“This brings a whole new meaning to creaming yourself, doesn’t it?”
Then she lowered her head, and swiped her tongue through the cream, before she buried her face in me and didn’t come up for air.
Eliza was like nothing I’d ever experienced before in every way possible. She’d always pushed my buttons, but at least now she was doing it the right way, driving me wild with relentless laps and flicks that coiled tension like a spring.
I arched into her, as my fingers gripped her hair hard. The tent’s canvas flapped in a sudden breeze that matched my ragged breaths. She didn’t stop for mercy, even though the cream was long since gone, replaced with model’s own.
Her fingers dug into my bum cheeks as she pressed her face to me, her tongue and fingers working overtime. When she curled herself into me and her tongue vibrated on my clit, I finally broke, thighs clamping around her as I came undone in sharp, shuddering waves, my cries cutting through the morning quiet. I no longer knew who I was with Eliza, but I was just fine with that. This weekend was showing me none of that mattered. I could be whoever I wanted for 48 hours.
My orgasm still coursed through me when I pulled her up. She surfaced with a smug grin, lips glossy, and yanked me into a messy, cream-smeared kiss.
I shook my head as I stared into her clear blue eyes.
“How are we going to work together next week when I know you can do this?”
My phone beeping broke the moment.
I rolled over. A message from my sister, Katy.
What time should I pick you up today? Xxx
I frowned, then remembered. Margot was doing Sunday lunch.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“What’s wrong? That is not a happy face.” She rolled her face beside mine.
I shook my head. “Margot’s doing lunch today, and I forgot. Can we pack up quickly and get out of here? Sorry to bust the party.”
She shook her head, then climbed on top of me, grinding herself on my thigh.
I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath.
She moved her mouth to my ear. “I was kinda hoping I could get creamy,” she said, voice deep. “Then sit on your face and you could lick it off.”
Heat burned through me.
Now that was all I hoped for, too.
I pulled her face to me and kissed her hard.
“If you drive really fast, I can squirt really fast.”
She licked my neck from top to bottom, then snagged my lip between her teeth.
“I bet I can squirt faster.”
CHAPTER 23
When I answered the doorbell to Katy six hours later, I was still reliving every last moment of the night before, and this morning. Because Eliza had given me a whole lot to think about. Having Sunday lunch with my family wasn’t the best way to decompress, but at least I’d be fed, and there would be wine.
“You look like you had a good time at the festival,” Katy told me. “I don’t care how much sleep you didn’t have, because it honestly cannot be as little as me. But please sober up and get your head in the game. I need you to be on top form today, because Margot has sprung a surprise.”
I slammed my front door shut and walked over to Katy’s grey People Carrier, where Bryce was at the wheel. He shot me a pained smile. I waved at my nieces, both strapped into car seats and kitted out in pink, looking like butter wouldn’t melt.
“Before we get in the car, what’s the surprise?” I braced myself.
“There’s been a change of venue. Margot told me last night that things are getting serious with Max, and she wants us all to meet him in a more informal setting. Lunch has been switched to his house in Highgate today, and he’s cooking.”
