Page 10 of Good Taste
I press my lips against hers again and wrap my arm around her back, then lift her off of her feet. Taylor lets out a little yelp, but finds my mouth again as I carry her back toward the dining room. Aside from a few turned over chairs, it’s safe. I kick the swinging door open and rush through before it hits us.
“Dangerous man.” She teases, sliding out of my arms.
“You have no idea.”
My fingers find the clasp of her bra. She slides the straps over her shoulders, revealing her large, full breasts. “Dear God, you’re gorgeous.” I plants a trail of kisses up and down her breasts. Her nipples stiffen into diamond-hard peaks beneath my tongue. “Perfect.”
Taylor fists the back of my hair as I kiss a trail down her stomach, fingers fumbling to unbutton her jeans. She helps me slide them over her hips, taking her panties off with them. She kicks them both to the side, standing naked before me, her pussy glistening wet and ready.
She pulls my shirt over my head and takes my face in her hands. “I hope you’re hungry.” She throws her leg over my shoulder, and presses her wet center against my face. I lap her up like she’s my last meal, tracing perfect circles around her engorged clit.
I slide one finger deep inside of her, and she lets out a soft moan. She’s so tight around my fingers. “You taste so fucking good.” I suck her tiny bundle of nerves between my lips, her hips thrusting against my face.
I insert a second finger and twist my wrist. Her sharp intake of air indicates I’ve found her spot. She looks down at me, long hair curtaining over her gorgeous breasts which bounce as my fingers explore every inch of her insides.
“There.” She moans. “Oh God.” She swallows, her head flying backward. “I’m going to come.”
I suck her clit until her pussy quakes against my lips and she comes so hard I have to grip her ass just to stay latched as she climaxes all over my face. I wear her juices like a badge of honor—knowing this is the only woman I want to make come for the rest of my life.
I kiss her inner thighs, loving every inch of her curvy body. Taylor’s both sturdy and soft, and it’s such a turn on. She lowers her leg from my shoulder and I kiss my way up her stomach, pastthe valley between her breasts, until she presses her lips against mine. “Is it weird I like the way I taste on your tongue?”
“No. Because I love the way you taste.” I kiss her again, harder. I’m about to burst out of my jeans by the time her delicate fingers find their way to my zipper. We get them off as quickly as possible. I can’t waste another minute not being buried deep inside of her.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my boxer-briefs, then slides them over my hips. My length springs to life, tip already glistening with pre-come. “Oh my God.” her eyes widen. A wave of self consciousness washes over me.
“What?”
“No.” She steps toward me, taking me in her hands and giving me a gentle stroke. “It’s not a bad thing, Nick.” Her breath tickles my neck. I try not to come in her hands. “Your cock is huge.” She strokes me harder, gentling fondling my tip. “I don’t know why I expected anything less.”
I’m speechless. This woman has magic hands. In this moment, her every wish is my command. Hell, I’d give her this restaurant if she asked right now.
“Easy.” I break the spell, placing my hand over hers. “I can’t come like this.” Her face drops. “No, baby.” I take her face in mine and press a kiss to her forehead. “The problem is Icancome like this. I just don’t want to.”
“How do you want to come?”
My tip sticks to her stomach when I pull away. “Don’t move.”
With my heart in my chest, I tiptoe through the kitchen and snatch the chocolate syrup off the counter. Taylor’s eyes light up when I return.
“So you do have a sweet tooth.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature. Women with curves are God’s gift to men. I can’t get enough of her.
“Yeah. A man can change his mind, right?”
“Always,” she says, running her hands along my chest.
“Get on the table, Taylor. I’m ready for dessert.”
Chapter Nine
Taylor
I’ve donesome kinky things in my time, but this is a first. I’ve never had a man bring food into the bedroom. Then again, I’ve never slept with a chef before.
I do as Nick tells me to, laying back on the table. He stands above me, his rock hard cock at full attention. He holds the bottle over me and drizzles the chocolate on one of my breasts. I flinch sightly. It’s surprisingly cold, but not for long.
Nick rolls his tongue against my quivering tip. Then he brings his mouth to mine, coating my tongue with the essence of chocolate. I’m more turned on by it than I imagine. My hips grind the air, wanting more of him. Needing him to fill me up and make me come again.
He’s delicate with the process. Dripping beads of the sweet liquid between my legs and licking it up with a precision that demands recognition. He puts the chocolate aside and pleasures me to completion. Not once, but twice more.
