Indulgent Pleasures

“Scoot over.”

Justin did as she asked, giving her enough room so she could sit on the edge of the mattress. He was warm, his body heat seeping into her and she drew the strawberry slowly along the curve of his sensuous mouth, leaving a light trail of whipped cream in its wake.

He sat perfectly still, his eyes glittering as he stared at her and she met his gaze. “Mm, looks like I made a mess.”

She leaned in and licked at his lips, not touching him anywhere else, allowing her tongue to do a slow glide along first his lower lip, then his upper lip.

Sitting back, she saw his skin gleamed with perspiration and she reached for him, trailing her fingernails down a rock hard bicep.

God, he was strong and so sexy. She’d never tried role playing before, had always thought she couldn’t get into it but the minute she’d donned the outfit, a new sort of power had come over her that she couldn’t begin to explain.

“Here.” She brushed the tip of the strawberry against his mouth. “Open up.”

He did as she asked and she slipped the piece of fruit into his mouth. He bit down with strong white teeth, the juice from the plump fruit dripping onto his lips as he did so. She watched in fascination as he chewed and swallowed the bite, arousal moving through her in a slow, smoky haze.

“Was it good?” she asked.

Justin nodded, his gaze dropping to her chest for the briefest second before his eyes met hers once again. “Yes.”

“Would you like another bite?”

“Definitely.”

Unable to help herself, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue licking at the remaining fruit juices and he groaned. His hand came up, clasping the back of her head and she withdrew from his touch, shaking her head slowly. “Relax and let me do all of the touching okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Stephanie.” Her name was a protest as he dropped his hand, she saw it in his eyes but she wasn’t about to give in. Even though all she wanted was his hands all over her.

This moment was all about him. He was a selfless lover, he always made sure to meet her needs and tonight, she was going to push her needs aside and give her all to him.

He deserved it.

“Justin,” she mimicked his tone, a little smile curving her lips. Grabbing another strawberry, she dragged it through the sweet cream and then held the fruit in front of his mouth.

He opened automatically, taking a big bite and again the light red juice coated his lips, along with a smidge of whipped cream. She allowed her gaze to wander and noticed that he’d taken off his shirt once more. She had all of that gleaming hard muscle to play with. To touch and stroke and cover in whipped cream.

Yum, yum, yum.

Dipping her finger into the cream, she held it to Justin’s mouth and he wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard, his tongue licking. Her belly fluttered, her nipples tightening against the straining fabric of her uniform. She wore no bra since she’d wanted to give Justin a little surprise.

“Tastes good,” he murmured when he finally released her finger and her pussy gave a little clench in response.

She loved his mouth, the way he kissed, the way he spoke. She could stare at it all day, watching it move when he talked, relishing the way he kissed her. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his, teasing him with her tongue, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip. He tasted like strawberries and sweet cream and something else, something she’d never been able to put her finger on yet noticed every time he kissed her.

He tasted like Justin. And that was her favorite taste of all.

His murmur of pleasure rippled through her, reminding her of her task at hand. Reluctantly withdrawing from him, she scooped up more cream and drew her finger along his chest, dotting him with little mountains of white.

A lazy half smile crossed his face as he stared down at his chest. “Nice. Trying to dirty me up?”

“I’m trying to sweeten you up.” She shifted, her face hovering above his chest and she breathed his delectable scent deep into her lungs, savoring it.

From the corner of her eye, she watched him watch her, his chest still, as if he were holding his breath. Maybe he was, which only made the anticipation that much more sweet, made her linger that much longer above him. And then finally, finally she dipped her head, her tongue laving the dollops of cream from his heated skin one after the other.

His eyes slid closed and he sighed, arching up the slightest bit. She smothered each of his hard nipples with cream and sucked first one, then the other into her mouth.

Justin reached for her and she ducked, shaking her head when he opened his eyes. “No touching remember? This is all about you.”

“Damn it, Stephanie,” he growled, his expression a mask of frustration.