I Only Have Pies for You (Pumpkin Spice Life 1)

ed peaks. “I need to taste you.” Cupping her breasts, he tasted one and then the other, feasting on her supple flesh. The scent of her arousal reached him, and he inhaled deeply.

“If I touch you right now, how wet will you be?” he purred.

She spread her legs. “Why don’t you find out?”

He kept his gaze locked with hers as he slipped his hand into her shorts, beneath her underwear. Her hot nectar coated his fingers. Moaning, he gathered the slickness and circled her swollen clit.

“So wet.” Closing her thighs around his hand, she swiveled her hips. “That’s it, sugar. Let me make you feel good.” A fresh gush of wetness accompanied his words. “You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?” Teasing her entrance, he pushed the tip of his finger inside of her core. Her walls clutched at him greedily.

“More,” she demanded.

“Are you going to take my fingers deep?” He eased farther inside of her tight sheath. “Whatever sugar wants, sugar gets.” Tilting his finger, he started a slow rhythm her hips quickly caught on to. He added a second finger and curved his digits, issuing a come-hither gesture that wrung a strangled cry from her lips. “That’s my good girl. I want to feel you come all over me.” The wet squish and her throaty cries were music to his ears. Her muscles fluttered around his fingers, and he increased the speed.

“So close.”

“Give it to me,” he crooned. Face flushed, eyes at half-mast and hips pumping wildly she came apart. He continued to stroke her, drawing out the shuddering release. Slumping back against the cabinets, she panted as he removed his fingers and brought them to his lips. She had a rich salty-sweet flavoring. Sea salt caramel. “You’re delicious. Want to taste?”

Sweeping his tongue into her mouth, he shared her essence. She hummed, sliding her tongue along his own before they parted to take in oxygen. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him.

“I think it’s time I return the favor. Don’t you?”

“Tonight was for you.”

“Then you won’t deprive me of the one thing I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks. My lips wrapped around you while you lose that careful control you always have over yourself.” The images she invoked made his tip leak. “You did say whatever I want.”

Easing from the counter, she sank onto her knees in front of him, a goddess with swollen lips and wicked intentions visible in her dark brown eyes. Her slender fingers made quick work of his pants. She released him from his boxers, and he sprang forward, swollen and dripping pearly liquid. Gathering the beads from his slit with the tip of his tongue, she had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. She wrapped her hand around his base and stroked him, steadily twisting her wrist as she took him into the wet cavern of her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she made good on her promise to test his control.

Burying his fingers into her thick, coarse hair, he thrust slowly. She sucked harder, and he bucked. Gagging, she opened her throat. He grit his teeth when he felt his tentative hold began to slip. Humming, she brought out the beast he’d tried to keep in a cage. Thrusting fast, he felt his spine tighten.

“Sugar, I’m close.”

She hummed louder, and he grunted. Over sensitized, he trembled when he exploded. Watching him with smoldering eyes, she took everything he had to offer. She stuck out her tongue, showing him her prize before swallowing it down.

Panting, he stroked her cheek, catching his breath before he helped her stand and pulled her close. Kissing her lips gently, he marveled at the woman he called his.

She nuzzled his neck and hummed. “Stay?”

“Absolutely. I have to leave early, though. I’m pulling double duty with my mom and a special project I’m working on.”

She nodded her agreement. Retreating to her bedroom, he stripped down to his boxers and joined her in the king-sized bed.

“What project are you working on?”

He loved her enthusiasm for his work. “I’m making a crib. My best friends from high school—”

“Charlie and Trisha?”

“Yeah.” Knowing she truly listened to him made his heart swell. “They’re expecting again. It’s been a rough road to baby number two, and I want to make it extra special.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“It’s going to be my god-child, so I have to go the extra mile. Plus, it helps take the edge off from dealing with my mother.”

“Wait. I thought you said she was doing better.”

“She is. She’s just roped me into going after the role of Pumpkin King.”

“What in the name of Jack Skeleton are you talking about?”