He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking all the chocolate from it, then sucking harder, then even harder.
Her hips lifted from the table and he grinned. Okay, sensitive nipples. Very nice.
He trailed his hand up her thigh, circling his thumb over her hip bone, then sliding along the crease that led to her mound. “And is there anything specific that really does it for you, or can I just go according to the gasps and yes, Grants?”
“You can…” She gave one of those gasps as he brushed over her clit. “You’re doing fine.”
He chuckled. Fucking chuckled. During sex.
That was strange enough for him. But now he was about to smear cake batter all over a woman. No one would believe it.
As he looked down at the naked, wriggling woman spread out like a dessert buffet for him, he knew he wasn’t telling anyone a damned thing about this though.
He reached for the cake batter, and rather than dipping just one finger, he scooped up a handful. He let it dribble onto her stomach. She sucked in a breath. He drizzled it up and over her breasts, down the valley between them, swirled it around her belly button, and down to her mound. He moved his hand back and forth, painting swirls there, then dripped it down her thigh.
He followed it from top to bottom with his tongue and lips, making sure to get every drop and to spend extra time on each spot. By the time he moved his thumbs to part the sweet folds between her legs and flick his tongue over the slick, swollen bud there, she was whimpering and begging, and she came almost instantly.
“Oh my God! Grant!” Her toes actually curled and her back arched. Her body shuddered, and she gripped his forearm tightly.
Grant lifted his head to look at her. Her entire body seemed flushed, but her face was a darker pink and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling.
One lick? He’d made her come that easily?
Damn, that was good for a guy’s ego.
Several long moments passed as he just stroked the outside of her thigh into the curve of her ass and waited. She wasn’t begging him to keep going, please don’t stop, oh, that’s so good, so yeah, he assumed she needed a second to regroup.
Finally, she put a hand over her eyes and gave a sobbing laugh. “Oh wow.”
He squeezed her hip. “Why, thank you very much.”
She laughed again. “I can’t believe that happened so fast. And easy!” She moved her hand to look at him. “You hardly even did anything down there!”
Grant gave a choked laugh. “Hey, I was willing. I was just getting started!”
She grinned. “I know! That’s… wow. You have a magic tongue. I mean, it definitely got a workout everywhere else.” Her smile was a combination of amused and shy. “You’re good with it, I’ll give you that. Maybe it would have been too much if it had been… applied directly.”
He laughed again. He wasn’t sure what to expect to come out of her mouth. “Jocelyn,” he said, his tone serious even though he was grinning like a damned idiot. “You will find out what it’s like when applied directly.”
She blushed deeper but also grinned. “Good.”
“But now—” He shifted so he was straighter and reached to take her ass in both hands. “I think we’ve completed the prep work.”
She blew out a breath. “Boy, have we. I’ve never been… prepared… quite like that.”
Damn right she hadn’t.
It was the kind of thought that should have him worried. He never cared about the men that came before him—or after, for that matter—with the women he dated. They simply didn’t matter. The relationship was about Grant and the woman he was with for however long it lasted. He didn’t think much—and certainly didn’t worry—about the woman’s history before him or what happened after.
That might make him an asshole, but he cared about a lot of women outside of the bedroom. Women who needed someone on their side. Who had a lack of allies in their life and needed a coach and a cheerleader and a teacher.
He never dated women like that. Women who needed things.
But Jocelyn needed something. Him. And another orgasm. Right now.
He’d worry about the other things she was making him feel later.
Because he needed something right now too—her. And he never needed anything.
Focusing on the naked, post-orgasmic-glowing woman before him, he ran the hand not covered in chocolate up her thigh and eased a finger