Sensuality

“I promise there ain’t nothing boring in my cotton, sugar,” he whispered against my neck. His stubble tickled, but I didn’t move as he pressed a soft wet kiss under my ear. “You have the softest hair…the softest skin. Come back to Tennessee with me and make us both happy.”

I leaned back, reclining the length of the table, my skin so hyperaware of everything that I swear I could feel every scar and pit in that old table. “Take off my skirt.”

“You didn’t answer me.” He obliged, working the skirt over my hips and letting it fall somewhere below me.

I continued to ignore his insistence about Tennessee, because frankly, I didn’t take him seriously. Instead, I focused on what I wanted. I watched him through half-closed eyes as my hands skimmed across my rib cage and the flat plains of my stomach to between my thighs. “Touch me, lover.”

In response, he pushed his shorts off his hips and slowly ground his cotton-clad crotch against my naked pussy.

“You want me to fuck you?” he growled, my legs held firmly in his grasp.

I shook my head and smiled. “Not yet. I’d much rather you touch me…with your mouth. That sweet mouth. Yes?”

“You are enjoying watching me suffer way too much.” He frowned in obvious frustration and splayed his hands across my ribs.

“Be a good boy and I’ll give you hot cobbler with ice cream later.”

His frown turned into a grin and he chuckled as he propped my legs open wide. He nodded and planted a soft kiss in my belly button before trailing lower. On a happy sigh, I closed my eyes and bit my lip in anticipation and he didn’t disappoint. Chris’s tongue was good for more than eating fruit. My hips arched upward as he deftly teased my clit and licked every inch of me. I refused to wiggle or give in to the ever-increasing need to pull him in deeper, by his hair even, and come all over his face. Instead, I forced myself to breathe though the tension coiled tighter and tighter low in my belly until I almost couldn’t stand it.

“Stop…stop it, Chris!” I pushed at his shoulders and wiggled away.

He finally came up for air, planting another soft kiss on my belly. “What’s the matter?” he asked, frowning.

“There’s more of me that needs attention.” I lifted one leg and traced the length of his chest with my big toe, being sure to pay special attention to the one nipple I could reach.

Smiling, he grabbed my foot and nipped the fleshy part near my toe. “You are a demanding mistress.”

“I can be.” I sighed as he pressed a soft kiss to the arch, then my ankle.

“Maybe I won’t take you back to Tennessee with me.” He sank his teeth into the tender flesh behind my knee.

“Then you wouldn’t get any more peaches and cream.” I tugged my leg from his grasp and sat up, pulling his head down to mine. “And then what would you do?”

“Guess I’

d just have to come back to Texas for a regular fix.” He sealed my mouth with his own cool, firm lips and delved inside. He tasted like peaches and brandy and me. I pushed his jockeys down, pausing long enough to assess the size and girth of his cock, before I released it and landed a smack on his bottom.

“Mmm!” He scowled down at me, one of my wrists firmly clamped in his hand. “What the hell was that for?”

“You got in the peaches!”

“So!” His scowl morphed into an outrageously shameless grin.

“I should spank you. Or maybe something worse?” I reached down and cupped his sac, smiling as it twitched ever so slightly in my hand.

“How many licks do I get?” he asked, snickering.

“How many peaches did you sneak?” I gave his balls another squeeze, firm enough so that he knew I meant business, but not painful. Then I leaned over and gave the head of his cock a light lick. When I looked back up at him, he had his lower lip caught between his teeth, and I couldn’t resist giving him another swat on the ass.

“I ate three,” he said with a grunt, “and they were so good. Now do that some more.”

“What’s the magic word?” I could taste him and I wanted more.

“Please,” he whispered, nodding and tangling a hand in my hair.

I propped one foot in a chair for support and leaned over, drawing his cock into my mouth. My hands trailed down the length of his back and across his ass, landing another smack that echoed through the cozy kitchen. His breath hitched and he grunted, bucking in my mouth.

“You make me wanna come so bad,” Chris ground out in a shaky voice.