Page 48 of Say It Isn't Snow
“Do you like me like this?”
“You look like a tasty fucking treat,” he says, hushed and reverent.
His praise lights me up from within, sending a wave of satisfying tingles across my skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful. I’m going to enjoy eating you up until you’re a gorgeous fucking mess for me,” he promises, voice dripping with sinful intent.
A gasp tears from me when he kneels and spreads me further. I squirm from the invisible weight of his gaze. He leans in, ghosting his hot breath over my pussy. My breath hitches when, at last, he flicks his tongue out to taste me with a deep, passionate hum.
He abandons the teasing licks in favor of burying his face against the back of my thighs with a ragged whimper and devouring me.
It’s as if he can’t get enough of me. My back arches and my fingers flex, grasping at nothing from the confines of my apron ties.
Caleb knows exactly how to take me apart at the seams with his talented mouth. Although I’m the one at his mercy, bound and spread for him, there’s something heady and powerful about having him on his knees groaning like he’s in heaven giving me pleasure.
I’m close to the edge when he pauses. Fabric rustles, followed by a click and an audible buzzing sound. He presses a smooth fluttering silicone object against me—my vibrator.
A louder moan flies out of me. My body spasms, both in shock and heightened pleasure from the toy being sprung on me unsuspectedly.
“H-have you just been carrying that around in your pocket this whole time today?” I push out breathlessly, fighting to speak through the mind-melting ecstasy.
A smirk is evident in his voice when he responds, “Yup. I was planning to make out with you and surprise you with it. This is better.”
He sounds so casual, like he’s reading hockey stats rather than using a vibrator on me while I’m tied up by my own apron strings and bent over the counter for him to play with. Before I can respond, my body erupts in a throbbing current of orgasmic bliss.
“Oh! Oh god!”
He praises me through it. “There you go, sugar. Does that feel nice on your clit? Give me another one. Make that pussy a mess for me.”
The orgasm feels endless from his devoted attention and his dirty talk. It stretches into another before the first one fades. My hips buck with a gasp against his face and the toy.
“So good for me,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin.
His tongue glides through my folds and delves into my hole as he works my clit with the vibrator.
My mind whites out. All I know is the delirious euphoria of his mouth, the toy, and his encouraging murmurs tipping me over the edge again and again until my body is a twitching, trembling wreck.
When I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve shuddered through, he sets the toy aside and stands.
Caleb kisses my spine. “Are you doing okay? Do you want a break, or are you ready for more?”
I writhe, not caring how desperate I sound. “Don’t you dare fucking stop yet.”
He chuckles warmly. “Can I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” I plead. “I need you inside me so badly.”
He covers my body with his and kisses my temple. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes, damn it. Fuck me.Useme.”
He stifles a gruff noise. “So worked up. Me too, sugar. You feel how hard you make me?”
His erection grinds against me. I’m frustrated by the barrier of clothes, wanting to feel the silken heat of his cock completely.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast right here on the counter until your pussy is so full of my come I get to admire it dripping out of you after,” he croons.
I moan, nodding fervently at the image he paints. “Caleb, please.”
