My eyes landed on the crumbs at the corner of his mouth. “You have some crumbs…”
Instead of wiping them away, Rudy remained perfectly still, his eyes challenging me. My pulse thundered in my ears as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. Imeant to pull back immediately, but Rudy’s hand came up to cup the back of my head, keeping me close.
The tension that had been building between us since the moment at the hot springs snapped, and I pressed my lips firmly against his. The kiss was nothing like our previous one, which had been explosive and desperate; this was slow and deep, like sinking into warm water.
Rudy’s arms tightened around me, one hand splayed across my lower back while the other remained tangled in my hair. I tasted chocolate and milk on his tongue, sweetness and warmth mingling together in a way that made my magic hum beneath my skin.
The heat between us intensified with each passing second. His lips moved against mine with a deliberate pressure that made my toes curl. When I shifted on his lap, I felt him hard beneath me, and a small gasp escaped my lips.
Rudy pulled back, his eyes hooded with desire but somehow still maintaining self-control. “You haven’t finished your snack.” His fingers brushed across my swollen lips.
I glanced at the mountain of cookies still waiting on the plate, then back to the heat in his eyes. A boldness I hadn’t known I possessed flooded through me.
“I want a different snack.” I slid off his lap, lowering myself to my knees between his spread legs.
A surprised laugh rumbled through his chest. “You’re talking about…”
The laugh died in his throat as my fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. His expression shifted to something more primal as I tugged the fabric down.
When I freed him from his pants, my breath caught. His impressive length was standing at attention, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around him, his skin hot and smooth as I stroked from base to tip.
I reached for the glass of milk with my free hand, maintaining eye contact as I took a drink of the cold liquid. A drop clung to my bottom lip, and Rudy’s eyes fixated on it.
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, thelingering sweetness of milk mingling with his taste. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing him deeper until he nearly hit the back of my throat. I pulled back slightly, adjusting to his size as I hollowed my cheeks.
“Fuck.” The word sounded strangled, like it had been ripped out against his will.
I hummed around him, enjoying the way his hands gripped the edge of his chair, his knuckles turning white with restraint. The power I felt bringing this mountain of a man to the edge of his control was intoxicating.
I grabbed the milk again, and Rudy’s eyes widened as I tilted the glass to slide his cock in.
“I told you I wanted a different snack.” I reached for the plate of cookies, taking one and crushing it in my palm. He groaned as I sprinkled the cookie crumbs along his wet shaft.
“What the hell are you—” His words dissolved into a groan as I licked along his length, gathering the cookie crumbs with my tongue.
Something snapped in him then. A growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he watched me devour the improvised dessert. My arousal dampened my underwear as I took him deeper, the crumbs and milk quickly vanishing.
Just as I found a rhythm that had his thighs tensing, his fingers threaded through my hair, and he gently pulled me off him.
“Now I need a snack.” He stood, towering over me, his eyes wild and predatory as he hauled me to my feet and claimed my mouth again. This kiss was demanding and desperate, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
He pushed my T-shirt up and over my head, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples in a way that matched the urgency of his mouth. I fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He broke the kiss long enough to grab a handful of fabric behind his neck and yank it off.
We both worked to slide my pants and underwear off, along with his sweatpants and boxers that had ended up around his knees.
I stood naked before him, illuminated by the dancing lights streaming through the windows. His eyes raked over me, drinking in every curve and hollow like a man dying of thirst. When his fingers trailed down my stomach to the apex of my thighs, I nearly collapsed.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.
His touch was gentle at first, exploring my slickness with maddening restraint. When one thick finger slipped inside me, my head fell back, a moan escaping my lips. He added a second finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.
Rudy dropped to his knees, his face level with my center, and my heart nearly stopped. As much as I wanted to feel his mouth on me, a more urgent need pulsed through my body.
I grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. “No.”
Confusion flickered across his face.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.”
