I suck her finger into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, moaning loudly at the burst of flavor. “I enjoy everything you make.” I lick the remnants off my lips as she pulls her hand free. “So if you don’t want to watch me licking it from the bowl, is there somewhere else you’d like me to lick it from?”
Her eyes dance. “Now he gets it.”
I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter, then push her bare knees apart. I pull the red fabric up to her waist and stare down at the pretty matching lace panties she’s wearing. Dragging a finger across the edge of them, I watch the goose bumps pebble across her flesh. She sucks in a hiss of air when I tap my fingers against the damp spot between her legs. “Is this where you want me to put the frosting?”
She taps her collarbone. “How ’bout we start here?”
I scoop an absurd amount of frosting and spread it right across her chest, making sure to avoid her dress.
“I think I should take this off,” she says, starting to undo the buttons of her dress.
I don’t argue. And when she tugs at it, I pull down her bra, too, exposing those gorgeous tits of hers, right before rubbing the frosting all over them. Tally’s moans mingle with my own as I roll my fingers over her nipples. “Like that, Wildflower?”
She nods, her amber eyes hooded. “Yes.”
“Need something more?”
My gaze trails up her heaving chest; over her long, pretty neck; and all the way to her lips.
“Your mouth,” she begs. “I need your mouth on me. Please, Walker.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. My mouth sucks the sweet cream frosting from the side of her breast and then I glide across to her nipple and flick my tongue repeatedly over the tight bud. She curses and digs her fingers into my hair as she holds me in place. I’m practically humping the air with need but continue to lick and suck until she’s a puddle of want, begging me to spread the frosting in other places.
I rip her panties from her thighs and then, using two fingers, I scoop another dollop of frosting and swipe it right down her slit. She falls back, her elbows landing on the counter, and she watches me as I shove her legs wider before setting my mouth exactly where she wants me. I lap up the taste of the frosting mixed with her arousal. Tally is easily my favorite thing to eat in this kitchen.
“Love you spread out on the counter, my favorite frosting all over this beautiful pussy.” I slide two fingers back and forth between her lips, leaving her bucking her hips in search of more.
I suction my lips around her clit and suck. I don’t come up for a breath until she’s feeding me with her orgasm.
Needing to be inside her, I grab a washcloth and clean the leftover sugar that I missed off her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Taking care of what’s mine,” I tell her as I get in every crevice.
She giggles in response. “That tickles.”
“Well, I’m about tickle you with my dick, so hold tight, Tally girl.”
She rolls her eyes as she laughs. “Men and their dick jokes. Should we go upstairs, maybe?” She glances around the kitchen, and I realize how reckless we’ve been. It’s late but not thatlate. And though her mom’s cottage isn’t nearby, she could walk in here at any moment.
“Just give me a few more moments with you like this,” I say as I slide off my jeans.
Tally bites her lip. “Fuck, you know I can’t say no when you take that out.”
I give myself a tug just to ease some of the pressure that’s been building. I know for a fact that if I had hours with my head between Tally’s thighs, I’d come multiple times from the taste alone. But I need to be inside her now, to feel that wet cunt squeezing me tight. So I pull her right to the edge of the counter, line myself up, and push inside her.
Tally wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer, and her inner walls flex around my cock.
“You keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to have to pull out,” I growl.
She smirks as if she’s got me by the balls. I wrap my free hand around her throat.
“Maybe I should, though,” I taunt, pulling back just a little, my shaft glistening as I tease her with just tiny thrusts in and out. Tally whimpers at the loss of contact.
“Maybe I should make you watch me jerk off instead.” I pull out a bit more. Now it’s just the tip that stays inside her, and I stare down at where we join, her tits out, her lips puffy, her eyes and hair a wild mess, my cock so hard it’s pulsing. I pinch her nipple, and she whines some more.
“Please, Walker, make me come.”
