All the Sauce (IceCats 4)

“They have Gouda! I love Gouda!”

I want to grin at her cuteness, but if I don’t get between those legs, I might cry.

Sob, really.

I throw my phone and her ID in the chair and slowly take off my jacket. Her brows come together as I pull off my tie and throw it on top of my jacket. “What are you doing?”

“You,” I say simply, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off.

“Me?” she asks, her mouth dropping open.

“Oh yes. You.”

“Here?!” she squeaks.

“Oh, sugar, you’re lucky I even made it this far.”

I move toward her, undoing my pants to give my cock some room, and I can tell she doesn’t know what to do. Her eyes are so wide, they look as if they’ll fall out of her head, and her hand still holds a slice or three of cheese, but hell, I don’t care.

She can eat the cheese as I eat her.

I bend down on one knee, taking her ankle and untying her shoe. I throw it to the side, taking her other ankle as she asks, “What about the flight attendant?”

I shake my head, throwing her second shoe over with the first. “I paid her to stay out of here.”

“You did?”

“Fucking yes, I did. Angie, come on, I can’t handle you.”

Something moves in her eyes as I push her legs open and reach up her skirt for her barely there thong. She lifts her ass for me, and I pull it off and to the side before kissing her inner thigh. I take ahold of her hips, bringing her to the edge of the couch as I drop to both knees. Her breathing is so fast, and she’s in shock as I push her dress up her body. I think it finally registers what I’m doing, and she stops me with her cheese hand. “Owen—”

“Please,” I practically beg. “Enjoy your cheese that I picked out for you, and let me enjoy you.”

“Good God,” she mutters, her eyes crazy. “It’s not that. Just my stomach—”

“Angie, baby, please. In this moment—and really, all moments, but right now, this second—I want you to think of everything you are, not what you think you aren’t. Because, to me, you’re everything.” I run my thumbs along the insides of her thighs, lightly touching her center. “You are sexy, delectable, fucking gorgeous, and I may die if I don’t get my mouth on you at this very second.”

Her breathing stops as her eyes hold mine. I beg her with mine—to trust me and to believe me. Then, by the grace of God, she slowly lifts up her foot, setting her heel on the front of the couch before doing the same with the other. I’m practically drooling as I take her by her hips, pushing the fabric of her dress up and then bringing her center to the edge of the couch and toward my lips. I suck her whole into my mouth. Her whole pussy. Everything explodes inside me. I can feel the blood coursing through my veins and throbbing hard within me. I’m answered by the most incoherent sound from her, and I want more. So much more. I slip my tongue between her lips, basically French kissing her pussy as my fingers bite into her bare skin. I can feel the dips and stretch marks in her skin, and I want to lick them, taste them, but first, I want to hear her scream. I find her bundle of nerves between her wanton lips, curving my tongue around it, and lap at her as she starts to rock against my mouth. My name falls from her lips in a way that makes my toes curl in my shoes. I slide my hands along her hips to her thighs before moving them between her legs to open her wider for me. Her pussy is bare, pink and shiny, and I can’t get enough. I hold her lips open and flick my tongue against her clit as she gasps and squirms beneath my mouth. I move my thumb into her entrance, filling her as I continue to demolish her clit with my tongue.

She comes then, hard, her thighs shaking as she cries out my name, squeezing one of my wrists with one hand and the cheese all to hell in the other hand. I swirl my tongue along her lips, lapping at her release as she gasps for breath. When I have my fill and can no longer wait to be inside her, I sit back and grab a napkin off the table. I watch as she wheezes for breath, and I can practically see her pussy throb. I wipe my hands, drinking her in before reaching for my wallet and getting out a condom. I stand, dropping my pants and sheathing myself as she watches me. She stands up, throwing aside what’s left of the cheese and pushing me down onto the couch.