Page 73 of Final Goodbye
“You’ve tasted my mom’s cooking before. This is her recipe.” He looked at the plate and back up to me like he was waiting for me to take my first bite.
I cut a corner of the toast off, dipping it in the syrup, making the perfect first bite. I wrapped my lips around the sweetest breakfast I’ve ever had and moaned, “Mmm, Declan, this is the best French toast I’ve ever tasted. It’s so sweet.”
“You keep moaning like that with every bite and you won’t be able to finish your breakfast without me interrupting,” he said while he licked his lips.
“A-ar-are you not going to make up a plate for yourself? Aren’t you hungry?” I stuttered.
“I’m looking at my meal right now. The French toast may be sweet, but I think you’re even sweeter.” His eyes roamed over my body. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore and my appetite wanted something else entirely. Something tan and chiseled.
Maybe I wouldn’t be the one eating my breakfast off him. Maybe it would be the other way around.
I took a moment to tease him. I made up another bite on my fork, this time with extra syrup. The bite slid off my fork and into my mouth, tortuously slow. The sticky sweet syrup dripped fromthe fork when my tongue reached out to lick up the mess, never breaking eye contact.
“Mmm. Yes… So good,” I moaned. His bright blue eyes stared right back into mine, heavy lidded and glazed over. He broke eye contact with me, following the sticky substance trickling down my chin. Declan released his tight grip on the counter across from me and circled the bar top headed toward where I was sitting.
He glanced down at my plate and slid it away from me. “I told you, you weren’t going to be able to finish this if you couldn’t control those sweet moans of yours.” He towered over me, so I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.
His finger swiped at the loose syrup on my chin as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it right off. “Fuck, Paige. How is it possible that this syrup tastes even sweeter after it’s been on you?” Fuck, everything he did and said turned me on. I’d never been into food play before but I kind of wanted to try something I hadn’t done before.
I looked over at my plate and slid some more sticky syrup on my finger. His gaze followed my hand as if he was waiting to see what I was going to do next. Looking down at my chest, I swiped it over the top of my breast that was exposed from my silk camisole I wore to bed.
His chest rose up and down as his breathing picked up. “You dirty girl, you want me to lick you clean?” I nodded my head and bit my lip in anticipation. He brought his palms to my waist and lifted me up onto the counter, so I sat a little higher. His touch was burning through my heated skin as I waited for his next move.
His mouth came down to my tits as he swiped his tongue across my skin. “This sexy little pajama set is going to need to come off right now.” His voice turned stern as he played with the thin strap that held my top up. With my arms in the air, I waitedfor him to slide it over my head. He tore the silky pink tank top off and went straight back to the spot where the syrup once lingered, nipping and licking all the way up to my neck.
“You want me to eat you for breakfast, Paige?” he whispered gruffly into my ear.
“Yessss,” I moaned, goosebumps making me shiver in excitement.
He looked me in the eyes as he pushed my back flat against the cold countertop. “Stay right there,” he ordered as he went back to the other side of the kitchen where he was cooking breakfast. With the full bottle of syrup in his hand, he popped the top and made his way back over to me.
“I’m going to have some fun with you this morning,” he said before pouring a sticky path over each of my nipples and down my stomach where the syrup met the waistband of my silk shorts. My back arched at the sensation and my panties were already drenched just thinking of what he was going to do to me.
His mouth lowered as his tongue reached out to flick one of my nipples. He lapped at the sticky sugar, not leaving a drip behind. “So fucking sweet, baby girl,” he groaned as he trailed toward my other breast. His tongue flicked my hardened nipple up and down as he groaned with every swipe. When he came up for air, his eyes devoured my body. He stood between my spread legs and dragged me so my ass reached the ends of the countertop. Shocked at the suddenness of it, I reacted with a high-pitched squeal.
“Fuck, Declan, you’re so sexy.” I ran my hands down his chest, appreciating his body as he drank me in with his seductive gaze.
“I could eat my breakfast off of you every morning and die a happy fucking man, baby.” With that he lowered his head once more, starting just under my breasts. He devoured the syrup hehad drizzled on my stomach all the way down until his tongue toyed with the sensitive area right below my belly button.
“I’m gonna need to take these off too, baby.” My body reacted to his raspy voice when my hips lifted up, giving him permission to tear my shorts off. The silk slid down my thighs so fast I thought they were going to rip. I didn’t have any underwear on, so I was completely bare for him.
“You’re glistening for me, baby. Does this turn you on?” My head eagerly nodded up and down, silently answering his question. My body reacted to his touch when his finger swiped through my exposed center. The slickness he gathered on his finger came up to his mouth as he sucked me right off his finger like he did with the syrup just moments ago. My mouth dropped open as I tried to form the right words.
“No one has ever licked food off of me before. You’re my first,” I answered, noticing how feral his eyes went at my statement.
“I’ll take every fucking first I can get from you.” That made me think of how many firsts he had already given me whether he knew it or not. I was already in this vulnerable position, laying spread eagle on the countertop so why not just go all in?
“How about my first ‘I love you’?” I whispered shyly; my heart was pumping so hard I could hear it thumping in my chest.
The expression on his face instantly softened. “You saying you love me, Paige?”
“I’m in love with you,” I stated as my breath picked up waiting for his response.
“I’m glad you finally realized that because I’ve been in love with you since the moment I fucking saw you and I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Our lips crashed together with a wild need. The weight of him pressed against me and every hard ridge of his body felt like stone beneath my fingertips. The hair on the nape of his neckfilled the space between my fingers as I gave the soft hairs a tug. Groaning against my lips in response, he rubbed his strained cock against my wet center. His sweatpants were still on, and I desperately wanted to tear them off. My fingers found the elastic waistband of his pants when he grabbed my hands in his.
“I need to finish my breakfast first,” he said as he stopped me from stripping him down.
