Ride the Tide (Deep Six #3) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,87
having experienced his penis in all its wonder, she could understand what the fuss was about. As far as appendages went, it was pretty darn handy. And amazingly adroit—although that might have more to do with its owner than the organ itself.
Indeed, she couldn’t have found a better man or penis to rid her of her virginity had she searched and—
Oh my god! I’m no longer a virgin!
She’d realized it on a surface level directly after the main event, but it wasn’t until right at that moment that the knowledge sank deep, hitting her on a cellular level.
It was done. She was rid of it.
I’m no longer a virgin! She rolled the delicious idea around her head.
Yes, indeed. Virginity sucked and sex was wonderful.
She wished she could go back in time and club her younger self over the head for not doing as her peers had done and pursuing it with more interest.
Then again, if she’d done that, Mason wouldn’t have been her first. And she was so happy he’d been her first because…well, she loved him. And that had to make it the best it could be, right?
Better if he loved you back, that voice whispered.
Screw you! she silently growled. She had this day. This one day. She refused to let anything ruin it. Especially inconvenient truths.
Raising her hand to shield her eyes, she checked the position of the sun. It was making its way across the western sky, proving they’d slept for at least two hours.
When her stomach rumbled, she reached into the picnic basket, fishing around for a second helping of brownies. Her fingers bumped into a strange foil square instead. Grabbing one corner, she pulled out the mystery item and discovered it was a condom.
Not just one. A whole strip.
Five to be exact.
Got a healthy opinion of your sexual prowess, don’t you? she thought as she smirked down at Mason. She couldn’t wait to put that opinion to the test.
Dropping the condoms back into the basket, she searched some more and pulled out a brownie. Sitting cross-legged, she took a bite. Sweet, sugary delight exploded against her tongue.
Closing her eyes, she wondered if there was anything on the planet more delicious than chocolate. When she reopened her eyes, they snagged on Mason’s manhood.
What does that taste like, she wondered?
Then she nearly choked on her brownie because the member in question began to lengthen and swell. Watching with avid interest, she saw it go from an innocuous-looking roll of flesh to a long, meaty column of steel. The wide, plummy head touched the hollow of his navel.
“See something you like?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, nearly dropping the brownie. Heat flooded her cheeks when she realized he’d caught her ogling him.
So what if I was? she told herself. He’s my lover, even if that’s only for today. And lovers have free license to gawk.
“Just appreciating you in all your manly splendor.”
He hummed encouragement and ran a hand up her hip. Goose bumps followed in the wake of his touch. Her nipples joined in the party by furling painfully.
An idea bloomed to life in her head. A wonderful, delicious, diabolical idea.
With her heart thudding in anticipation, she dipped a finger into the icing atop her brownie and smeared it over his bottom lip.
He went to lick it off and she swatted him. “Uh-uh. Leave it. I have plans for it.”
The blue in his irises darkened dangerously.
Another dip of her finger, and this time the icing ended up on his collarbone.
“Hey.” He grabbed her wrist, his frown playful. “What’re you doing?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she assured him.
“Can two play this game?” He reached for the brownie, intent on painting her with icing. She whipped the treat out of his reach.
“Nope. You had your three. Or”—she corrected with a siren’s smile—“rather, I had my three. Now it’s time for you to make good on your promise. You said I could do whatever I wanted to you, and I want—” She transferred some icing onto his nipple, watching with delight as it crinkled. Another dollop went in his belly button. “—to kiss my way from your lips to your chest to your belly and then…”
She didn’t finish. She let his mind fill in the blank when she placed a big smear of chocolate on the head of his bobbing dick.
The sound he made at the back of his throat was that of a wild animal.