I turned into him, the wooden spoon I’d been stirring with, left behind in the simmering pot.
I didn't say a word, my eyes roving between his silver stare and pretty mouth. His lips parted and he swallowed. He didn’t cover and my eyes didn't drop. His tongue wet his lips, and my gaze traveled with his tongue as it moved from left to right. He dipped his knees, lowering his height until his pretty pouted lips landed on mine, his tongue prying them open.
I opened my mouth, welcoming his taste of spearmint. The subtle sweet taste brought a new freshness to my mouth.
He lifted me into his arms, big hands swallowing up my waist as he spun me around and dropped me onto the island.
His hands slid up my body to cradle my head as he lay me down amongst the leftover cut-up veggies. He stared down at me, sprawled before him. The cold marble surface kissed my shoulder blades and thighs as I watched him with devastation. Devastation, over the fact he was so beautiful and he was no longer kissing me.
His fingers caressed my skin, goosebumps shadowing his barely there touch. He moved from my ankle to my inner thigh. To the material of my satin underwear. My heat kissed his fingers, and he nudged the material aside.
“Woodrow,” I pleaded for more.
“If you want more, I need a favor from you?”
I was too perplexed to ask what he could possibly want. Too aroused to disagree with any damn terms he imposed.
“Hold these here.” His fingers pulled at my underwear, making his instructions clear.
My hand replaced his.
“Good girl.”
I grew wetter from those words.
His fingers touched me right where I needed him to. I bucked my hips, wanting the intrusion I wassure would follow, but it didn't come.
Using his fingers, he opened my pussy lips. His pupils were blown, the silver barely visible, proof of his lust—his need for me.
“What do you want, Woodrow?”
He wet his lips again.
His shadow's movement grazed my skin, and it gave me even more goosebumps. “I want your hand right here, holding yourself open for me.”
My fingers met his between my legs, and he showed me how he wanted me to touch myself. My middle and forefinger parted from each other. My pussy, now wet, open, and bared to him.
“What do you want, Moonlight?”
“Your love.”
“And how do you want me to show you my love?”
“Surprise me,” I breathed out.
The wickedness in his smile and the heat radiating off his body could rival the devil as he basked in hell.
He abandoned his height, and his shadow stopped caressing me as he dropped to his knees to worship me.
He kissed the inside of my knees before wrapping his arms around my legs. He pulled me to his mouth, placing my legs on his shoulders.
I pressed myself higher, trying to see, but the second his tongue landed on me, my head dropped back.
His tongue flattened against my pussy, a sensual hum vibrating through me.
I closed my eyes as I felt his heated breath move to my clit. His left hand moved from my thigh to my hole, open and exposed, inviting him inside. A finger pressed against my opening, and the only thing that stopped my hips from rising, was his disapproving stare.
I flattened my body to the marble, not taking more than he was ready to give.
