I nodded and took him deeper, swallowing every inch. He tensed, body straining, and then shouted my name as his cock pulsed, flooding my mouth with salty heat. I swallowed it down, savoring every drop, while his grip softened, breath ragged above me.
“Mmm,” I hummed, staring up at Alistair as he wiped strands of hair from my face. “Dessert was delicious.”
He smirked, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “Didn’t even touch the cake. Want more?”
He slid my hand off his cock and tried to pull me up, but I wasn’t finished. I dropped down, tracing the line of his abs with my tongue, tasting sweat and heat. His stomach muscles twitched when I closed my mouth around his nipple and sucked, slow and deep.
His breath stuttered. Fingers clenched around my wrist. Then he turned, stepped into the jacuzzi, and looked back… like a dare.
I followed, heat pooling between my legs.
The warm jacuzzi carried the sweet scent of roses and vanilla. The rose petals floating on the water stuck on our skin as we clung to each other in a greedy embrace. Alistair grabbed a washcloth, added a splash of mandarin-scented shower gel, and started washing my neck in slow circles. His other hand stroked my back, sending sparks through my body.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he admitted.
“Ooh, so you’re indecently obsessed with me?” I teased, trailing my fingers along Alistair’s forearm. “Let’s talk about our fantasies. Do you like shaven, trimmed, or completely natural?”
“Hmm,” he thought out loud, “I’m a fan of all three.”
“But if you had to pick one, which would you choose?”
“With you?”
“Yeah, with me.”
“I like your little landing strip. It’s hot. But I want to see you go natural one day. I like pubic hair because it’s raw, wild, and primal. How about you?”
Stroking his arm, I admitted, “I like your pubic curls. You’re right, there’s something so raw and fucking sexy about going natural. It’s part of what makes you manly, and it turns me on.”
He put the washcloth away and massaged my throbbing clit, sweetening my appetite for sex. “Now, tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you to please me,” I whispered, kissing his jawline and up toward his earlobe. I fed on his sexual energy, nourishinghim with mine in exchange. We gave and took what belonged to one another, nipping and tasting the salt of each other’s warm skin.
“I aim to please you,” he promised.
His long, nimble fingers played with my nub, causing my breath to hitch. He tilted his jaw at an angle and sucked my exposed neck. I felt the love bites, causing my inner walls to clench with excitement.
I stood up and pressed my sex into Alistair’s face, rubbing his hair and pushing his head against my thin, dark landing strip. “Give me what I need,” I begged as he noisily sucked on my core. The sensations from his tongue flicked throughout my body like energetic pulses, switching me on and making me come alive.
The moans escaping from his lips revealed his beggared need for the most intimate part of my body and triggered my pulse to race with sexual ferocity. The cool air against the wetness of my skin hardened my nipples into pebbles while the strong aroma of our sex-infused bodies, blended with vanilla and roses, infiltrated my nostrils.
“You know exactly how to wreck me. Don’t stop,” I moaned, feeling Nirvana approaching. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes while he lapped the cream flowing from me. Each time I felt closer to building a climax, I toyed with his hair and pressed his face harder into me with a confident assertion. The determined flicking of Alistair’s tongue, combined with his suction technique on my core, escalated to a buildup of intense feelings that felt out of this world.
“That’s it. Be my bad boy. Fuck me with your mouth,” I demanded, circling my hips and grinding into his face.
He groaned, low and filthy. “God, you taste insane,” he murmured, diving in deeper and making me lose all control.
“Baby, I’m coming,” I mewled, feeling a surge of addiction pulsating throughout my body.
“Let go, Vera. Fuck, you’re so tasty,” he growled like a starved animal devouring a meal. His tongue lashed against my nub as he sucked with ferocity, unleashing the mother of orgasms.
“Alistair!” I screamed, releasing an intense climax. Rising waves of sensations rolled, one high after another, sending me over the edge. I gasped for short breaths as he gazed up with his angel eyes. His mouth was wet with my juices.
“How was it, sweetheart?”
“Oh, good,” I grinned and rubbed his head.
“You’re so tasty. You’re better than dessert,” my angel said, licking his lips.
