Making sure the nightlight is on to keep the shadow monsters away, I flip the switch to shut off the overhead light, then pull the door almost closed as we step into the hallway.
“The princess is off to dreamland, now it’s the queen’s turn.”
“The queen?” Alyssa asks with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “Who is this lady you speak of?”
“That would be you.” Spinning her around, so she’s stepping backward down the hall, I lead her to my bedroom door and corral her in. I keep walking her until her legs touch the edge of my bed, then ask her to sit. “I forgot something downstairs. I’ll be right back.” One kiss to her forehead and I rush out of the room.
Not four minutes later, I’m back in the bedroom with a spoon and single scoop of Neapolitan ice cream in a bowl.
“What have you got there?”
The sight that greets me almost knocks me off my feet. Alyssa has stripped down and is now only in her underthings. I barely feel the chill of the bowl in my hand as I take in the triangles of black lace that are pushing up and barely covering her breasts, along with the small scrap of matching material that is hiding her pussy from my view.
I set the bowl on the nightstand, then pull my t-shirt off with my free hands. Next goes my jeans and socks. Once I’m down to my boxer briefs, I crawl up and over Alyssa, caging her in with no intention of ever letting her go.
“I thought I would have one more scoop before bed. That okay with you?”
“Only if you share with me.”
I got the ice cream for a reason, to dribble it and lick off her skin, but I don’t know if I’m patient enough anymore. Seeing her like this, laid out in my bed, laying back on my pillows, all I can think about is tasting her first.
“You are a temptation I can no longer deny.” I reply with a grin then kiss her soft lips. I press more kisses over her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone.
Alyssa moans and she glides her hands over my shoulders and across the back of my neck. “Then don’t.”
“Oh, I don’t plan on it.” I bite her bra strap with my teeth and let it go with a quick snap. “We need to get this off you.”
Arching her back to give my fingers room to maneuver, I twist the hooks with a quick flick of my fingers and the lace is flying somewhere to worry about tomorrow. Left hand braced on the pillow beside her head, I trace her nipple with the pointer finger of my right. I watch the rosy bud harden and do it again.
“Bode,” Alyssa moans as she closes her eyes and throws her head back.
“Eyes on me,” I order with a quick nip at the side of her breast. “Watch me.”
Slowly her eyes open and she follows what I’m doing as I kiss lower and lower on her body.
“I need you.”
“You have me,” I answer as I lick the hollow of her belly button.
When I’m finally close enough to her waist, I grab hold of the thin panties covering the next place I want to kiss, and pull them apart. The lace shreds in my grasp and is gone in a flash.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s an addiction I don’t ever want to find a cure for. Lifting her left leg over my shoulder, I lean in closer and swipe my tongue from bottom to top, from her ass to clit. I go up and down, over and over again, and groan in self-satisfaction as I feel her entire body start to quiver.
Alyssa grabs hold of my hair in one hand and pulls, tugging my locks as she moans her pleasure for me to hear. “Oh, god. Bode.” She arches her back again, in turn pushing her pussy harder into my face.
Wrapping my arms around both legs now, I press my thumb to the hard nub of her clit, and fuck her pussy with my tongue. Up and down, then shaking my head back and forth, I surround myself with her until I can’t breathe and have no choice but to pull back.
She is still shaking.
I lean up on one arm to get the other hand free, then push my middle and ring finger inside her, palm up, curling to touch the soft spongey spot at the front of her channel. I press my thumb to her clit again and she goes feral. Alyssa starts to scream, but then muffles herself with her hand that isn’t still pulling my hair.
Knowing she is seconds from ignition, I move my thumb to suck on her clit and she goes up in flames. Her right leg goes out straight, while her left leg hooks over my shoulder and around my back, pining my head into her center. She rides my face like I’m a prize pony and I never want this adventure to end. I stay right where I am, licking and kissing her until she unlocks her legs and releases me from her clutches.
“Holy fuck, Bode,” she pants as she leans up on her elbows, pushing her tits up into the air, “if cunnilingus was an Olympic sport, you’d be the all-around gold medalist.”
“My queen,” I whisper between kisses as I move back up her torso, “the fun is just beginning.”
CHAPTER NINE
