Page 13 of Say Yes to the Chef

My cock is a heavy weight between us, pressing against her back. I reposition my hand so that my thumb can caress her clit while I massage her inner walls with stroke after stroke of my fingers. She leans back against me, reaching up with both arms to hold onto my neck. My mouth waters at the sight of her in the mirror, all stretched out and on display for me, the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

Tiny freckles are sprinkled across her chest, dipping down over each breast. I want to trace them with my tongue, spend hours connecting the dots. There’s a hint of a scar across her abdomen, a faint line that sits horizontally above her mound. I want to trace that with my tongue as well.

She moans and rocks against my hand, taking as much as receiving, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I had no preconceptions, no delusions as I came here tonight. Obviously, Ihopedwe’d have sex, but this… this is something so much better. She doesn’t hesitate to show herself to me, and doesn't hide. She moves her hips faster, grinding against my hand. Wetness drips down into my palm.

I can’t take it.

I pull free of her slowly, smiling as she whines, then I hold her gaze in the mirrored closet door as I bring my fingers to my mouth and drag the sweet tang of her arousal across my tongue.

Adrienne shakes with a tremor of lust, then I move from behind her and quickly kneel before her, positioning myself between her luscious thighs.

She leans back, propping herself up on her elbows, and I push her legs open even wider, then disappear between them. The first swipe of my tongue through her folds sends a rush of blood to my already engorged cock.

She shudders, and I smile against her skin.

Driving my tongue into her hole in firm thrusts, pride fills me when she presses against my face, silently demanding more. I drag my tongue upwards to circle her clit and lift my gaze in time to watch her lips part on a wordlessoh.

I tease her with slow strokes of my tongue, circle her clit, suck it between my lips, then I bring my fingers back to her center and dip them inside.

Adrienne presses against my face, hungry, begging for release. She tastes too damn good, sounds too fucking sexy as she breathes heavily, little moans of pleasure escaping from her mouth.

She starts to clamp down on my fingers. Her thighs shake, then she falls back to the bed and props her feet up, grabbing her ankles as she lifts her hips to meet my face, claiming the orgasm I’m so close to giving her.

I lap at her hungrily, coaxing her to the edge with my tongue and my fingers working in tandem to bring her to the finish line.

She cries out. Her hands fist in the bedding.

Her thighs tighten around my head, locking me in place as she shakes against my tongue. Her pussy flexes around my fingers, locking them inside her until she’s had all she can take. I match the power of her orgasm with the caress of my tongue, slowing to soft licks when she’s crested and easing her back down to earth with patient strokes.

She relaxes, her legs falling open. Her fingers unfurl from the bedding. I slowly guide my fingers from her body and climb onto the bed, trailing my hand up her leg to her side as I go.

Propping my head on my hand, I settle in beside her, staring down at the look of pleasure on her face. So relaxed, soft. She smiles lazily, then turns her face toward mine without opening her eyes. “Thank you.”

I grin and trail my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’d like to kiss you now.”

She licks her lips and nods without opening her eyes. Satisfaction fills my chest. I’ve never seen someone so relaxed, so sated. I did that to her. For her.

Leaning forward, I bring my mouth to hers, softly at first, just a brush of my skin against skin, then she parts her lips and I trail my tongue over them before dipping inside, tentatively at first—she’s still coming down from her climax. Slow and steady is what she needs right now, regardless of the aching weight of my erection.I can be patient; we have all night.

She turns her body toward mine, then winces, and I pull back to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

Adrienne opens her eyes and laughs. Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. “My hips.” She drops her gaze and gives her head a subtle shake. “They always hurt. Certain positions… two kids will do that to you—” She grimaces, pursing her lips as if she’s told me too much.“And I’ve just aged myself.”

“Hush.” I’m determined to push all thoughts of age from her mind by the time I’ve finished with her. I run my hand down her side, over the dip of her waist until I reach the fullness of her hip, then start to knead the flesh there.

She moans, and I could get used to hearing this woman’s sounds of pleasure.

It gives me an idea. “Roll onto your front.”

She meets my gaze. Arches one eyebrow.

I duck my head and steal another kiss, too weak to avoid the temptation. Her tongue rushes to join mine, meeting each thrust of my tongue with a responding one, and soon we’re tangled up, arms and legs wrapped around one another in desperation. She feels so fucking good, fits against me like a puzzle piece. Her body is soft and lush against mine, supple where I am hard, and I can’t keep my hands from kneading into her flesh.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. Still naked from the waist down, she’s all heat and wetness against the thin cotton of my pants as she rocks against my cock. I grip her hips and still her, shaking my head.

She’s already inferred that I’m younger than she is; no need to prove it to her by ejaculating all over my stomach before I’ve even had a chance to bury myself inside her.

Adrienne’s lips quirk up to the side. “Sorry.”

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