Stolen by You (Fated To Love You)

I yank her jeans off harder than I mean to, but she doesn’t complain. Then, I part her perfect, silky legs and lean in. My dick is now so hard in anticipation that it could shred through my pants, and I have goosebumps all over my bare chest. I desperately want to drag her up against me until we’re skin to skin, locked together, warmth on warmth, and muscle on muscle. I kiss my way up her knee instead, since dragging her off the island, ripping her shirt off, and rubbing her all over me while I rub all over her like a horny cat would probably send some pretty wild messages. I continue trailing kisses over her thighs. I watch her skin turn bright pink where my stubble chafes her, and I watch her open her legs for me as she falls back against the island with a throaty sigh.

I nip her inner thigh, and she gasps. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “This is better than passing out and waking up in a land of magical mermaids and cats riding llamas.”

“Definitely better,” I agree. “Although would the llamas have little cat saddles for them to ride in?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Hmm, that’s a tough act to follow.”

“Is it better than waking up in a land full of cotton candy clouds and houses made of cotton candy, where the whole world is also made of cotton candy?”

“I suppose I’d get tired of that after a while.” I part her legs further and inhale the spicy, delicious scent of her. When I bend my head, I scrape my tongue over her from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She moans, and her back arches off the white quartz. “But I would never get tired of this.”

“You’re just saying that,” she pants. Her hands grip my hair and tug me into her hard as she arches up and looks at me. Her eyes get a starved expression when I look back up at her, and she sees the naked hunger on my face. “Oh god. You’re not just saying that.”

I breathe out softly over her clit before circling it with my tongue. “Nope.” I look up at her again while I run my finger over her. Then, I lower my head and suckle the droplets of moisture off after, making sure Lindy watches every bit of it.

“Cheese and crackers,” she whimpers.

“Only the best cheese and crackers. And maybe some wine. Olives too?”

“Yes! I love olives,” she replies impatiently as she shoves my head back down.

I taste her from her opening back up to her clit again, loving the way her hips buck off the counter and her nails curl into my hair and rake along my scalp. With all of me, I crave the hot and breathless whimpers that escape her lips. I use my hands to part her legs just a little bit more to fully open her up to me so I can get between them and worship her without pause. With her legs fully parted, I can finally reach every part of her with my tongue, taste every inch of her, and stroke her with my fingers. Letting out a satisfied moan, I continue to graze her sensitive flesh and the hard bud of her clit with the pad of my thumb while I coat my tongue with the heady taste of her and swallow her down my throat.

I lick her hard, darting my tongue into her tight entrance, which is something close to heaven and so, so much better than any cotton candy ever invented. She’s sweeter, headier, and far more intoxicating than any sugary treat on the planet. Every pass of my tongue against her is like heaven for me, and Lindy is getting wild. Her hips come off the counter as she rides into my face, and she throws her head back, her breath coming hard in little pants, which makes me think it’s good for her too. Well, I sincerely hope it’s good. I suckle her clit into my mouth, and she moans my name in such a sexy way that I nearly explode in my pants.

“Kiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaannnn.”

I lick her again, swirling, darting, and ducking my tongue into her entrance before following it up with my fingers, and my god, she is a thousand times better than that cake—than any cake. And much better than any cotton candy or anything I’ve ever tasted. I keep going, hoping I’m making her feel as good as she makes me feel just by existing. I hope I’m hitting pleasure spots, rocking her world, and doing a good job, and I really hope I know what I’m doing because it’s been a while as I’ve been very busy with my company. Maybe I’m a little bit rusty, but still, I hope this is good for her.