The game was on.
I followed more slowly, giving her time to prepare whatever surprises she had in store, but walking in to find her naked except for those sexy fucking heels, standing in front of the mirror over my dresser with some kind of fluffy makeup brush, sent all the blood in my head straight to my dick.
“Are we doing makeovers?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t toss her over my shoulder and throw her on the bed then and there.
Humming quietly, she dipped the brush in a little jar and then trailed it teasingly across her nipples. Unable to look away, I pulled off my shirt before strolling closer.
“That smells like lemon bars,” I mused, watching as she dusted a path from her collarbone down over her belly. “What is this?”
“Edible body powder.”
“Edible, hmm?”
When she turned to me, light glinted off the iridescent trails over her torso and I licked my lips. My eyes locked on the sight of the shimmery powder dusting those dark curls between her legs as I kicked off my jeans and boxers.
“Your turn,” she replied, dipping the brush again before sweeping it along the side of my throat.
Holding still while she stroked the soft bristles over my skin took gargantuan effort. Her expression was serene, like she was painting a masterpiece, as she dusted the lemon-scented powder across my shoulders, over my nipples, along my ribs, and then finally—finally—painted it along my painfully hard dick with long, teasing sweeps that I hoped she intended to follow with her tongue.
But not yet.
The second she set the brush down, I dropped to my knees, licking and kissing a path along every brushstroke on her body.Her fingers tangled in my hair as I laved her skin with my tongue, reveling in the tart sweetness and the woman underneath.
I took my time, moving top to bottom, collar to navel, sucking and nipping even after the lemon powder was gone, then I eased two fingers into her.
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re soaked.”
Her head fell back as I curled them inside her. “Remember when I said you were an expert at foreplay? It’s true.”
“Foreplay is all well and good, but I need you to sit on the dresser so I can clean all this lemon stuff off your sweet pussy, Eden.”
A shuddering breath slipped from her lips at the command, but she shifted until her ass was perched right at the edge of the wooden dresser. I spread her knees wide, drinking in the sight of shimmering powder and glistening arousal.
“So fucking pretty,” I breathed, blowing a stream of air across her clit.
Her thighs twitched beside my head. “Milo.”
“Right here.” I leaned in and gave her one long lick. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
The lemon was long gone by the time she sobbed out an orgasm that had her whole body trembling, leaving me desperate to get inside her, but when I reached for a condom, she tutted at me.
“Not yet. It’s my turn. Then I’ll show you what else I got. Go lie on the bed.”
I grinned, always happy to oblige when that boldness surfaced, and Eden took her sweet time cleaning the body powder off of my skin.
Every inch of my skin.
By the time she finished, smirking at me from under a veil of the tousled waves that had been wrapped around my fist, I was harder than I could ever remember being, but she had more tricks up her sleeve.
“Show me.” My voice was hoarse, my whole body quivering.
She grabbed the small paper bag out of her tote and dumped it onto the bed, presenting a host of options I had every intention of using on her in turn. I assessed them quickly and came to a decision.
“On your knees,” I ordered. “Facing the mirror.”
Licking her lips, she moved into position—a position where she couldn’t see which toy I picked out. There was a suctioning rose, a small wand, one with bunny ears, and a vibrator with a moving tongue attachment.
“Oh, Eden, what fun we’re going to have.”
