“Want dessert?” he asks.
“I thought we just had dessert.”
His low laugh reverberates through me, and I feel iteverywhere.Releasing me from his hold, he pats me on the ass and then stands from the bed. I roll over to look at him and can’t stop myself from gawking at his gloriously naked body. I don’t even try to play it off; instead, I prop myself up on my elbow and openly stare.
“That was much better than any dessert I’ve ever had. But I still want ice cream. There’s a pint of coffee flavored in there with your name on it.”
The heat that had been concentrated at my core now spreads through my chest. Of course, he bought my favorite ice cream, too. It’s going to hurt when this has to end, but there’s no stopping myself from diving in headfirst anyway.
He pulls open a dresser drawer and tosses me a T-shirt before pulling on a pair of boxer briefs. The shirt only covers to mid-thigh, but it’s just the two of us here, so I follow him to thekitchen. He heads straight for the freezer, and I begin cleaning up the dinner dishes. It’s the least I can do, considering he cooked and provided me with the best orgasms of my life.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” I say as I load items into the dishwasher.
I walk over to where he stands by the counter, and yelp in surprise when he lifts me, setting me on the counter in front of him. Gripping his shoulders, I steady myself before glancing down at the single pint of coffee ice cream and one spoon.
“Weren’t you the one who wanted the ice cream?” I ask, eyeing the single pint.
His lips curve into a smile. “Turns out, I really like coffee ice cream. And I’m sure I’ll like it even better combined with the taste of you.”
Before I can respond, he scoops up a spoonful and offers it to me. There’s something extremely erotic about being fed by this man. I part my lips and accept the offered dessert, closing my eyes as the delicious flavor spreads over my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hum.
Hayden covers my lips with his, swiping his tongue along mine. “Delicious.”
Placing his hands on my bare thighs, he spreads my legs and fills the space between them. I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip to fight a moan. We just had sex; I shouldn’t be thisdesperate just from his nearness. He’s not even doing anything sexual, but I sure as hell wish he would.
Repeating the same sequence of actions, he serves me more ice cream. Each time his tongue meets mine, my body responds, making me even more needy for him.
“More?” he asks.
“Please.” My response is breathy, revealing that I’m not talking about ice cream.
He hums, and the vibration goes straight to my already throbbing core. This time, when he kisses me, he lingers longer. Spreading my thighs wider, I hold him to me as our tongues tangle together. I hear the spoon hit the counter, and then his hands are on my waist, pulling me to the edge.
“Please,” I repeat, when he slides his hands beneath my shirt and caresses my heated skin.
He slides two fingers along my slit, and I nearly dive off the counter. “You’re ready for me already.”
“We’re supposed to be having ice cream,” I say with a gasp, even as I angle myself to give him better access.
He slips his two fingers inside me, and I forget my weak objection. Dropping my hands to the counter, I lean my head back and cry out when he begins working at the sensitive place deep inside me. I’ve never felt like this. I’m already close again, and he’s only touching me with his fingers.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, the smirk evident in his voice.
“No. Please. Don’t stop,” I mewl.
Without warning, his fingers are gone, and I straighten, prepared to complain, but I’m silenced by the sight in front of me. Hayden has stripped out of his boxer briefs and is slowly stroking himself as he looks down at my pussy.
“Hold on.”
It’s the only warning he gives before he grips me tight and slams into me. All of the air leaves my lungs as I struggle to accommodate him at this angle. He’s both giving me too much and not enough at the same time. I’m so full, it’s nearly painful, but I want him to move. As if reading my mind, he starts moving at a punishing pace, and I have no choice but to do what he said. I hold on as he slides in and out of me, grunting and cursing with each thrust.
It doesn’t take long before my body coils tight and I can feel myself climbing toward yet another release. His tight grip on my hips is the only thing keeping me in place against his powerful movements. I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but the thought only causes more heat to build at my center. Our harsh breathing and sounds of pleasure fill the room, and before long, his movements become erratic.
“Fuck, Miranda. Come with me.”
