“And what about the wedding?”
“We can just get married again then.” It’s a foolproof plan. Even he can see that. He better. It’s my plan.
“Ah,” he says knowingly, nodding. “Do you want to leave now? You’ll have to get dressed. Shower first; you’re a little sticky.”
“Don’t you dare stop.” Maybe it’s not such a great plan. It can be Plan B. Plan A is getting his mouth back on me and his dick inside me. Some taste testing too, I guess. It’s a big, flexible plan. All it needs is Grady right here with me.
Grady kisses my hip. “Which one should we try next?”
“Uh—” For what? Oh. The cake. We’re supposed to be trying them. “The y-yellow?” Yellow seems like a good choice even if I have no idea what kind of flavour that is. I like the colour yellow. I like Grady. Great combination.
Grady takes a bite first, making a humming noise that I think sounds like approval. I’m a little preoccupied by the crumb on the corner of his mouth. It would only be polite for me to lick it off, right?
Dragging him down by his collar is easy enough since he smiles knowingly and does as he’s told. I lick all the way across his lip, just in case. Best to make sure I get it all. The taste is more like vanilla than yellow, but what do I know? It tastes good, and that’s good enough for me.
He runs his hands down my sides as we kiss, stopping at my knees and using the hold to pull them apart. He drags me towards him until his hips hit mine, his hard dick between my ass cheeks. Too bad he’s still fully clothed, and he can’t just slide right in.
He gets a hand between us, thumb against my taint and fingers teasing my puckered entrance.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers against my lips. He caresses me with the tip of his finger, and I squirm, desperate to get him inside of me.
“You know it is,” I moan. It’s not like I’m interested in a game of Scrabble right now. I’m questioning the mind-reading skills right now.
“Stay here.”
As if I’m going anywhere, when I know what’s coming next. I’ve made questionable choices in my life, but this won’t be one of them. I’ll wait as long as he wants me to, just to get more of him. Though I can’t ignore these delicious chocolates beside me. Will he notice if I eat one? Oops, too late.
He knows the second he comes back, with lube in hand. He gives me a knowing look, a twitch to his thick lips. Might be because I’m still crunching too. Or the mind-reading skills. A bit of both? Multitasking. My man is so talented.
He drops the lube beside my hip and then rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. My tongue flicks out to taste the tip. He drags me up into a long, drawn-out kiss that has me gasping for breath and aching all over.
“Ready for another flavour?”
“I’m never going to remember these.” I laugh. Flavours don’t exist right now. All I can taste is Grady. The only nourishment Iwantis Grady. Everything else is just a pale imitation that wishes they were as good as Grady.
“Chocolate,” Grady muses, kissing across my jaw and tugging on my earlobe before moving down. “Can’t go wrong with a classic.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” I say in a rush. “You know what’s even better?”
“A good steak?” He streaks his thumb through the frosting and then licks some of the chocolate from it, making an appreciative noise.
“What I was thinking was more like—” I cut off with a low moan when he swirls it around my nipple and then a cry when he uses his tongue to clean up the mess.
Yeah—that’s—damn, that’s so good. Better than whatever I was thinking, which I can’t remember. Streaks of pleasure are like a lightning storm raging through me.
“You were saying?” Grady murmurs. There’s the distinct sound of the lube cap popping open, and my heart jumps a beat. He doesn’t need suggestions; he knows exactly what he’s doing and how to drive me wild.
“Nothing. I wasn’t saying anything.” I spread my legs and give him room. “Not a thing. Don’t stop.”
He goes back to my chest, smearing more chocolate and lapping it up at the same time that his lubed-up finger pushes into me, immediately stretching me. Sensations are coming from so many directions, and all I can do is cling to Grady’s hair and ride the wave. All the waves. So many waves, adding to the lightning storm. The squirming is involuntary; there’s no way I can remain still while Grady fucks with me his fingers and licks me up like a treat.
“There’s still cake left,” Grady says, smiling against my stomach.
“You’re the cake,” I gasp, dragging his head back up to a nipple so that both of them get equal attention. “Like chocolate? No, lemon. No, strawb—ah!” Grady bites down, a sting jolting down my spine that somehow feels unbelievably good. Then suddenly, he’s dragging me off the table and into his lap while he sits on a dining chair. His thick thighs spread my legs wide, and I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself.
He doesn’t say a word as our eyes lock together, and I lift myself up a little, holding his dick so that I can sink onto him. It’s a tight fit since he didn’t spend a lot of time prepping me. I like it this way, when I can feel the burn and the stretch with every inch of him filling me. I also like it when he spends a long time prepping me until I’m bursting for it, and he can slide in withease. As long as Grady is part of the equation, I like all of it. What I crave most of all is the fullness, and the connection. Grady.
I never thought I’d feel this content, satiated,complete, until I met him. I’m sure of every step that I take with him, and that total surety is new for me.
