“How do you know what I’m craving?” He pulled me to the edge of the counter, his arms surrounding my waist.
“Because I know you.”
“If you know me so well”—he held my face, moving his lips close—“then you’d be feeding me your pussy right now.”
THIRTY-ONE
Walker
“If you know me so well, then you’d be feeding me your pussy right now.”
I watched my words register across her face as I held her cheeks between my hands, my lips already close to hers.
“Are you going to give me your pussy, Alivia? Or would you rather have dessert?” An idea came to me as the microwave dinged. “Or would you like to have both?”
Her tongue came out, licking across her bottom lip. “How would both work?”
I chuckled as I released her, and I went over to the microwave, taking out the glass dish from inside. Alivia had left some extra graham crackers on the counter. I assumed she wanted to use those for scooping since the dessert seemed more like a dip. I took the spare graham crackers and the dish and returned to the side of the island that I’d placed her on.
“It smells so good,” she said softly.
I broke off a piece of the graham cracker, and I used it as a spoon, gathering a clump of marshmallow and chocolate and the pieces of graham cracker she’d placed on the bottom that the heat had softened. I blew on the mixture, cooling it down some, before I held it in front of her.
“Both look like this …”
She went to take a bite, but as she leaned forward, I moved my hand back.
She stuck her tongue out at me. “You’re mean.”
“You’re not going to be saying that in a second.” She was dressed in one of my T-shirts, so I pulled down the side of the collar and spread the dessert over her neck. “This bite wasn’t for you. It’s for me.”
She moaned when my mouth landed on her. “I’m going to be a sticky mess, but, damn, this is sexy as fuck.”
“Then I’ll just have to put you back in the shower.” I licked off the marshmallow, the chocolate, the tiny pieces of graham cracker that had broken against her skin. “You’re right, what you made is delicious. But I think it’ll taste even better down here.” My hand was on the inside of her leg, and I tapped my fingers, so she knew just where I was talking about.
“You’re so naughty.”
I pulled my face out and smiled. “Just wait until I put some on your cunt.”
Her mouth dropped open as I bent down to the base of the counter, swirling my finger into the dip and using it as a knife as I dragged it over her thigh.
“Ooh.”
My tongue followed, using it to scrub off the white fluff and chocolate and what felt like the texture of sand. Every time my thumb went back in, collecting more, I got closer to her pussy.
Inch by inch.
Lick by lick.
“Walker …”
She was in my hair, tugging. Twisting. Each yank, timed up with my movements, was getting harder.
That was because I was nearing her clit.
Her shorts were nothing but a distraction. I slid them down her hips and dropped them on the floor. And with my thumb covered in the sweet blend, I painted her clit.
“Oh. My. God.” Her gaze was fucking feral.
