Page 120 of Perfect Pairing
He approached my side, smirking down at me.
“Hey, honey. This all for me?”
I blinked twice, hoping it conveyed to him that, yes, this was all his—the treats and my body.
His gaze raked over my body, my blood heating in its wake as he rubbed his hands together like a man presented with too many choices, trying to decide which option to select first.
“Where do I begin?” he said softly, reaching out and trailing a finger along the underside of my breast, dragging it down my side, over my hip, and along the line of my quad.
“How about I start with these cherries and work my way up? Does that sound good?”
I blinked again in response, and he grinned wickedly as he bent over my ankle, his tongue darting out to scoop the cherry into his mouth, his lips lingering, a soft moan emanating from his throat as the sweetness coated his tongue.
He repeated the process on the other side, then my knees and thighs, driving me insane with his glancing touches and the wetpress of his lips against my flesh.
I wasn’t aware I had so many erogenous zones on my body; leave it to Ezra to find and exploit each and every one of them.
By the time his mouth hovered over my pussy, I was a puddle of unspent desire. A can of soda shaken and desperate for release.
“You taste like coconut.”
“Lotion,” I attempted to say around the strawberry, but it came out as more of a random mumble.
“Shh, baby. You keep quiet and let me work.”
I moaned as he pressed his mouth to my skin and dragged his tongue from hip bone to hip bone, close but still too far from where I needed him most. I could feel my arousal pooling at my entrance and slipping free to coat my thighs. I wanted Ezra to clean it all up, to lick every inch of me until I was a writhing mess.
And then, I wanted him to fuck me until I saw stars.
He leaned into my pussy and scooped up the chocolate without warning, his tongue dipping briefly into my slit before he pulled away, and I whimpered.
I needed more, and he rewarded me by following his tongue with a finger, tracing around my clit without applying any pressure, only to remove it. The tip was coated in more chocolate, and Ezra sucked it into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed.
“I’ll never be able to eat chocolate another way,” he said when they popped open.
Then he turned and headed across the room, and I made a sound of protest.
“Patience, baby,” he said, coming back with the bowl of strawberries I’d cleaned and cut the tops off earlier. “I need to make sure I clean you up. Can’t let any of your hardwork go to waste.”
He lifted one of the strawberries from the bowl and brought it to my pussy, sliding it between my lips and using it to clean up the remaining liquid chocolate from the sensitive flesh. I resisted the urge to squirm, setting my feet on the table and dropping my knees wide to give him better access.
I was rapt on his mouth as he lifted the fruit to his lips and took a sinful bite.
I loved watching him savor the treat, knowing it was something I’d created for him, something he was clearly deriving great pleasure from.
When he swallowed, he said, “Best chocolate-covered strawberries I’ve ever had. Although I had a feeling the one on your lips will be my undoing.”
I didn’t dare move, could barely breathe for fear of upsetting the heart-shaped chocolates I’d settled over my nipples. Ezra dropped more of the chocolate sauce on my stomach, drawing a path from my navel to the valley between my breasts, adding to the bit already pooled in my belly button, then topped it with a line of whipped cream.
His eyes were nearly black, his expression ravenous as he pulled back to study his work.
“I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said as he lowered his mouth to my flesh, his tongue wet and hot as it licked up the mess he’d made.
It was too much. The best of his tongue combined with the cool texture of the whipped cream against my skin was a contrast that had goosebumps erupting all over. All that was left were the chocolates on my nipples and the chocolate-covered strawberry I held against my lips. It had started to melt while I waited, someof the taste coating my tongue. I had to admit, I’d done a damn good job.
Ezra pressed kisses to the curves of my breasts, circling around the peaks but never going for that sweet spot I needed him to touch.
I made a noise of protest when he bypassed my chest entirely to lick a path up my throat, and he chuckled darkly.
