I grunt and stutter in my pace at her nickname. I haven’t told her my last name, but it’s funny she hit it head-on.
“Can’t…” I ground out. “Stop.” Her skin is white beneath my fingertips as I thrust faster. I can’t stop now. It feels too good, and something about this orgasm feels different, stronger.
My own pace is erratic as I keep thrusting up into her. A tingle runs down my spine and I grunt one more time before I slam her down onto my lap. The first squirt of my orgasm triggers hers, and she follows me right over the edge.
We are both moaning as our orgasm grips us and doesn’t let go. It feels as though it will keep going and that even my hard dick won’t go down. I’m still as hard as I was before. I pull her to my chest, still tightly gripped inside her, and walk over to her dining room table.
I swipe everything off the table and lay her down. Spreading herself out, she gasps when the cold wood meets her heated skin.
“Ryatt, this table can’t hold me.”
I put my finger over her lips. “Shhh, trust me. I won’t let you fall,” I kick the wooden table leg. “And this table is plenty sturdy enough.”
I rock a few times, eliciting a moan from her, both of us enjoying this new angle before I pull out, a gush of our mixed cum coming with me.
“Don’t move, Berry.” I say as I swipe my fingers through our cum and push it back inside her, moving my fingers in a scissor motion.
I walk around my beautiful Goddess and open her fridge, finding exactly what I’m looking for. I don’t say a word as I close the fridge, but I can see her looking over to see what I’m doing. A smirk spreads across my face as I walk back to between her thighs, my prizes gripped in my hands, as I shake them back-and-forth over here.
She blinks up at him, her breaths coming fast as her eyes flick between the two bottles. Whipped cream and chocolate syrup in the other. Her brows lift, confusion flickering across her face as she tries to decide if I’m being serious.
“Uh…did sex make you hungry for sundaes?” She asks, half-laughing, half-bewildered, every nerve still alive with electricity between them.
The look I give her answer—slow, wicked, and utterly sure—should tell her whatever I’m planning isn’t breakfast.
“Oh, I’m hungry all right. But not for the traditional sundae.” I pop the cap off the whipped cream, shaking the bottle. Squirting some of it into my mouth, I feel a devilish smile spread across my face as I turn the can upside down and squirt some directly onto her breast.
She gasps in shock before I swoop down and lick the mound of whip cream, swirling my tongue through it. I move my tongue along her nipple, pulling the whipped cream along with me.
“I never thought I’d be into this, but that feels amazing.” She moans as her back arches.
I sit back up and spray a mound of cream at the top of her mound, letting it melt down her vagina as I pop the cap on the syrup. My eyes zero in on the liquid as it falls along her folds and pools onto the table below her.
I’m about to feast and enjoy every single second of it.
Chapter Eleven
Sticky Situations
Holly
Ishiver as the cold syrup drips against my heated flesh. Its as if I can feel it flow in microscopic segments, flowing into crevices that it shouldn’t be in.
Should I be turned on by this or should I be worried about the health code violations? Based on the gleam in Ryatt’s eyes, I’m going with his enthusiasm and going to table my germ panic for another time. He scoots the chair back, sliding it between my spread thighs as he sits down in it. I’ve never felt more like a basted turkey in my life until this moment.
I lift up on my elbows wondering what is taking him so long, only to find him licking his lips as he stares at my pussy. Should I give them a moment?
“You alright over there?” I joke nervously.
“I’m more than alright, Berry. I don’t even know what I’m more excited to taste right now. The syrup, the whipped cream, our combined cum, or…” He takes two fingers, swirls them into all three and brings them to his mouth. Sucking hard, I watch as his tongue swirls along the digits, moaning with his eyes closed. It’s erotic and so foreign to me.
He doesn’t know it, but I’ve never even had a guy go down on me, let along feast on me like he’s already done, and likely about to do again. But those sounds coming from deep in his throat, the way he’s staring at me, and the fact that he’s already ready to go again, I’ve never felt more sexy then I do now.
“Definitely going with the combination is the best, but don’t get me wrong, I’d be okay with just eating your pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and even a late night snack.”
As if he’s done waiting and ready for this so called dinner he’s talking about, he leans down and swipes his tongue from the bottom to the top. Giving extra attention to my clit, his tongue swirls in circles around the hardened bud as he mumbles things I can’t hear.
I watch in fascination as he eats my pussy with enough enthusiasm to make a porn star blush. His teeth nip at my clit as I yelp.
