Bringing her hand up to my lips, I placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “Come on, pretty lady. Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”
* * *
“Why don’tyou let me help you?” I asked, watching Pam bustle around the kitchen with a countertop cleaner and a roll of paper towels.
“You did the cooking. Let me clean up.” She looked across the living room at the fireplace. “Why don’t you light a fire? That would be nice and cozy for our last night together.”
Our last night together.
The very thought was enough to make me depressed—and she was still here.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart. Tonight is all about you.”
I flipped the switch for the damper and set to work stacking the wood. Using a lighter to ignite a ball of lint and wax I’d made myself, I shoved it in the center with a handful of twigs.
That would do the trick.
In a few minutes, we’d have a roaring fire.
Pam stood at the sink with her back to me, humming absentmindedly while she scrubbed a saucepan.
She was wearing leggings and the hoodie I’d given her, the hem hanging down over the back of her thighs because it was so big on her.
Quietly, I crept over to her, making sure to step lightly so my hooves didn’t clack against the polished floor and give me away.
When I was a hair's width from her, I grabbed her waist. She shrieked, the pan clattering into the sink as I hoisted her into my arms.
“Alistair!” She squealed. “You scared the shit out of me!”
I sat her on the island and grinned. “Let me make it up to you.”
Stepping into her space, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down her legs.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
I lowered to my knees and threw her legs over my shoulders. “Brace yourself on your elbows, babe. It’s time for dessert.”
Gripping the backs of her thighs, I pulled her to the edge of the counter, bringing that tasty little cunt right to my mouth.
“Alistair,” she moaned at the first swipe of my tongue.
I groaned, running the wide pad of my tongue up and down her entrance, delighted by the fact that she was already wet and wanting.
“You taste so fucking good, Pam,” I said between flicks of my tongue.
She whined and rolled her hips, driving my face into her cunt again.
“Grab my horns and ride my face,” I mumbled.
Releasing one of her thighs, I held a hand out to her and pulled her up into a sitting position. The counter was probably freezing on her ass, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to taste her just like this.
Pam gripped my horns, and I dove between her thighs again. With each pass of my tongue over her clit, she rocked into me, gasping and mumbling unintelligible words under her breath.
I loved her like this, lost in her pleasure, allowing me to worship her pussy like she deserved.
I turned my attention to her entrance, pulsing my tongue in and out of her as fast as I could.
“Alistair,” she breathed, thrusting against my face.
