Mace chuckled and unplugged the drill. "I just wish they had made the ceiling a little higher," he said, ducking under the hanging light.
"Does all this candy have you inspired?" I said, moving past him with my newly filled jars. I felt him come up behind me as I reached up to place them on the shelf.
His lips were on my neck, and his hand moved between my legs. "I'm feeling very inspired." His other hand caressed my breasts. "I want to eat your candy," he said. His voice was an octave lower, making my jellybean melt.
"I thought you didn't like candy," I said breathlessly as his hands slowly pulled down my yoga pants.
"I think I'm going to like this," he said.
"If you want to see if you like something or not, you have to taste it." He blew softly on my bare skin, and I almost came right then and there. "And find out."
He kept one hand on my lower back while the other pulled my pants down to the floor. I stepped out of them as he pushed me forward.
The hand on my lower back traced down my ass to the wet, tight opening that was honestly ready for a good fucking from his cock. His fingers trailed through the slick, wet heat to my clit. I moaned when he rubbed it and whimpered when his hand went back up to dip in my opening.
"Can I taste your candy, Josie?" he asked. His tone promised all pleasure.
"That's what it's there for." I gasped as his fingers teased me, doing this thing like he was spinning taffy. "Don't play with your food. Just eat it."
"Or eat it out." Mace chuckled.
He grasped my hips, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue was warm, and he moved purposefully, licking me, tracing the lines of pleasure, moving to nip and kiss at my clit then back up. One of his thumbs moved to my opening, pushing in to rub me while his tongue teased my clit.
I bucked against him, but his hands held me steady.
"Mace," I pleaded, "I want you to fuck me."
He ignored me, his tongue making steady rolling strokes, teasing me, bringing me to the edge then back.
"I'm gonna come. You should fuck me.Fuck," I gasped, my fingernails scratching at the laminate countertop, causing it to peel up.
I knew I was close. My legs trembled and tightened. Mace was completely holding me up because, if I were on my own, I would have collapsed on the floor in a melted puddle of syrup.
His tongue made two more twirls around my clit, and I was done. I bit down a scream as I came. I slumped over the countertop as he continued to stroke me.
"I'm toast."
"I thought you were candy," he replied, his fingers drawing out the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Toasted almond crunchy gooey caramel delight candy," I mumbled.
"That's not even a real thing." His hand was still stroking me. I felt the stirrings of pleasure.
Normally I needed a breather between rounds, but something about having that attractive man wanting me, totally content to bring me over wave after wave of pleasure, had me aching and wet for him all over again.
I licked my lips. "You going to use that Twizzler?" I asked.
"I'm almost insulted," Mace replied. I squeaked as his hand moved back down to my clit, and I moaned as he rubbed it.
"They make giant Twizzlers," I gasped. "Like really big, thick ones."
He hummed, his voice low and echoing through me. He came around to the side of me. One hand still moved between my legs while the other slid under my shirt to cup my breast, pinching at my nipple. Then he pulled me upright and kissed me hard.
"Fuck me," I begged him, pulling off my shirt and bra.
"Not after that Twizzler comment," he said, nuzzling my breasts and kissing each nipple.
Mace set me on the couch, still sucking and biting my nipples as his hand stroked me. This time my hips were free, and I bucked against his hand, gasping as he teased my clit. His mouth moved to plant kisses from my tits to my neck to my mouth, where his tongue mimicked the motions of his hand.
