A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,54
almost lose my mind again.
"Creek, oh my god," I moan, my hips searching out what only he can give me right now.
"Patience," he repeats, his cock teasing me at my entrance but never actually entering me.
Then he's gone. I feel cold without the heat of his body. Lonely without his presence on mine.
"Ah, ah, no cheating," he tells me when I hear the pop of the champagne bottle. I'd seen it, of course, he'd told me it was dessert.
I suppose that makes me the dessert.
The sound of bubbles pouring into the flutes makes me antsy, ready to partake, ready to drink the golden liquid.
"Don't move," he says, and I freeze, having no idea what he plans on doing. But then I feel it. Gasping, I tense at the cold liquid pouring over my body from lips to my chin, to my chest, my stomach, and finally my navel.
Quickly, he dips his tongue in my belly button, humming his approval he licks his way back up my body, leisurely running the tip of his tongue around my nipple, then across to the other before, again, sliding his entire body up until we are chest to chest, lips to lips, and he kisses me like I'm the oasis of his own personal desert.
"I love you so fucking much, Remy," and then he thrusts inside me and I gasp, my arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him. I don't wait for permission, I open my eyes, and I’m greeted with the purest of green gazing down on me with only love and adoration.
"You are delicious, in every single way," he thrusts inside again, making me moan.
"But there's one more thing…" I trail off, seeing the plate with melted chocolate.
"I was too hungry for you, couldn't play with it. Maybe later?" he wiggles his eyebrows, and I give him a smirk.
"Nope, let me try something," I tell him, pushing him off and making him groan.
"Beautiful, this is not what I had in mind," his stops talking when he sees me approaching with the bowl of chocolate, the spoon letting the dark goodness pour out a thin streak.
"Lie down, Creek, let me taste you." His green eyes flash with hunger, his cock almost impossibly harder, as I take the chocolate and coat his cock with it, slowly and methodically. His moans spur on my own hunger, my own desire to eat him up. My dessert.
And so, I do.
Putting the bowl on his stomach, I tell him, "Make sure it doesn't fall, Creek, or else I stop sucking your cock."
That's when he growls. He actually growls like an animal.
But he obeys, and that makes me even wetter than I thought possible.
When my mouth covers the tip of his head, I let my tongue taste the chocolate before his precum mixes with it. It's heady, the mixture of the two. I feel powerful as Creek tries his damnest not to disappoint me.
It all proves much harder when I suddenly lower my mouth to the hilt, almost choking on his length, trying to control my gag reflex. He's got one hand planted on my head, fingers fisting my hair, the other clutching the sheets, his head is thrown back with the veins at his neck protruding, and I can tell he is fighting the urge to come inside my mouth.
When I reach down to squeeze his balls, he pulls my head away, and in one smooth move, takes the bowl, places it on the floor, and has me on my hands and knees before him, at his mercy.
The prey is now the hunter, and as he pushes inside me without warning, I feel the pleasure inside my heart. And my soul. Like every single one of my men, he fills me with life.
"God, you feel so fucking good, beautiful," he growls, leaning over my back, one arm around my waist, and fingers on my clit, finding the rhythm that makes me crazed with lust.
"Come for me, Remy, scream for me," he bites out right before I freeze, my breath catching on my throat as he empties himself inside me again, I call out his name and shake with the pleasure as I find my release.
But he doesn't stop. His lazy thrusts milking everything out of us. When he shudders with his last full, deep push inside of me, he leans over and kisses my shoulder.
"I love you, Remy," he whispers.
"I love you too, Creek," I pant out between broken breaths.