So his little Sunflower had never done temperature play before. Interesting. He’d always been fascinated about the science behind various kinks, such as the mechanism behind cooling and heating the sensitive nerves. Now he had the perfect specimen to experiment on.
He added a little more ice cream to his finger, swirled it over her a second time, then ran his tongue straight up the center of her.
“You taste so fucking good, Tressa.”
She let out a strained laugh. “That’s just the ice cream.”
Ethan pulled away and smirked at her from between her thighs. “You think this”—he held up the remains of her cone—“could compare to you at all?” He tossed the ice cream toward the forest for the animals to enjoy. “Tressa, it doesn’t even come close to you. Doesn’t hold a candle to the divine taste that is you.”
Her cheeks flushed red, and he wondered if no one had ever complimented her before.
Leaning back down, he flicked his tongue over her clit a few more times, then started lapping at her pussy. “I could feast on you all day and not stop until the sun went down.”
He pushed a finger inside her, adding a second one when her wetness allowed him easy access. Pumping them in and out, he matched his licks to the pace of his fingers for a second before looking back up at her. “And once darkness fell, that’s when the real fun would start.”
Tressa’s head thumped onto the hood again, and he didn’t even tell her to focus on him. He wasn’t doing his job unless she became lost to the sensation.
Her hips started bucking against his face, her cries growing louder. “Fuck yes, Ethan! Right there!”
He increased his pace, thrumming his tongue faster as his fingers slid beautifully through her wet heat. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Scream so loud you scare the wildlife.”
He latched his mouth around her clit and gave one strong suck.
“Ethan!” Tressa shouted as her back arched fully off the car, and her fingers tangled in his hair, locking him in place with her solid grip.
Not that he had any desire to move away from her and miss the show. Especially when he knew he was the one responsible for the blissed-out look on her face as her body continued to twitch in the aftermath of her orgasm. Grinning, he licked up every last drop of her release, and it was just as he imagined—far more delicious than any ice cream.
Chapter twenty-seven
Tressa
“Sheer perfection,” Ethan said, running his tongue along his lips.
Perfect? Tressa thought. Perfect didn’t even begin to describe it. She was fluent in eight languages, and she was pretty sure none of them had a word that came even close to what she had experienced.
She should be feeling shame that she’d given in after telling herself she wasn’t going to, but damn. Her morals weakened like a vampire in the sun the second he kissed her. It was all just supposed to be a little fun. Teasing him with the ice cream on her tits. She’d wanted to watch him get all red and flustered again before showing her more of that iron willpower he had.
So much for the plan.
Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her off the hood and set her down on unsteady legs. Slowly, he tugged her panties back up and settled them in place around her hips.
“That was incredible, Ethan,” she said breathily, gripping his shirt and dragging him close to press a quick kiss to his lips. “But now I think it’s your turn.”
She still maintained that it wasn’t too bad so long as they didn’t goallthe way, and Lilith be damned, she was not going to experience the best orgasm she’d had in three hundred years without offering him the same in return.
Ethan rested his forehead against hers. “You asked me what I wanted, yeah? Trust me when I say I just had it. I’m good.”
She pulled back and ran her hand up and down the impressive bulge straining the front of his pants. “Are you sure? Feels to me like you’re not finished yet.” She increased her pace when she saw his eyes darken.
For all of three seconds.
Ethan took her hand gently and pulled it off his cock.
Wait, did he not want her? What kind of guy ate pussy like a damn champion then called it a day? She could see the evidence in his pants that he clearly needed a release, and she was more than happy to give it to him. Hell, shewantedto give it to him. She was desperate to taste her mate.
So why…?
“Do you not want me?” she asked, hating how meek and vulnerable she sounded. She was a fucking vampire. She’d survived the kinds of things that would break most people. She could handle anything life threw her way and do it with a smile on her face and a song in her heart.
