“Ash.” My name was a plea spoken in that timid way of hers that said she wanted to listen but wasn’t sure of herself.
“Get on the table, Noelle.” Rafe’s voice cracked across the room with the force of a lightning strike.
Noelle whipped her head to the side to stare at him. Something electric sparked in the air, and she scooted her ass onto the table.
I met her at the side and patted the chair. “Put your feet on the arms of the chair.” I sat on the plush cushion and lined up my delicacies.
Noelle braced her feet on the chair arms and leaned all the way back. “You can’t really want to do this.”
Rafe’s grunt said everything I didn’t. He raided the pantry for a brick of chocolate while Bishop dug the ice cream from the freezer.
“Trust me, this is exactly what we want.”
I slid my finger along the edge of her panties and found her soaking. “And from the way your pussy is reacting, you want this too.”
Her head fell back when I pressed my knuckle into her clit and rubbed it back and forth.
Her hips moved, and I squirted the whipped cream onto the apex of her sex.
Her eyes followed me when I bent my head over her and licked. “Fuck.”
She grabbed the sides of the table, her eyes rolling back in her head when I rasped my tongue along her pussy and around her clit.
God, I could do this all day.
All night. B
ishop and Rafe took up positions on either side of Noelle.
Rafe had melted the chocolate, and he drizzled it over Noelle’s nipples.
Bishop spooned ice cream onto her navel, and Rafe added lines of chocolate across it.
He ran the warm liquid down her stomach so it trickled into my mouth with every lap of my tongue.
“Oh, God.” Noelle came apart by slow degrees as the three of us ate our dessert straight from her skin.
Rafe pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking it clean, then kissed Noelle.
The sight of her spread out in a delicious feast satisfied myriad desires I’d held back through the years.
Not every woman was willing to entertain my oral fixation.
Noelle was unlike any woman I’d ever met.
I slipped a finger into her pussy, then a second.
I matched my strokes to the glide of my tongue over her clit, driving her passion and excitement higher.
Her walls fluttered around my fingers, so I added a third and curled them into her core.
I slowed my strokes and raised my head to watch her.
The intoxicating mixture of sex and chocolate threatened my control even as she came around my fingers.
Rafe had her mouth too occupied to scream, but her body did plenty of talking.
Long, delicious shudders drove her hard onto my fingers, her hips working to milk the absolute hell out of her orgasm.
