All's Fair in Love and Chocolate (Marietta Chocolate Wars #1) - Amy Andrews Page 0,23
to suck in a breath. Then he lowered her foot to his lap, reached for the band of her underwear with two hands and pulled.
Within five seconds those panties were on the floor and within a few more, Reuben was kissing his way up her inner thigh. “God…” He lifted his head. His eyes, which were all kinds of lust-glazed, met hers. “You smelled like lemon drops in Bozeman and now you smell like honeycomb.”
Viv lifted her fingers to his face, stroked them across his mouth. “Chocolate Honeycomb fizz bath bomb.”
Delish had a range of luxury pamper items including soaps and bath bombs. Thankfully Sage did not…
“Christ.” He kissed her fingertips without taking his eyes off her. “I can’t wait to taste it on your pussy.”
And then he went back to his ministrations, his tongue getting in on the action now as he zeroed in on his target. She was about to stop him because what she wanted most—what she’d fantasized about most—was to have him filling her up, pounding himself inside her but Jesus, this felt so damn good the suggestion of him stopping drifted away and then dissolved in a flash of heat as his tongue touched down and swiped right up the middle of her sex.
She cried out as the whole world shifted beneath her and her hand came down automatically on top of his head, plowing into his hair and hanging on for dear life while everything tilted crazily. He grunted and she realized she had her fingers all twisted up in his hair but damn if it didn’t look good, her hand on his head like that as he licked and sucked between her legs.
And he hadn’t lifted away, hadn’t shaken her off, just muttered, “Delicious,” and kept going so she held him there and surrendered to the magic of his mouth.
It didn’t take long. The tip of his tongue was some kind of secret weapon, soft and coaxing one moment as it explored the slickness between her folds then hard and pointy the next, finding the engorged bud of her clitoris and working it with perfect precision as two fingers pushed into the tight wet heart of her and crooking, working the engorged bud inside.
Her heart hammered frantically at the double whammy and her fingers twisted a little harder in his hair. He grunted but he did not stop.
“Reuben!”
Viv arched her back and panted as her orgasm rose from the depths of her pelvis like an avenging angel, spreading heat and light and pleasure that was shattering and energizing all at once. And she rode it to the end, her heels drumming on his back right between his shoulder blades as the sensation peaked and plateaued for long moments, wringing the very breath from her lungs before spiraling away.
She was left gasping and limp in its aftermath, her knees flopping to the side, her fingers unfurling from Reuben’s hair as he nuzzled her belly while she slowly came back to herself. “I thought I’d embellished how good you were at giving head but…obviously not.”
He chuckled, puffing air across skin damp from his lips, which in turn caused a prickle of gooseflesh. He raised his face, propping his chin against her belly, looking up her body.
“I aim to please.”
Viv pushed her hand to his hair—it looked a little worse for wear thanks to her almost reefing it out by the roots as she’d come. “You’re just good at this whole thing, aren’t you?”
“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Nope.” She smiled. “Not at all. No complaints from me.”
Lightly he rubbed his chin back and forth, the delicious prickle of his whiskers causing more goose bumps. “I like sex and I’ve paid attention over the years.”
Viv grinned. “You have.” She’d had great sex before but great usually took familiarity and practice and, as she tended to steer clear of long-term attachments, it wasn’t something she’d experienced often.
But Reuben had hit it out of the park. Every. Single. Time.
“Why don’t you lose your clothes and remind me how good you are at penetration?”
He chuckled again. “I love how you can make the most clinical word sound dirty.”
“Oh yeah? You like that, huh?” Viv’s hand slid from his hair, her thumb tracing over his bottom lip. Her heart did a funny flop as he turned his face and nuzzled her palm. “How about I need coitus in the worst possible way so get your penis in my vagina stat?”