up around her hips and shoved her legs wider. Lifting her bottom, he simply covered her slick entrance with his mouth and sucked at the spicy orange-honey-cream dripping from her. He plunged his tongue deep, drawing the sticky spice out of her, catching as much as he could, stroking along her clit, flicking, stabbing and teasing, driving her up and over again and again.
He ate the first of the orange-spice balls as the first of her orgasms crashed over her. It was a powerful wave that nearly took her off the table and jerked the hair out of his scalp. He devoured her thoroughly, never stopping, feeding the power of her second orgasm, allowing the spice in the orange-spice dessert to mix with her natural cream, creating an even more powerful wave as he consumed the sugar and spice and kept lashing at her with his tongue and fingers.
The sugar around the first spice ball was melting, just as it was supposed to do, and the ball was melting along with it in all of Scarlet’s glorious heat, that natural inferno that was waiting to surround him. She writhed and bucked, nearly coming off the table as the spices were absorbed into her system. He sucked at the spicy, delicious concoction, one of Alena’s masterpieces, and his particular favorite. He plunged his tongue into her over and over to get out as much as he could. He’d never eaten the orange-spice balls out of a woman before, but he would again, now that he had. Mixed with Scarlet’s normal taste, they were addictive. He was definitely putting in a special order for them the moment he got home.
The next massive wave hit Scarlet and she screamed, her legs trying to close around his head, her hips coming off the table in a wild display as she tried to ride his face. Absinthe surged to his feet, freeing his cock with one hand, dragging her hips off the table with the other, and then he slammed home, throwing his head back as his cock found that tight, hot tunnel. So snug. Scorching. A fiery blaze surrounding him, squeezing down so viciously tight.
That fire. That slick spice was pure perfection as scorching hot as a burning volcano. He buried himself in her over and over, his head roaring. Thunder bellowed in his ears. Flames raced up his spine. Rolled in his belly. Became an inferno in his groin. The table rocked and slid toward the wall. He pounded himself deeper. Buried himself in her over and over as the flames streaked up his body, his thighs and back. He was wild. Out of control. Nothing had ever felt so good.
Before he could think to stop, to slow down, it was too late and her body had clamped down so hard on his that it was impossible to stop the explosion as that tight silken sheath surrounded and squeezed, stroked and milked. Hot semen splashed along the walls of her channel, mixing and blending with her spicy cream, bathing his cock in scorching heat so that his shaft pulsed and jerked wildly, sending those lightning strikes straight to his brain.
Her hot little pussy felt like it convulsed around him again and again, a crazy, beautiful ride that seemed never-ending—one he hoped would never end. His legs turned to rubber, and he had to collapse over the top of her, driving his sated cock deep as he did. The aftershocks rippling through her were strong and he felt every one of them as he buried his face in her throat, struggling to breathe.
Scarlet was doing the same, her arms winding around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair to massage his scalp. She was breathing hard, her soft breasts rising and falling fast, and he knew he was probably too heavy, but he honestly couldn’t move.
Absinthe wrapped his arms around her as tight as he could without breaking her. “I love you, Scarlet. I don’t know how else to say what I feel, and it’s so much more. You’ve already given me more than I ever thought I could have.”
He lifted his head to look into her green eyes. That look was there, the one that he didn’t deserve—would never deserve no matter if he spent the rest of his life trying to make her happy. And that was exactly what he planned to do. He kissed her chin and then her throat.
“When we can move, we have to clean up. I’ve got a