With my tongue.
Antonio straddled her legs, reaching into the basket to retrieve the whipped cream and cherry pie. Licking his lips, he homed in on her naked breasts. “I promise I’ll clean any mess I make.”
Her breath stopped as she collapsed on the rug. Holy Mary, mother of . . .
He hovered over her, painting his desire with cherry filling from her nipples to her navel. Running his sticky fingers over her mouth, he urged her to open for a taste. She sucked him in, reveling in his hooded stare and the feel of his bulge under her wandering hand. Her tongue laved the sugariness until his flavor took over.
She wanted more. Gripping his wrist, she tugged until his digits popped free. Her pulse hammered as she guided him to her soaked panties, the final hindrance to her nakedness. At first, he pressed gently, chewing on his cheek. Concentration pulled his brows together. Lory resisted the urge to beg as suspense fueled her excitement. She lifted herself onto her elbows to see what his next move would be.
Toni hooked the top of the satin and dragged her underwear off. She was as bare as she’d been the day she was born. Exposed to the sun, the cool breeze, and his hot-blooded intentions. Sliding his touch between her legs, he trailed a path to her center, eyes fixed on her shuddering chest when he reached his destination.
His gaze locked with hers. “It’s a sin to have pie without cream.” Pushing two fingers inside, he mimicked what he’d done to her mouth.
Lory gasped before releasing a moan, stretching her arms over her head. Her spine bowed as she looked to the heavens to give thanks. The cold shock of whipped cream dropping onto her skin had her head snapping up. One nipple. Two nipples. Around her navel. On the juncture of her thighs. He prepped her to be devoured. Her breath came in shallow pants as he braced his palms either side of her and bowed his head. Using his lips and tongue, he loved one side before kissing and licking across to the other. He wasn’t joking about cleaning up after himself. As he moved lower, she got up on her elbows again, not wanting to miss a second of the action.
Somewhere along the way, he’d undone the top button of his jeans and the tip of his cock peeked out.
“Do I get to have dessert too?”
“Mm.” He worked his tongue around her belly button.
Was that a reply or an expression of how much he liked her pie?
“Toni.”
“Mm?”
“Get rid of your pants.”
“Later.” He dragged his tongue up her center, sampling the sweetness.
She moaned, wanting to do the same to him. “I wanna lick you while you taste me.”
He froze, immobile for so long. Oh, shit. She held her breath. Had she said something wrong? She’d never done this before. Her fingers twitched with the urge to gather her clothes and rebuild the defense he’d so lovingly peeled away.
Toni finally moved, resting his forehead on her belly. “You’re perfect.”
She sat up, lifting his head so she could kiss him. A wordless declaration that she’d never wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted him. You’re perfect, too. Being out in the open only made their coming together more incredible. More daring. She wanted to explore so many possibilities with him. Her heart thumped, waiting for a sign.
He gripped the denim, shoving his jeans down. Her lungs inflated before a sharp exhale.
He wants this.
He took a seat on the rug, wrestling his pants off all the way while she reached for the cream. He was hard and ready, the veins on his silky skin standing out. His length bobbed as she added the topping. Running her tongue over the tip, she collected a sample. Yum. Toni grunted in response. She turned, finding him watching her through heavy lids. Her heart stuttered. The man was a smorgasbord all for her.
She threw a leg over his waist and faced his feet. His palms curled over her hips, tugging her backwards. She shuffled as he tucked his arms under her, spreading her with his shoulders. He pulled her down. Hot, moist flesh struck hot, moist flesh, the impact expelling a cry and bending her spine.
She wanted her mouth on him. Gripping him at the base, she lapped all the dessert. Her pelvis rolled into his touch. He took from her as she took from him. Their bodies joined in an endless loop of flesh and skin. Infinite love in motion. Tongues explored. Palms squeezed. She bobbed her head, sucking and licking.
Cool air skimmed her core as his head flopped on the rug. “Fuck. I can’t hold on.”
His curse kicked off an adrenaline rush, feeding her determination to give him pleasure. Adding her hands, she worked him harder. His fingers dug into her. Flattening the soles of his feet on the ground, his hips jerked in short, sharp bursts until he finally let go. Heated breath rushed over her center as he cursed again. There was no chance to revel in her victory. His tongue drove into her, setting her off-balance. Slapping her palms on his hipbones, she reared up. His strong grip held her tightly in place, letting her know he was in control now. And she let him take what he wanted.
Sweet surrender.
The sunlight reflected off their slick skin. The breeze teased her hair as his mouth laved her folds. He eased his hold and she rocked into his movements, the pressure building. Overcome with complete abandon, she rode him unabashedly. Bared to him. Bared to nature. Stars danced behind her lids as her eyes rolled back. Pleasure burst from her core, shattering her to pieces.
Still in a haze of ecstasy, Lory barely knew where she was before he’d scooted
