I gave him a sexy smile as I reached over and scooped some frosting off the cake, then I gently rubbed it over his lips. "Who says we can't have both at the same time?"
His eyes flashed with that wild heat I loved to see in them. He sucked my finger into his mouth, his tongue licking over my finger, making my whole body go hot with need.
Like always, we undressed in record time. But instead of heading to the main event where he was over me, sliding into me, he straddled my thighs. “I think I’m going to like you covered in dessert.”
My hips rose in instinct. He looked over the choices of dessert on the table. He scooped up the whipped cream on the pie and topped my nipples with a dollop. The cool cream on my sensitive nipples made my gasp and writhe with need.
He lay over me, cupping my breasts in each hand, pushing them together. His gaze looked up at me. “So fucking delicious.” Then he lapped his tongue over one nipple as he rubbed the cream into the other with his fingers.
“Oh God Hunter,” I moaned at the onslaught of sensation.
“Mmm…” he murmured against my breasts, and the vibration radiated down to my pussy.
I ran my fingers through his hair holding him to me as he sucked and licked and drove me wild.
He rose up, reaching over to the table again. This time, he had frosting that he slid down over my belly and through my pussy lips.
He looked at me again. “I might come just from eating you.”
“You better not. I want a turn too.”
He groaned, and then lowered over me, dragging his tongue over the trail of frosting. He settled his shoulders between my legs and began to feast on my pussy. Instantly I was rocking and writhing.
“Make me come…” I chanted as the pleasure teetered on torture.
He sucked my clit hard, and I was off like a rocket. I screamed out his name and gripped his scalp to hold him to me as I fucked his face.
He slowly brought me down, then slid back up my body. “I love it when you come.” He kissed me, hard and at the same time, there was something else to it. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.
When I finally had my bearings back, I pushed him over and straddled his thighs. His dick was long and hard, looking up at me like an offering. “My turn for dessert.”
“He won’t last long.” Hunter’s hands slid up and down my thighs.
I studied my dessert choices and decided on the strawberry pie. I pulled off the top crust and coated my fingers in the gooey pie filling.
“Fuck…” he groaned as he watched.
With my fingers dripping in pie, I ran one finger up the length of him, loving how he barked out explicative and his hips bucked up. Precum pearled on the tip of his dick.
I wrapped both hands around his length and slowly stroked. His hips rose and fell at my movements.
“Fuck that’s…shit…I’m going to cum.” His head arched back. His face was contorted into that mixture of pleasure and pain. “Suck me, Natalie…fucking suck me off.”
I smiled, loving the power I had over this man. I wouldn’t pretend that I knew and understood what was inside him as he kept himself so closed off. At the same time, I liked to believe that in moments like this, I saw more of him than anyone.
I bent over, and flicked my tongue over his tip, a mixture of strawberry and Hunter filling my mouth. Desire to taste all of him filled me. Any thought to dragging this moment on left me, and instead, I took him deep into my mouth.
“Yes…fuck yes…” His fingers gripped my head and his hips pumped up and down as I fucked him with my mouth.
I slid my fingers over his balls, gently massaging them.
“I’m coming…I’m coming…” He chanted, and this his hips shot up, and warmth filled my mouth. I stroked his dick with my hand as my mouth continued to suck him as he came.
When he was done, I sat up looking down on him.
It took a moment, but then his eyes fluttered open. He arched a brow. “You’re looking pretty smug up there.”
“I’m feeling smug.” I ran my hands over his chest and lay over him.