The atmosphere thickens, unsaid words hanging in the air between us, setting like fudge. My breath catches in my throat as I edge forward, wanting to breathe him in more.
“Uh…” I seem to have lost the ability to speak as Tae’s wet fingers grab my chin and tip my face up to look at him.
He leans in slowly, hesitating as if waiting for permission. I have to levitate onto my tiptoes to meet his mouth. Our lips brush, cautiously at first. His pillowy lips are soft and still taste faintly of cinnamon. He applies gentle pressure, like he’s checking to make sure that I’m okay with every motion. I respond with more firmness, letting him know this is what I want. I don’t want him to hold back. Our kiss deepens as he pulls me closer, one hand anchoring the small of my back and the other lost in my hair. It’s not the inferno it was when I kissed Jagger for the first time, but it’s a simmer, quickly building to a boil.
“You’re so short,” he murmurs huskily, gripping my waist and easily lifting me onto the kitchen counter so we’re face-to-face.
“I’m pretty sure this is a food hygiene issue,” I point out, the cool counter chilling my ass through my dress.
“We can st?—”
I shut him up with my mouth, hooking my leg around his torso to draw him in. When warmth pools between my legs as slick wets my panties, I freeze.
“Are you okay?” Tae pulls back, oblivious to how wet he’s making me.
My jolt of involuntary panic about whether I need to reapply scent blocker instantly fades as soon as I remember he’s a beta. He probably can’t even smell me through my clothes.
“Uh-huh,” I hum, sliding my hand under his tee and grazing over his washboard abs.
He groans, capturing my bottom lip and gently sucking on it before backing up to pull his shirt over his head. My breath catches in my throat. Under the kitchen lights, every one of his defined muscles is illuminated. His chest is hairless, gleaming like a marble statue, but he has a line of dark hair leading down to his crotch.
Oblivious to how stunned I am by his hotness, he tugs at my knitted cardigan then hurls it across the room, landing on some pastry cutters and sending them skittering across the surface. Usually, I’d be the first to clear up a mess, but I’m too swept up in the moment to care, running my hands over his muscular back.
While bracing one hand on the counter, he caresses my outer thigh with the other, pausing to glance at me for confirmation. I take his wrist and guide it forcefully underneath my dress, surprising myself by my assertiveness. Tae’s pupils blow, eating up his brown irises.
Fuck, I had forgotten how good it feels to have a man’s hands between my legs, my thighs already clenching in anticipation.
“I don’t usually do this on a first date.” His voice has turned into a gravelly growl as his hands move higher, stroking the delicate flesh of my upper thighs.
“Breaking into your place of work?” I tease, tossing my head to the side to knock a stray curl out of my eyes. They’re all trying to escape my bun right now. “I’d hope not.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” His finger pads trace a gentle circle on my inner thigh. “But I’ll be out of a job if we do all the filthy things I’m imagining on this counter right now.”
I swallow hard. “Only if we’re caught.”
“Holy shit.” He groans as he strokes the frilly edge of my panties before sliding his finger down the front of them where my pussy has sucked in the fabric. “You’re soaked through.”
I bat my eyelashes. “May be best to remove them, then.”
“You’re sure this is what you want?”
I hold his gaze as I wriggle out of my panties, making my intentions crystal clear. He helps me pull them down, over my shoes, then pings them across the kitchen like a slingshot. When they hit a hanging spatula and make a dinging noise, I can’t help giggling. Although the funny moment quickly comes to an end when I watch Tae’s tongue sweep across his plump bottom lip, causing me to drip even more slick all over the counter.
He drops to his knees before me, mere inches from my pussy, then grabs my hips to yank me onto his face. The moment his tongue meets my wet flesh I cry out, the sounds of my rapture bouncing and echoing off the kitchen tiles.
“Fuck. That’s so…” I let out a high-pitched moan, bucking into him while his tongue devours my pussy like he’s trying to lick a mixing bowl clean of yummy cake batter. “Yes, like that.” I clutch his dark hair, holding him where I want him and pushing him farther onto me because I can’t get enough. “Fuck, Tae. Yes! Fuck, yes.”
His delicious assault on my pussy is making me see stars. Within seconds, I clamp my thighs around his head, every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire as an orgasm takes hold. I come hard and fast, mewing as I gyrate all over his face, heightening the friction while riding out the sensation until I’ve come back down to earth.
When I release him, a wicked smile graces his glistening lips. “Did you…?”
Use him like some kind of sex toy? Absolutely.
“Uh…” My chest heaves. “I guess it’s been a while, so I was a little quick.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. Do you realize how good it is for my ego that I was able to make you gush like that?” Tae slides a finger between my wet pussy lips, making me crave more. “I could eat your sweet pussy all day, cookie.”
My thighs tremble as he slides one finger into me, shuddering as my pulsing inner walls hug him, refusing to let go.
