Page 45 of Risk It All
He pulls away, looking at me with those devastatingly blue eyes. “You taste like cherries.”
I dip my finger in my pie covering it in cherry juice. Then I spread it like gloss over his lips.
“I like cherries too.” I replace my finger with my lips, my tongue laving the sticky sugary sauce from his mouth.
He groans, and shifts his body closer to me. “You like food games?”
“I'd like them with you.” I think I'd like anything he'd want to do with me, to me.
Heat flashes in his eyes as he studies me. I have no doubt that Max has had many and varied experiences with women giving him many opportunities to hone his bedroom skills. Skills I've been the benefactress of already. But I also know not everyone is adventurous when it comes to sex. Does he wonder how adventurous I can be? I decide I'll show him.
I dip my finger in the pie again and make sure I have his attention as I draw a line from my neck, down between my breasts.
“You've made a mess.” His voice is hoarse, growing ragged.
“Oops.”
He puts my pie on the coffee table and then pulls the robe off my shoulders as he pushes me back on the couch.
“Let me help.” His tongue, hot and wet, snakes out, following the line of cherry filling stopping between my breasts. I sigh, savoring the sensations of cool cherry sauce and hot man.
“I seem to have run out.” He reaches over to my pie and picks out a plump cherry. He shows it to me, his brows waggling as he perches it on the tip of my distended nipple. My breath hitches as the feeling of cold pie filling hits my sensitive tip and sends a rush of heat to my center.
“One more.” He plucks a second cherry and places it on the other nipple.
“I think there is rule about playing with your food.”
He smiles wickedly. “Do you always follow the rules?”
I shake my head then arch and offer myself to him.
He cups each breast, kissing my belly, working his way up. He uses the tip of his tongue to swirl and then suck a cherry off one breast. I moan, my fingers lacing through his hair as I arch to him more. He rewards me by suckling on the breast, pulling it tight until I writhe beneath him.
Max
I can't remember beingwith a woman as responsive and free as Madeleine. With every touch, every taste, she lets me know what I do to her. And what it does to me is make me want her more. Like a drug, I'll never be able to get enough.
“You like that?” I ask, surprising myself, because despite my reputation as a ladies' man, I'm not usually very talkative during sex.
“Yes.” Her answer comes out on a hiss as I cover her other breast with my mouth, consuming the cherry and her creamy flesh. “No one has ever touched me the way you do.”
There's a part of me that wishes she is referring to more than our bodies. That maybe I touched her heart. “Tell me what you like.”
“You.” Her hands wrap around my neck and draw my lips to hers. Once I settle into the kiss, her hands slide between us, undoing my pants and pulling off my shirt until we're finally pressed together flesh to flesh.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you, how to touch you.” I have to immerse myself in her. Imprint her in my brain so I never forget her.
“Everywhere.” She gasps as I press my erection against her cleft.
“You know what I want?”
“God, Max, I hope it's me.”
“I want to touch you everywhere, Madeleine...taste you everywhere.”
“Yes.”
I shift, push the rest of her robe aside, and then run two fingers through the pie. I look into her eyes wanting confirmation that she's okay with what I want to do. Her amber eyes are dark with desire and that flash of green that tells me she’s aroused.
