His tongue flashed out to lick a sultry path down the side of my throat, and I practically melted back into his embrace.
“Now, come inside. Got a hunger only the taste of you will satisfy,” he whispered in my ear before sinking his teeth firmly into my neck.
I moaned, tipping my head instantly to give him better access even though we were in full view of the embracing lovers and Eugene.
“Gonna invite me in for a spot’a tea?” Eugene bellowed from down the drive, laughter rich in his rough voice.
“Only thing I’m drinkin’ down is my woman,” King called back even as he moved us backward into the house. “Fuck off and find your own refreshment.”
He closed the door on their laughter. I opened my mouth to protest his brazenness even though I was used to it, but his mouth stole the words on my tongue as he sealed it with a searing kiss.
When he pulled back, it was with that smug, lazy half smile tucked into his left cheek. My lips tingled and my nipples ached as I pushed my breasts into his chest in a physical entreaty for more.
“You wanted to say something?” he asked as he swiped his thumb over my kiss-swollen lower lip and dipped the pad over my tongue. He tasted of apples and the salt of man.
I tried to kiss him again, eager for the taste of his mouth in mine, but his hand at my throat, squeezing just enough to be felt, stopped me.
“No, babe, wanna hear you ask for what you want from me,” he demanded huskily.
I strained against that hand, loving the way it arrowed heat straight down my throat to pool in my gut like a shot of whiskey.
“You,” I gasped as his grip tensed tighter and his other hand flattened on my lower back to push me into his groin where I could feel his hard cock throb against my hip. “I want you, always.”
“Yeah,” he agreed gruffly, dipping down to lick my lower lip, then tug it between his teeth. “My woman is always greedy for me.”
And God, I was. I’d spent half my mature life thinking I’d been some deviant woman, some unenviable slut for craving sex the way I always had. My ex-husband had degraded me for those desires, condensing to make love to me only when he hoped it would produce a baby.
But not King. He took pleasure in my body the way a painter does his art, every curve and dip of my surface a delight to revel in, every movement of my form a different temptation to chase after. He made me feel ripe and wanton with the way he gorged on me. I loved his mouth on my sex, his fingers playing on my skin, and his lips sealed over mine as he drank long and deeply from the well of my mouth.
Sex with King was nothing short of sumptuous. And as he backed me farther into the kitchen, lifting me onto the counter beside the stove, I tangled my fingers in his hair, eager to discover more ways he could teach me his lessons in corruption.
I watched his big hands made quick work of my button and fly, then tugged off my jeans and panties, loving the way his King of Hearts tattoo peeked at me from the side of his middle finger. I had the matching one, with a Queen, on the inside of mine, and I loved the reminder of me he wore on his skin.
“Gonna feast, babe,” King said as he tugged my hips sharply to the edge of the counter. “Brace your feet against the edge and open that beautiful pussy for me.”
I blushed because his filthy mouth never failed to smoke under my skin. Cool air wafted over my exposed sex as I brace my hands behind me and tucked up my feet, but I didn’t feel insecure because King was between my thighs, his thumb rubbing over my bare public bone as if I was a work of priceless art.
“Fuck me, but I get so hard just lookin’ at this pretty pussy.” His thumb dipped down the edge of my lips, then swirled at my entrance, playing in the wetness that pooled there. “Love feeling you get wet for me, all swollen and aching for my cock. Is that what you want, babe?”
I groaned, trying to jerk my hips up to get more of his thumb inside me. “Yes, King, please, stop teasing me.”
“Stop?” He laughed, eyes sparkling like glass in sunlight. “Babe, I’m just gettin’ started.”
I moaned, this time in protest as he moved away just long enough to pull the bowl of cooled caramel into reach. His grin was wicked as he dipped a finger in the sugar and twirled some around his thumb before offering it to me. I sucked hard, then lapped my tongue around the tip in a way that made his eyes go black with want.