“We didn’t finish eating,” I whispered, hoping I looked even an ounce as hot as he did.
“Oh, I still intend to eat,” he replied, lifting one dark eyebrow. “I’m just taking my dessert now.”
“Ugh, call the cheese factory, I think they’re missing a shipment,” I laughed. That made his grin widen further.
He sealed his mouth over mine, and I didn’t even care how cheesy his line was as long as he kept kissing me like that. My shirt went up over my head, the cool air caressing my heated skin, and I felt the button on my jeans loosen. I bit at his bottom lip and he growled, and damn, if that wasn’t the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. I reached for the hem of his shirt, but he slipped away.
“Hey,” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. Two could play that game. If he wouldn’t let me see him undressed, he wouldn’t see me, either.
A huff of laughter escaped him. “Patience, remember?”
Tugging at my jeans, he slipped them off my legs and tossed them on the floor, then each sock followed them. He studied my toes for a moment until I started to feel self-conscious about them and tried to pull them away. It didn’t work. He held firm and kissed the tip of each toe on both feet.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have adorable toes?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I can’t say they have, but thanks, I guess?”
Suddenly, a jolt of unexpected desire lit my body up as he plunged his tongue between my toes. I yelped and tried to pull my foot away, but it worked about as well as it had the first time. He continued his assault on my foot, watching me, gauging my reactions. My clit was throbbing already, and I resisted the urge to slip my hand down there and take care of myself while he sucked on my toes.
“That’s so weird,” I complained, falling back onto the bed.
His teeth flash in another quick grin. “Don’t like that?”
“No, it’s weird that I do.” I covered my eyes with my arm and curled my hands into fists, fighting for that patience.
Rico lifted my other foot to his mouth and gave it the same treatment, but this time, he stroked my center with his thumb as he did it. A moan escaped my mouth and he chuckled. The arrogant bastard. Wait until it was my turn, which would hopefully come after he fixed the growing problem between my legs. When I felt his tongue run right down the center of the sole of my foot, I squeaked and managed not to kick him in the face when my foot jerked.
“Ticklish?”
I tried really hard to frown at him. “No.”
“Mmhmm.” He sank down on the bed, placing light kisses all the way up my leg as he went, licking the tiny spot on my knee where I’d nicked myself shaving. “What do you want, Kara?”
“More patience,” I grumbled.
Rico barked out a laugh and licked my inner thigh. “What do you want, Kara?”
My breath hissed out between my teeth. “You, Rico.”
“What do you want me to do?”
The throbbing intensified as his breath danced across my desire and I gave it to him straight, as I usually tried to do. “Lick it.”
His tongue swiped once through my folds and he settled his stupid, smiling face against my thigh again. “What else?”
My eyes narrowed down at him. He was playing with me. “Make me come, Rico. Make me come hard.”
“As you wish.”
I totally would’ve called him out on that Princess Bride reference if I hadn’t been distracted by the pressure on my clit. Damn, he was good at this. I caught myself reaching for a pillow, then remembered last time and just let myself be as noisy as I wanted. That seemed to spur him on more, and the pressure increased, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. Why wasn’t he using his fingers like last time, though? Did he expect me to tell him to?
“F-fingers, Rico,” I gasped. “Put your fingers in me.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, and I jolted against him. Teasing my entrance first, he slipped his fingers inside, curling them to hit the spot I liked, and I moaned loudly. Damn, I was so close now. His fingers thrust in and out, his tongue swirling and torturing, and his expression told how much he was enjoying it all.
Shifting slightly, he grabbed one of my cheeks and spread it, then there was pressure of an entirely new kind. He didn’t insert anything in my ass, for which I was grateful, but the added pressure, the stimulation, was overwhelming and I could barely breathe. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, urging him to finish it. He grabbed my leg and lifted my butt off the bed, keeping my shoulders pressed to the mattress, his mouth never stopping.
At this new angle, he spun his fingers and thrust in a new direction, keeping the pressure up in the back. The sight alone was erotic, and my insides tightened up in response. His tongue stopped swirling and, instead, started licking, flattening out. It almost looked as if he really were enjoying a sweet dessert, and I almost laughed at the thought and might have if I’d been able to speak as my orgasm crashed over me.
I shuddered hard, my voice coming out a lot louder than I had intended. He released his fingers, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands as he continued lapping at me, but I pulled away. Rico blinked up
