forehead; her nose turns up above those gorgeous pink lips. My heart stutters. It fucking stutters. The fuck? "What is it?" I grumble.
"I forgot the chocolate."
"Chocolate?"
"And I need fresh eggs, cinnamon, butter—"
"You’ve lost me."
"To make breakfast."
I shudder and mime throwing up in my mouth. "Who has chocolate for breakfast?"
She laughs. "Chocolate pancakes, dummy." Then she adds, "What do you like to eat in the morning?"
"Anything but chocolate." I grumble.
"Wh-a-a-t?" Her eyes go all round, "You don't like chocolate?"
"Why settle for chocolate, when," I drag my gaze down her body, "there are other things that make for a tastier breakfast."
She gapes, "Do you only think of sex?"
"Do you only think of desserts?"
"What else is there?" her voice cracks.
I scan her pink-tinged features. "Are you blushing?"
"Of course, not." Her face grows fiery.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing."
Oh, it was something all right. "Go on, you can tell me."
She shakes her head.
I glare at her, lower my voice to a hush, "Say it."
She trembles. "I… I was thinking how much I’d like for you to eat me out."
11
Amelie
What the hell am I doing? Why did I blurt that out? I’d honestly not realized that it was what I had in mind, until he’d commanded me to speak… And hell, when he assumes that voice, that hushed tone which whips through my mind, I can’t stop myself. I have to obey him. But did I have to tell him the truth? Couldn’t I have deflected?
His nostrils flare and his grip on my waist tightens. "Say that again," he rasps.
"I… I…" My throat closes. How can I repeat what had come out in a moment of utter lunacy?
"Complete your sentence," his hot breath sears my lips. My panties instantly dampen. My thighs clench and I can’t stop the small whine that spills from my mouth.
"Ask…and you shall receive." His lips curl. An answering quiver thrums at my center. OMFG! I can’t even… This man… How can I refuse him anything? Why the hell had I agreed to stay…? Is that why I hadn’t wanted to leave? I blink; all thoughts empty from my mind.
"Please," I breathe out. "Eat me."
Even before the words are out of my mouth, he’s flipped me on my back, "With pleasure, Alice." He smirks from above me.
"A…are you my white rabbit?"
"You’ll have to let me know."
I blink, then heat sears my cheeks. Is he alluding to my favorite vibrator? "That’s not what I—" My breath hitches as he slides down my body.
His hard chest presses down on my breasts, my belly, then his head is between my thighs. He shoulders apart my legs, places one of my hands on his ear, then the other on the other side. "Hold on." His eyes glitter.
"What the—"?" I gasp, then tighten my fingers around his ears, for he’s buried his face in my pussy.
He nuzzles my flesh.
I whimper.
He blows on my throbbing core, and hell, but I almost come right then.
"Not yet, Buttercup." I sense his lips curve against my center.
"Don’t…don’t stop," I gasp.
"Hmm," he makes an appreciative sound deep in his throat.
All of my nerve endings seem to explode.
"Which dessert should I sample first, you think?"
"Wait," I gasp.
He peers up at me.
"The arrangement."
"What of it?"
"You said no sex."
"So?"
"Does this count as sex?"
"I thought we already covered this, Buttercup."
"As long as you don’t…uh…you don’t—"
"Sink my dick into your pussy?"
My cheeks flush, "Yeah, no penetration, in the traditional fashion, equals no sex, right?"
"Sure, if that’s how you want to see it."
"I…"
He drags his fingers up my pussy lips.
I huff.
"So?" He smirks.
"Yes…" I force out the word.
He stares back.
"Yes, that’s the definition, for the…uh, the arrangement." I clarify, "As long as you don’t uh, penetrate my puss—eee" The word comes out on a whine for he’s replaced his finger with his mouth. OMG. OMG. A moan trembles from my lips.
"My, my, Buttercup," he mutters against my core, " is this how greedy you are when you bake?"
What the—? I blink. Why is he still talking? Didn’t his mom teach him not to talk when his mouth is full? Why can’t he—?
He raises his head. Cool air envelops the heated, melting triangle between my legs, right before he slaps my pussy. Right on it, across my swollen core, which erupts in a miasma of sparks, that travels out from the contact, up my spine, and explodes behind my eyes. The room tilts. Ohmigod. Sweat beads my brow. The pain fades, leaving behind an ache that swallows me up from the center. "What was that for?" I shudder.
"Answer the question,