that stifled his protest, but they both knew it was the fact that she took his hands and pulled him forward so his dick was level with her breasts.
Visions and ideas flashed through his head, each one more erotic than the last. But before he could act on any, Belle shook her head again and dropped to her knees so he was now level with her mouth. She lifted the bowl and with a wink she blew him a kiss and poured.
Mitch groaned at the sensation of cold ice cream and warm caramel sauce sliding over his straining head. Then Belle added her hot mouth to the mix. His hips bucked, and unable to help himself, Mitch tunneled his fingers through her hair and held on as she blew him and his control all to hell.
His orgasm hit hard, fast and intense, and Mitch growled with pleasure when Belle didn’t stop sucking, licking or nibbling away at her dessert. Everything went black, his knees almost buckling as he gave over to the pleasure pumping out of his body.
It took him a solid minute to regain his senses. When he came back to earth, he realized Belle had stopped sucking and had laid her head against his belly and was giving him a hug, her arms wrapped around his thighs.
He smoothed a caress down the back of her tousled hair, causing Belle to pull back and grin up at him.
“Now, that was a tasty dessert,” she purred. “Shall we follow it up with a relaxing bath and wash off the stray peaches?”
“What about mine?” he asked, wanting nothing more than to taste her juices mixed with hot caramel.
“Help yourself,” Belle said with a wink.
Mitch noted a peach stuck to her shoulder and grinned. He scooped it up with one finger and popped it into his mouth, then proceeded to enjoy the clean, smooth pleasure of peaches, Brazilian style.
Ten minutes later Mitch sighed with pleasure as he held her back against his chest and sipped champagne in the huge spa tub.
“So what do you think of this particular theme?” she asked, her face still flushed from her climax.
“It’s perfect. Traditional yet just kinky enough to appeal to the average guest,” he assured her. “Like everything else you’ve come up with, it’s perfect.”
“Wait till you see the setup for the kinkier guests. You know the ones—seen it all, done it all.” He felt her laugh as her shoulders shifted against his chest. “The leather goods, floor-to-ceiling poles and edgier sex toys arrived this afternoon.”
“I can’t wait to try them out,” he assured her before taking a drink. The explosion of bubbles, alcohol and peaches filled his taste buds and Mitch sighed. Damn, life was good.
“Hmm, I think that means I deserve a reward,” she mused. Wicked humor lit her green eyes, but before she could take charge of their lovemaking again, Mitch set down the champagne flute and grabbed her hips.
A quick move and he had her pressed against the opposite side of the tub, her breasts just above water level and her butt up in the air.
His fingers went to work on her nipples as Mitch sucked and licked the trail of water up her spine until he reached the back of her neck.
His body holding her in place, he slipped into the glorious wet pleasure of her body from behind. Belle’s moan was breathy, lost in her soft pants of delight.
The steamy heat, the slickness of the water added another level of decadence to their lovemaking. Mitch took his time, building her pleasure with long, even strokes countered by tiny flicks of his fingers over her wet, turgid nipples.
When Belle couldn’t handle it anymore, her pants becoming whimpers and her body pressing tighter against him, he pulled out, turned her in one swift move and pulled her right back down on his throbbing dick. The move, so hard and fast, sent him over the edge and his explosion of pleasure brought her right along. His mouth took hers as they came together. Belle’s gasping cry of his name added an emotional edge to his orgasm.
He scooped her slippery slick body out of the frothy bubbles and, still kissing her, carried Belle into the other room. Uncaring that they soaked the sheets, he dropped to the bed, pulling her with him. He couldn’t release his hold on her, not even to grab a towel, to pull up the blankets. He didn’t want to let go of Belle.
Ever.
His last thought before sleep wound