Happily Ever After Collection - Melanie Moreland Page 0,26
opening me up more to his sexy ministrations. The cream was ice-cold when it landed on my aching center, and I moaned at the mind-blowing sensations of the cold and the heat of Byron’s tongue.
Byron was like a man possessed—swirling his tongue, licking and nibbling as he cursed, moaned, and hissed. He nipped and lapped. Teased and stroked. He used his fingers like his cock, filling me, thrusting hard as his tongue slid sensuously, pressing and touching until I came. Hard. Screaming his name, bucking under his fingers as I exploded and my body shook, my muscles gripping his fingers tightly. He didn’t even give me time to take in a deep breath before he slammed into me, pinning me down, his hands locked on my hips as he took me. Deep, powerful thrusts that made my eyes roll back in my head as I clung to his arms and tried to keep up. He growled and hissed as he threw my legs over his shoulders, burying himself deeper and taking me even harder. One shudder after another racked my body as I began to feel the coil tighten again, deep in my stomach. I gasped his name as he cursed, clutching at my shoulders, our bodies slippery and wet. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, his chest glistening in the light as his head fell back and he roared my name, just as another orgasm tore through me.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…Ju…lia…fuck… Yes!”
He collapsed onto my chest, breathing loudly. It took every bit of energy I had left to lift my hand and run it through his hair in a lazy motion.
I felt his grin against my skin, followed by the gentle nuzzle of his lips.
“Kitchen sex. So much better than pancakes,” he murmured.
I giggled. “Messier.”
“A hot bath will fix that up.”
“I think it’s like Chinese food, though,” I mused.
He was already laughing as he lifted his head from my chest, his eyes dancing, once again blue and happy-looking. “This, I have to hear. Why is kitchen sex like Chinese food?”
I smirked. “An hour from now, I’ll be ready for more.”
His mouth curved into his crooked grin, and his eyes gleamed wickedly. “Not a problem, Julia. I promise I’ll fill you up again before an hour passes.”
Oh.
Oh.
He stood, taking me with him, our chests meshed together. I wrapped my legs around his hips, burying my face into his neck, flicking my tongue out to taste the saltiness of his skin. He grabbed the bowl of whipped cream, holding me against him with one hand. He was chuckling as he climbed the stairs. “In case you need to, ah, eat something before the hour is up.”
I tugged on his ear with my teeth. “Oh, I know exactly where I want that whipped cream, Byron. And I guarantee it’ll be stiff by the time I’m done with it.”
“I think you have that wrong,” He smirked as he deposited me on the bathroom counter. “I’m pretty sure by the time you’re done with it—it’ll be anything but stiff.” He winked. “But I’m happy to let you try.”
I grinned.
Yep. I loved Sundays.
I shifted nervously in my seat, waiting for my new professor to arrive. A sudden windfall had enabled my professor to retire, and his replacement arrived today. I was meeting with her to discuss my staying on as her TA. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my back. Both were still a little sore from the kitchen sex yesterday, even though Byron had treated me to a lovely warm bath and massage afterward.
Not to mention the pancakes. Light, fluffy pancakes we ate with syrup, since all the whipped cream had been consumed in more resourceful ways. Byron had thoroughly enjoyed my ingenious use of the whipped cream, burying his hands in my hair as I teased him with my tongue, swirling the cool cream around and licking it off his length until the bowl was empty and he had come with a low, sexy moan that echoed off the walls around us.
A hot, soapy shower was needed for both of us.
The shutting of the door behind me startled me out of my thoughts. I sat up straighter as the whirlwind that was Lila Peters blew into the room. Her arms were full, an iPad tucked under her arm, a McDonald’s bag clutched in her teeth, and a cup of coffee clasped in her hand. Dark hair was swept off her neck in a braid, and she had large brown eyes that glittered in the light.