I lift the chrome dome off of her dinner plates, revealing her meal.
Her eyes go wide. “Is this Le gigot d’adneau?”
“It is. I remembered how much you liked it.”
“You had them make it special for tonight?”
“I did.”
Her brow furrows. “But you don’t like lamb.”
I grab the arms of her chair and lean forward, putting my mouth an inch away from her lips. “I’m eating something different.”
Uncrossing her legs, I push her knees apart as I drop in front of her, sliding my hands around her ass and pulling her to the edge of the chair.
She gasps before she smiles, tilting her pelvis and offering herself up to me. And that’s what I fell in love with all those months ago in Toledo. She’s not shy or afraid to take what she wants—at least not behind closed doors. If she’d only apply that to me outside of the bedroom. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Grinning, I run my hands up her thighs, my mouth watering for a taste of her. “Fucking starving.”
Sariah has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on, and it only takes one swipe of my tongue to remind me of that. One swipe, and I’m done. I shove my face in between her thighs, lapping at her slit and sucking her lips in between my teeth. She spreads her legs wide, throwing one knee over the chair’s arm, putting her pretty pink pussy on full display to be admired and tended to. I plunge my tongue deep inside her hole, fucking her in short, shallow strokes. She threads her fingers into my hair, holding my mouth against her, writhing her hips, and riding my face as her climax builds.
“Give me your cream, Sariah. I want it sliding down my throat.”
“Oh fuck. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
I slip two fingers inside and draw her clit against my teeth, tonguing and sucking until she’s panting and chanting my name. “Tate, fuck yes. Yes. Tate. Oh God, yes.”
She squirts her arousal into my hand and coats my fingers when she comes. I lap up the honeysuckle liquid, my cock hard and heavy against my thigh. I can’t wait to get inside her again, but this time I want to kiss her, make love to her—as well as fuck her. She likes it hard and soft and every way in between, and I plan to give that to her nonstop for the next twelve hours, or until she’s too exhausted to fight me.
“Oh Tate, I forgot how magical your mouth is.”
I glance up from between her thighs and flash her a wicked smile, and then I clamp my teeth down on her thigh, marking her once again, claiming her, making sure everyone knows she’s mine.
“Owww!” she cries, pushing my head away. “If you keep doing that, I’m never going to be able to go out in public again without everyone thinking hot, heavy, and kinky shit.”
I kiss her knee and push to my feet, my smile widening. “Maybe that’s the point.”
“You are such an ass.”
“Am I?”
She sucks in her breath and stares at me, saying nothing. I can feel her thinking, weighing, and judging me—except I’m unsure which verdict she’s going to render. Finally, she shrugs and releases that breath. “No. You’re not.”
I sit down at the seat across from her and motion to her plate. “You should eat while you have a chance. Once I get you in bed, I don’t plan to let you up.”
She rolls her eyes and adjusts her dress, scooting back into her seat. Grabbing her wineglass, she takes a sip and then cuts a bite of her lukewarm lamb. “Like I can eat after what you just did to me.”
“Well, sugar, you have ten minutes, and then I’m tying you to my bed.”