Rescue Me

“I’d start of by asking you what you’re wearing because I am an extremely visual person.”

“Uh huh,” I said, licking my lips.

“I’m a trained observer; I can’t help it.” He shrugged, taking his time to look me up and down.

“Do I get to participate in this as well?” If his eyes could roam, then mine would too, appreciating all of him.

“Of course. I’m naked unless you need the uniform to get you going.”

“It’s nice, but not needed. I’d start by running my hands over your back and flanks so I can get a feel for all those muscles you hide under the starched blue collar and black stripes. The uniform is a tease for what I can’t see, and your vest makes you seem bigger.”

“What about my Batman belt?”

“Ditch it unless you’re tying me up,” I replied demurely. He could do as he pleased as long as he made me feel this good under his gaze.

“Good to know, darling.” He cleared his throat, getting back into our verbal play. “I’d tell you how much I adore your soft skin and imagine tasting it.”

“What would I taste like?” My senses went to the tiramisu we just ate, and he must have been reading my mind.

“You’d taste like sweet cream and your nipples like chocolate chips dipped in liquor.”

I sighed. “I love chocolate.”

“I have a sweet tooth.” His mouth lowered, and the heat of his breath left tingles over my skin.

“Would you bite them or suck them? I feel like your personal cookie.” I watched Theo make a trail of lingering kisses down my sternum to circle back to my breasts. He gave each one equal attention, pinching one nipple gently while nibbling on the other. My breasts felt heavy, and the tips distended into hard points like Hershey kisses in the dark.

“Colbie,” Theo groaned and continued a trail over my body, leaving no part unchartered. His hands pushed mine up, and he used his height to continue downward, his nose rubbing against my hip and then centering over my mound.

Squirming in the bed, it was hard to hold back. “Theo, I want you.”

“I got you, darling.” He kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue and licking my clit from top to bottom before sucking the nub into his mouth. He used his whole face to get into it, leaving me dizzy, wet, and writhing.

“Wrap it up, Rumson.” I fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a condom, handing it to him.

He leaned up, pouting. “Can’t a guy savor his second dessert?”

“Not tonight and not if he wants breakfast in the morning,” I sassed.

He nodded and opened the condom, rolling it down his shaft smoothly. I parted my legs wider and invited him to shift upward, covering me. I liked the feel of his weight on top of me and angled my hips to take his first thrust.

“I love breakfast,” he said, pushing inside me slow enough to make my moan heard across the building. My hand slipped between us and circled my clit, making my center contract.

“Full spread?” I joked, and he chuckled, resting his head in my shoulder while attempting to hold back the laughs. Well, I was having none of that, delicious innuendos aside.

“Bacon.” He thrust, and I canted my hips upward to take him deeper, riding the wave of pleasure.

“Extra crispy,” I said as our skin slapped together like strips of meat cooking in its own popping juices. We would be well-done and beyond crispy after this.

“Colbie, baby, I’m gonna need carbs to keep this up.” His lower body pounded deeper. His hips pinched mine, and the brief smarts of pain felt so good.

Breathless, I suggested, “Pancakes or waffles?” I rolled and lifted my feet on the bed. He shifted and rested on his elbows, controlling the speed of our joined bodies.

His next sentence was punctuated with thrusts I met clawing at his shoulders. “Fucking. French. Toast.” He sucked my neck, leaving me with a trail of raspberry love bites that would be hard to cover up with my dispatching uniform, not that I wanted to. Let Monday come and our co-workers question our weekend romp. I dared them.

“Maple syrup?” I kissed below his ear, giving him a bite and licking the spot as he slowed for a brief moment, letting us both collect our next breath.

Theo shifted and said, “You bet your ass I want my toast slick and buttery.” He pumped faster, and I felt the gush of my arousal coating his thick dick inside me. We weren’t talking about food any longer, and my body tensed in ri