Tempt Me

“I’m glad.”

They sat side by side, turning their sticks and roasting their marshmallows.

“So how do you like yours?” she asked. “I prefer them just a little toasty.” She pulled hers out earlier than he did and made the s’mores sandwich.

“I like them well done.”

“Eew.” She bit into her treat and moaned, the sound going straight to his cock. “I love the gooey center.” The marshmallow was messy, getting on her cheeks and her lips. Laughing, she licked at her fingers.

He wanted in on that taste. He glanced at his marshmallow, took it out of the flame, and laid it on a plate on the tray she’d brought in.

“C’mere,” he said in a gruff voice.

Her laughter died down and she inched her way over to him on her knees. He grabbed her wrist and held it up, straightening her fingers, then sliding the one with the marshmallow goo into his mouth.

He licked, sucked, then grazed her finger, pulling the sticky substance off her skin and into his mouth. “Mmm. I think I want more.”

“Go ahead,” she said in a husky voice.

He cupped the back of her neck in his hand and pulled her close, gliding his lips over her sticky ones, nibbling on the flesh with his teeth. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging through his sweater. He devoured her, tasting the combined sweetness of the marshmallow and Mia combined.

Between the heated need swamping her and the warmth from the fireplace, he was beginning to sweat. He broke the kiss. Reaching down, he pulled his sweater off and tossed it aside.

Taking a cue from him, she did the same, leaving her in a sexy bra he had a hunch she’d chosen because they were coming here to be alone. And he appreciated the effort.

He cupped both breasts in his hands and groaned at the feel of their delicious weight in his hands. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs, toying with the distended peaks until she moaned, arching into his touch.

She slid her fingers to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button and gliding the zipper down and over the swell of his cock. Any thoughts he had of remaining in control fled at her touch and he let her have her way. Lord knew he’d dreamed of this moment many fucking times over the last few months.

He helped her remove his jeans and kicked them aside, his boxer briefs along with them, leaving his aching cock straining and waiting for her to take charge. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her smaller hand around his shaft.

“Stand up,” she said.

He had no problem doing as she instructed. Kneeling, she edged closer, pumped her hand down his cock once, twice, before wrapping her lips over him.

He groaned, sliding his fingers into her hair. He massaged her scalp, promising himself he’d hold on and not fuck her mouth the way he desperately wanted to. This was her show and he intended to let her run it, no matter how much his body demanded otherwise.

She licked over the head, dipping her tongue along the slit and then around the rim. He shuddered and gripped her hair tighter, tugging and silently asking her to move. She picked up a rhythm that had him rocking his hips in time to the laps of her tongue as she pulled him deeper into her mouth.

One hand on his thigh, she moved the other to cup his balls and he nearly came right then. Instead he managed to breathe through the desire to come and let her continue to give him the best damned blow job he’d ever had. Not because of technique but because she put her mind to the task and was wholly focused on him.

Attuned to his moans and thrust of his hips, she kept her licks and the glide, pull, and suck of her lips in time with his need. His body was hers to command and she did, pumping her hand up and down his shaft as his cock glided along her tongue to the back of her throat.

His balls drew up tight, his head swirled, lost to her ministrations and talented tongue. And then she swallowed around him, and it set off an intense climax the likes of which he’d never felt before. She continued to suck and milk him, swallowing all he gave her, not stopping until he’d finished.

She sat back, a satisfied smile on her lips, and he grinned, easing down beside her.

“Looking pretty pleased with yourself.”

She laughed. “I got the result I wanted.”

“Now it’s my turn to get the result I want.” He grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, undressing her as quickly as she’d done to him.

Her jeans landed on top of his and he took in her naked body, the sight of her bringing his cock back to life. She amazed him with her ability to arouse him again so quickly.

With her naked body his to play with, he picked her up and carried her in front of the fire, laying her down on the fuzzy rug there. He stretched out beside her, gazing into her eyes, which were hazy with desire and studying him intently.