Page 64 of Runaway Bride's Guide to Love

The worried look on her face quickly disappears when I give her a reassuring kiss. “I know we’ve done this a few times now, but I do have a rule that I should probably tell you about.”

“And what is that?”

I lift the shirt over her head, leaving her topless for me on the island.

“When you’re with me, you don’t open a car door.”

I lean down and give a quick suck to one of her perky nipples. “You don’t ever pay.”

I switch over to the other, giving it a pop as I release it.

“You always come first. In every way.”

I lean in closer to her, my lips next to her ear as I hook my fingers into the shorts. “And you don’t ever rob me of the pleasure of taking off every last piece of your clothing. Understand?”

“Yes…”

With that one word, I strip the shorts off her, leaving her gloriously naked for me.

Sweet treat indeed.

I tilt her back slightly, looping my arms under her knees so I can put her in the perfect position. I lick my lips as I lower mymouth to her beautiful, and waiting, pussy. It’s wet and glistening and fucking mine.

“Oh!” Her gasp comes with an accompanying pull to my hair. But she’s not trying to pull me away. Oh no, she’s holding on for dear life.

Little does she know I’ve got her. I’ll always have her.

That thought should scare me. It should make me run, even though right now my tongue is licking the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. But it doesn’t. And I’m not going to think too hard into why. No, I’m going to enjoy this night. I’m going to enjoy her. I’m going to let my mouth suck at her clit. I’m going to let my fingers enter her and find new spots that send her hips bucking into my face. I’m going to flick my tongue until she screams and begs for me to stop.

And then I’m going to fuck her like only I can do. I’m going to make sure I stay with her as long as she’s going to stay with me.

“Emmett…”

I feel her pussy starting to pulse around me. She’s so close. I insert another finger and hook them just where I know she likes it as I give a few more flicks to her clit. The combination sends her into an orgasm that leaves her literally shaking and screaming.

“Fuck!”

“Soon,” I say as I bring her down. I rise up to her, making sure she watches me as I lick my fingers, making sure to get every drop of her pleasure. “So sweet.”

It’s at that moment I see the tub of ice cream I got out earlier. Stella doesn’t see what I’m doing as her eyes are closed, still recouping from the orgasms. I quickly grab a spoon from the drawer next to me and take off the lid, scooping up a bite.

“Open for me, Tiger.”

She first opens her eyes to see the waiting spoon with vanilla ice cream on it before slowly opening her mouth. I place the spoon on her tongue and watch as she takes the bite. I take it out,but quickly dive in for a kiss so I can feel the coldness in her mouth with mine.

“Another?”

She nods as I repeat the gesture, only this time our kiss lingers longer. When I reluctantly pull away I watch as she opens her mouth again. Only she doesn’t realize that’s not where I’m putting the next bite.

I take a scoop of the melting ice cream and carefully let it spill onto her breast. The moment the cold touches her peaked nipple, Stella’s eyes go wide and a tiny scream comes out. It’s quickly followed by a moan of pleasure as I dive in, licking every drop of it off her perfect tit.

“Holy shit…”

I smile as I do it again, this time on the other side, resulting in the same “yip” followed by the same sob of pleasure.

There are a lot of things I know I’d miss, or feel differently about, when I went back to Nashville. Ice cream was already going to be on that list. But now? I don’t know if I can ever eat it again without thinking about Stella, laid out for me, as I lick ice cream off her perfect body.

“Emmett…” Stella’s words grab hold of me before I can take another scoop. “I need you. Inside of me. Please.”

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