Wilder swirls his tongue over my clit again, delicate and teasing, and I whimper, legs clamping around his head.
He pulls back, a wicked grin on his face.
“You think you’re about to come after what you just pulled?”
Before I can moan in dismay, he plunges two of those fingers into me, rough as I need him to be, and he scissors them inside of me, stretching.
My head falls back, chest heaving, and my knees fall open as my breaths falter.
He curls those fingers, pressing on my front wall until he finds the spot that craves his touch, and he gives it to me for just a few seconds too short to shatter me.
“You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on,” he demands, fingers delving back inside of me, delicious friction right where I need him, before pulling back again.
“Or you’re going to get punished.”
His head leans forward and he nips at my clit, making my hips jerk, pleasure swarming my entire nervous system.
Pulling back, he smirks, watching my pussy gush for him.
“Or,” he says, biting the thin skin of my inner thigh with his front teeth and pulling back until it pops free, leaving a delicious sting. “You can get rewarded for opening up to me.”
He readjusts, moving to one side of me where the trays are perched, and he digs around until he finds what he’s looking for and re-emerges.
Wilder holds something between his fingers that takes my eyes a second to figure out. It’s a skewer, with some sort of fruit on it.
“You know what this is?” he asks, twirling it in his hold.
I shake my head, watching and waiting.
“These are grapes, coated in liquid sugar and frozen.” He pulls one off with his mouth and crunches it between his teeth to demonstrate. It pops between his powerful jaws, and I watch as juice sprays out of his mouth. He chews and swallows, and I’m mesmerized. I want him to devour me like that next.
His hand holding the skewer disappears from my view, down between my legs, but then I feel what he’s doing and my eyes pop.
“One is going inside you right now,” he explains as I feel the intrusion, laying still to not get hurt by the pointed end of the skewer. “You can decide to answer my question, and I’ll lick it right out of you, or you can keep your secrets, and I’ll leave it there.”
“That’s not fair,” I whisper, still trying not to move.
“All you have to do is tell me why you’re so upset lately. Tell me what’s going on, Lexi.”
He pulls his hand back, leaving just one grape behind, clenched just inside my opening.
“The last thing I need is to talk aboutthatinstead of getting fucked.” My scowl darkens.
His open palm cracks down on the inside of my thigh, right over the bite mark he left there, and my pussy clenches tighter.
“How I see it,” he says, tilting his head, like he’s admiring his work. “A partner should be able to share in things,andget fucked. It’s a win-win.”
Laying down on his stomach, he crawls further into the cradle of my thighs and presses in close. “You gonna tell me what’s going on, Lexi?”
He probes my entrance with his tongue, encouraging me, and I moan at the feel of him there.
“I fucked up,” I tell him.
Apparently that was good enough for a reward because I feel his tongue dive deeper, scooping the candied fruit out of me and pulling it back.
My head is still swimming with the sensation when he appears over me, grape between his teeth. He leans down, capturing my mouth in his, and pushes the grape into my mouth. The sweetness of the coating is tempered by the tangy, musky arousal it’s covered in, and I moan as his tongue sweeps in, blending all of the flavors between us.
He pulls back too soon, and orders, “Chew.”
