Page 91 of Score on You

Her gaze heats. “I’m all yours.”

“Did I mention you look edible?” I rest on my heels to appreciate the full scope.

“You said incredible.”

“That too. But now I’m going to feast on you. Consider it my way of apologizing for acting like a brute.”

Her faithful blush makes an appearance. “It doesn’t bother me. Does that make me just as… naughty?”

“Fuck yeah,” I groan. “You wanna be my bad girl?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You shouldn’t admit that to me.”

Callie wiggles on the stool. “Why not?”

“It’ll make me even more irrational.” Not to mention hard, but this isn’t about me.

“Give me your worst, boyfriend.”

“Seductress,” I rasp while shuffling forward on my knees. My hat gets flipped backward in the process. “Remember you asked for it.”

I bunch the bottom half of her dress around her hips. She shivers as I expose her modesty but doesn’t protest. Not yet, at least. My thumbs hook underneath her panties. I remove the barrier in a practiced motion, and pocket the lace like the trophy it is.

“Lean back, sweetness. Brace yourself on the edge of the rail. Get comfortable.”

She gets situated as requested, angling herself into an optimal position. “There.”

“Perfect.” I hook her legs over my arms.

“Can people see?” Her focus is pinned on the front windows that offer us an unobstructed view of Main Street.

“Nah, it’s tinted. I’d never put you on display for others.”

Callie stares at me hovering just above her splayed core. “This is very… intimate.”

“Which is why I’ve saved this act strictly for you. My future wife.”

Confusion pinches her expression. “You’ve never done this before?”

“Nope. It felt too personal in the past. Whatever happened before you is a muted blur that lacked substance in every shape and form. I never had the desire for more, until the day I saw you.” I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. “You’ll be the only woman I eat from.”

She trembles in my grip. “Oh, my.”

“Just relax for me,” I exhale across her sensitive flesh. The glistening sheen reveals she’s turned on. Salvia pools on my tongue, desperate for a taste. “Maybe find something sturdy to hold.”

That’s the final warning I provide before burying my face in her essence. The tangy punch of her arousal consumes my senses. I’m instantly drunk, my thoughts spinning on how to drench myself in her. My shoulders stoop to spread her wider and grant me unrestricted access.

After flattening my tongue, I swipe through her center from ass to clit. The latter is where I land and home in on. That bump of nerves is my Everest. I’ll conquer the climb and challenge her to another. My lips seal around the designated target, sucking deep.

“Holy shit,” Callie wheezes.

She arches against the onslaught. Her palms fumble to get a grip on me, quickly swatting my hat to the ground. Then she grabs fistfuls of my hair and uses that hold as an anchor.

I rumble around a mouthful of her. Tart honey slicks my lips like a healing balm I didn’t know I needed. My suction increases while simultaneously flicking her clit. She bucks into me, spewing praises that are mostly unintelligible.

Control is a slippery slope and I’m sliding down. Callie seems to be fighting a similar battle. Her hips rock at a feverish pace, urging me faster. I drape her right leg over the neighboring seat, using the shift in position to bring my hand into the mix.

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