I can’t keep talking, because he’s suddenly in front of me, hooking a hand behind my neck and pulling me against him for a kiss more delicious than all the chocolate in the world.
This isn’t awhoops, I fell and my face landed on your face and now our lips are smushed togetherkiss.
This is a whole-body, whole-soul experience.
The rest of the world? What rest of the world?
Not when Dylan’s stroking a hand over my ass, his other still holding me at the nape, his mouth devouring mine, his body pressed tight so I can feel every delicious inch of him.
I let my hands wander over his magnificent ass, and he growls low in his throat as he thrusts his tongue deeper into my mouth, tasting like he’s already been sampling chocolates this morning. His erection presses into my belly, and he’s not trying to hide it.
Not this morning.
But it’s not the physical sensations of his kiss and his touch, not the lingering cocoa taste on his tongue, not his subtlemorenoises, that have me already soaking my panties and desperate to rip my clothes off and offer all of myself to him.
It’s that hewantsme.
It’s that he could have anyone, and he’s choosing to be here, kissingme. Holdingme. Lettingmestroke him and tug at his shirt and kiss him back like he’s my oxygen.
“You’re fucking intoxicating,” he breathes against my mouth.
“More kisses.”
“I love Saturdays.” He helps me by yanking his shirt the rest of the way off and tossing it across the room.
Pebbles barks like she’s found a new play toy, and I make a mental note to buy Dylan a new shirt later.
Maybe.
I run my hands over his chest, tracing the tattoo on his left pec. “A tiger?” I breathe. It’s engulfed in flames, all monochromatic, and I want to lick it.
He angles his head to kiss my neck. “Evidence of ego, but well earned.”
“You’re a tiger in bed?”
“One way to find out.”
And there goes that ache in my clit. And that’s before he nips at my collarbone.
“I want to watch you eat chocolate,” he says, his breath tickling my skin and his words making my nipples tighten.
“I—can’t—”
“Fuck the noise and enjoy the chocolates, Tavi.” He’s kissing his way down my neck, over the strap of my halter top, and to my shoulder, his fingertips making my skin erupt in goose bumps and his lips setting them on fire. “I want to watch you enjoy yourself.”
“That’s usually someone asking me to make a home porno with them.”
“If you want me to stop—”
“No!Please don’t stop. I get—”
“Nervous?”
“Not usually,” I whisper. “Just—now.”
He’s halfway down my arm, pressing kisses and teasing my skin with his fingers, but he straightens to look me square in the eye. He’s so close our noses are almost touching, and I close the gap so that my eyes cross and his go double.
“Me too,” he whispers back.
