Page 58 of Raspberry Cake
“Oh, sweet love,” he hummed when she parted her lips expectantly.
Tilting her head, her tongue lapped at his cockhead—then she tantalisingly sucked him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the sensitive nerves, she sucked and slurped, filthy noises filling the empty space as she swallowed him down. One hand fisted the base of his cock and the other pushed his jeans down his thighs. They hit the floor and were kicked aside, giving her the room to smooth her hands over his legs.
“Are you trying to persuade me to do something?” he teased, only for her to hollow her cheeks out and take him down again.
Eveline whimpered, the vibrations against Renley’s shaft sending his body into overdrive. Rewarding her with a smack against her pussy, his fingers tangled with her hair, desperate to hold onto something. Eveline started off tender, teasing his slit with her tongue. Upon seeing his pleasure, she doubled down, swirling her tongue around him and sucking harder.
Her eyes locked onto his, the intimate contact nearly unravelling him before things truly got started.
Fuck.He ground his teeth and tugged on her hair, begging her to ease up without words. “You’re going to make me come.”
Then Eveline swallowed him to the back of her throat. She hummed and lapped at his cock, hurtling him toward the edge. It wasn’t long before his knees trembled and he hung on by a thread. He held it together—barely—until Eveline ducked a hand between his legs andgentlyrolled his balls in her palm.
“Kitten,” he warned, trying to wrench out of her grip, but she doubled down. “Fuck, I’m coming.” His orgasm raced down his spine, his cock spilling down Eveline’s throat before he could stop it. The belt hit the floor, and he fought to stay standing
She swallowed every drop, licking him clean once he was finished. When she leaned back and set him free, he swooped down, taking her mouth in a kiss that left them both sated and breathless.
Eveline
By the time Renley eased up on the kiss, they were both gasping for air.
“Am I still in trouble?”
Renley vibrated with laughter. “Yes, kitten.” He sank to his knees in front of her and kissed her above her right knee.
“So, if I asked for a foot massage you would decline?”
“You just gave me the best blow job I’ve ever had and all you want in return is a foot massage?”
“Is that odd?”
“You could ask me to return the favour.”
“I could, but I don’t want to.”
He nodded and shifted his attention to her left knee. “Anything you want.”
Before he got started, he handed her his shirt and helped her into her pyjama shorts. “Why a foot massage?” he asked, dressing and sitting down with their wine.
“Helps circulate the blood better. I noticed it earlier.”
“Any particular way?”
She reached for her phone and showed Renley the video she’d used to learn herself. He watched it carefully, thumbs already kneading her calf.
“Do you have to do this regularly?”
“I should but…” She shrugged. “My physio usually does it, so I tend to ignore it. It took me a long time to even acknowledge my legs again, so touching them was a piece of work mentally.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable when I touch them?”
“It’s rather therapeutic to be honest. After the accident, I stopped loving all of me. My acceptance of myself ended here.” She pointed at her hips. “But the more mobility I regained and the little sensation I recovered, I could at least acknowledge them. Some days are still hard, but seeing you adore all of me has helped a lot.”
He kissed her knees again, his fingers still working into her muscles. “Would you be open to talking about your accident? I mean, was it work or…”
“It happened here actually. It was our first Christmas here, so we were all excited to decorate.” His eyes widened as he stared up at her. She sighed, soothing him by running her fingers through his hair. “Laira resented the house for quite some time. She didn’t begin to heal until well after Tod made it accessible and moved their bedroom upstairs. She feels guilty, even though I’ve never blamed her and reassure her every chance I get.”
“She’s your big sister, and if I’m guessing right, she sometimes wishes it was her instead.”
