Hannah sat back and looked at him.
“Don’t you like what I’m doing?” she asked.
“Baby, I love it. But I want a turn. Not very fair that I don’t get to eat you,” he said with a wink. Her eyes went heavy, and he knew she was interested in what he had to offer.
He peeled her tank top off, then had her stand up. He tugged her pants down, kissing her hips and down her thighs as he went. Her hands tunneled in his hair, and he loved the feeling of her holding on to him.
He slowly shifted to have her sit on the couch, so he was now the one kneeling in front of her. Gripping the backs of her knees, he slid her down just a little and spread her legs.
“If I had known dining in would be this fun, I would have never left my house,” Grant said, staring down at his beautiful wife. He forced himself to take his time and not fall on her, ravaging her like a damn animal.
He reached for the ice cream and spread it on her nipple with a finger. She gasped, and the pebbled peak budded harder. He sucked her hard. Cleaning the vanilla off her and laving at her skin.
“That feels amazing,” she breathed. And Grant understood, having had the cold and hot sensations from her just a moment ago.
Starting at her small waist, he rubbed down her body, his thumbs skimming over her hips, massaging gently as he went. She arched into him, her eyes fluttering closed as if she were relaxed and loving his touch. He sure as hell hoped so, because the woman had him spinning and ready to beg.
Kissing her belly button, he reached behind him and grabbed the whipped cream and shook it.
“Hold still,” he said and placed the edge of the nozzle near her clit. He sprayed a large helping of cream, and she giggled and squirmed. Her entire center was covered, and he placed the can back on the coffee table and took out a strawberry.
“You still hungry?” he asked. “Because I’m starving.”
He swiped the strawberry in the cream between her legs and took a bite.
“You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” he said, going in for another sample.
She moved her hips out, as if wanting more. Grant knew she loved it when he went deep. Loved it when he was hard and rough. But she’d teased him, so fair was fair.
He licked at some of the cream between her legs, purposefully glossing over her most sensitive spot, and watched her squirm and beg for more.
“Please, you’re right there . . . ,” she breathed, her eyes closing and her lithe body trying to tempt him to take her further.
“Right where?” he asked. “Right here . . . ?” He gave a hard lick to her clit, the cream melting around her.
“Yes!” she said.
With a grin, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside her. The taste of cream and her pleasure hit his mouth, and he was desperate for more.
He thrust in and out. Drinking her down and loving the flavor.
“Please, please, Grant.” Her hands gripped his hair. “Please, I need more. Take me hard. Please.”
He couldn’t deny her pleas. And he couldn’t deny his need for her, either. He rose up on his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling her spread legs open and toward him, impaling her on his cock in one yank.
“Oh God! Yes,” she screamed.
Grant groaned at her hot sheath surrounding him. He pumped in and out of her. The cream sliding around them only spurred him on.
She pushed his chest, causing him to fall back on the carpet. She followed him down, still fastened to him, and started riding him.
“Jesus, baby, you’re the best,” he groaned. He gripped her hips and worked her up and down on his cock. Her hands dug into his chest while she moved on him. Her breasts bounced, and Grant leaned up enough to snag a nipple in his mouth and give a quick suck. Then a little bite to the other.
She gasped his name and rode him harder. Faster. Taking him deep, then moving her hips back and forth. He could feel himself hitting that spot inside she loved so much. He watched her eyes squeeze shut as she threw her hips back and forth, seeking her own pleasure. Using him to find it.
It was the most incredible sight Grant had ever seen.
He loved having his control. Taking charge. But lying th