I'm in too big a hurry. Besides, it would be a waste of time. Because I’m going to run my tongue all over your body, until you come on my face.”
She makes a soft, delicious sound of longing, and I press my aching erection against her hip, because I need the contact so damn bad.
“And then I'm going to suit up and pound you right into the mattress. That will probably take about two minutes, tops. Because I've been wanting to do that for at least six weeks, and probably three years. But we're running out of time. So if that works for you, I'm going to need you to show me some hustle right now.”
She blinks, her pupils dark and wide.
Just to get things moving, I step out of the tub. I'm dripping on the bath mat and I don't give a damn. I give Daphne one more long glance—the kind that could accidentally set a forest on fire with its heat. And then I leave the room. She’ll either follow me or she won’t.
Naked, I walk down the hall, turning left into my room, listening for her footsteps behind me.
I hear her. She’s right there. But I’m not going to ask again. I’m not going to beg. It has to be her decision.
Just as I start to lose hope, she steps through the doorway. Then she drops her towel.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe. “Now get over here.” I dive for the bed.
She’s more graceful in her approach. But she’s here nonetheless, stretching her long-limbed, willowy body out beside me. Each breast is a perfect handful. I can’t wait to touch her everywhere.
I pounce, kissing her neck with a vampire’s eagerness. I need her so bad it hurts. My cock swings, engorged and heavy, against her hip as I lean over her. “Should I close the door?” I manage between kisses. Then I lick a droplet of water off her nipple.
She shivers before she can answer. “N-no? I have to listen for the oven timer.”
“Fuck the pies,” I mutter into her breasts. Then I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she moans. But the truth is that I work well with deadlines. I bet I can make her yell my name in the next five minutes. Her hands are already roaming my skin.
Daphne might be skittish, but she knows her own mind. And right now her mind is focused solely on me, and my mouth, and the wicked play of my fingertips low on her belly. I’m relentless with my tongue and my teasing hands.
A hot breeze blows through the open window as she shifts her hips restlessly on the quilt. She’s too stubborn to ask me for what she wants. Whereas I’m too stubborn to ever shut up about what I want.
I nudge her legs apart. “Lie still,” I say, just to be a jerk. Then I run a fingertip lightly across her mons.
She whimpers. I chuckle.
“Rickie.” Her tone is accusing.
“I know, baby girl. I know.” Then I stroke a thumb across her clit and she arches off the bed in pleasure. “Goddamn.” She’s so responsive. I lean in and take a slow lick of heaven, and her moan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Now there’s no way to hold myself back. I’m relentless with kisses and licks, and the more I give, the wetter she gets. It’s good to know that I haven’t lost my magic touch. Her fingers tangle in my overgrown hair as she lifts her hips to meet my tongue.
And even though my cock is leaking against the quilt, and my balls ache, I still draw out the process, slowing down my deep kisses to her pussy, clutching her hips in my two hands. This is goddamn beautiful and I know not to rush a good thing.
“Rickie,” she pants. That’s as close to begging as my girl is willing to go. She writhes in my grasp, her knees shaking. “Why are you so good at this?”
“Because I enjoy it.” I tease her with my fingertips again, and she throws her head back and moans. “Look at me.”
Daphne lifts her face. Holding her eyes, I kiss her inner thigh, and deepen my touch. One more kiss on her throbbing core, and she shatters in my arms. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She arches back into the pillow and lets out a whispered curse, her chest heaving.
Angling my body off the bed, I grab a condom out of my shaving kit, and I