She moved lower, pausing to circle her tongue around my navel. “Ticklish?” she teased, eyes dancing.
“Evil,” I muttered.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down slow enough to torture me. My cock sprang free, heavy and leaking, and she hummed appreciatively, admiring her handiwork.
“Well,” she murmured. “Look at that.”
My gaze shot up when she brushed a light dusting of honey powder around the base of my cock. “I thought you said this wasn’t for my dick.”
“Honey dust is meant for external use only, so as long as we’re careful—”
Then her tongue was on me again, lapping up my precum with the honey powder. Painfully slow, deliberate licks from base to tip.
I jerked, hips bucking.“Fuck,Arabella.”
Her wicked laughter vibrated against my cock.
The honey dissolved into a sweet, sticky mess. Every pass of her mouth made it filthier. She swirled around the head, teasing the foreskin back with her lips, sucking me gently like a goddamn lollipop.
“Mm, you taste good,” she whispered, eyes flicking up to mine.
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm, sweet and salty. My favorite kind of snack.”
I tangled my fingers in her curls, holding on for dear life. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
She grinned before taking me deeper. Her lips stretched around my length, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. One hand stroked the base in slow twists. The other cupped my balls, rolling them gently, thumb brushing that sensitive spot that made my vision spark.
Damn, she was a fast learner.
Every time she discovered something that made my hips jerk or my breath catch, she did it again, like she was cataloging my reactions for future reference. The sensation was almost too much.
Tongue swirling. Hand pumping. Big, beautiful eyes locked on mine, daring me to lose control.
Not yet, baby.
“Wait,” I rasped, gently easing her off with the hand in her hair. She looked up, lips swollen and shiny. “I want to taste you, too.”
She pouted. “But I wasn’t done.”
“I want your pussy on my mouth while you suck me.”
Her eyes widened, then darkened with understanding. “You mean—”
“Sixty-nine, baby,” I said, voice rough. “You game?”
She shivered, nodding fast. “God, yes.”
I quickly stripped her pajama bottoms and panties off her body before guiding her to turn and straddle my chest, tugging her back until her knees framed my head.
Her thighs trembled as she hovered, that gorgeous ass right above me. Her pussy was glistening, flushed from all the teasing. Her trimmed curls were dark and neat, framing the slick pink folds like a perfect invitation. A faint scattering of freckles dusted the soft skin of her inner thighs, trailing inward like a constellation leading straight to heaven. I stared, mesmerized.
Forget the Eiffel Tower or the Grand Canyon at sunrise; Bella’s swollen cunt was the best fucking view I’d ever seen.
The jar of honey dust sat forgotten on the bed. I reached for it, twisting the lid off and dipping my fingers into the fine, golden powder.
Her breath hitched when I trailed a light line just above her mound. The dust shimmered against her flushed skin, clinging to the faint sheen of sweat and arousal.
