Page 150 of Babies for the Big Shot
With deliberate slowness, I bring the spoon to her lips, offering her a taste. She takes it, savoring the rich flavor, the sweetness sliding down her throat as her eyes meet mine, her body already reacting.
But I’m not done yet.
I dip the spoon in again, this time slowly trailing it down her neck, letting the cold, thick chocolate drip down her skin in a slow, sensual line. She shivers, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.
“You’re making a mess.”
“Good,” I murmur. “I want to make a mess of you.”
My lips follow the trail of chocolate, licking it off her skin, tasting the sweetness mixed with the heat of her. My mouth finds her collarbone, kissing and nibbling as I move lower, my hands pulling her closer, urging her to give in.
Her breath hitches when I reach the curve of her breast, and I place a dollop of the ice cream right on her nipple, the cold touch sending a jolt through her. She gasps, eyes wide as she looks down at me.
“Don’t move,” I order, my voice rough with need.
I press my lips to her nipple, sucking the chocolate off, taking my time, letting the cold mix with the heat of her skin. Her back arches, a soft whimper escaping her, and I can feel the shudder that runs through her.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” I growl, licking the last remnants of chocolate from her, making sure to pay extra attention to the sensitive skin.
She grabs the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me up to kiss her deeply, passionately. Shecan’t get enough of the heat, the sweetness, the hunger that’s consuming us both.
I shift her onto the kitchen table, her legs spread wide. This time, I pour a small amount onto her stomach, teasing her with the chill of it.
As it drips down her skin, I lean down and lick it off, my tongue moving in slow, agonizing circles. She gasps, her body writhing beneath me, desperate for more.
“I’m going to make sure every inch of you tastes as good as you feel,” I whisper against her skin, my hands sliding up her thighs, finding the heat between them, my fingers grazing the lace of her underwear.
Her hands grip my shoulders, urging me on, pulling me toward her.
“Please,” she gasps. “I want you… now.”
I look up at her, locking eyes. “Patience,” I tell her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I take a strawberry from the nearby bowl, its ripe, juicy sweetness a perfect contrast to the decadent chocolate. I press it against her lips, letting her bite into it, then lean in to taste the fruit on her tongue, mixing it with the remnants of chocolate, deepening the kiss as she moans into my mouth.
I trail the strawberry down her chest, using the fruit to guide my way, pressing it against her skin before I lick the juice off, my mouth following the path I’ve just made. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body aching for more.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out, the heat of her skin, the sweetness of the fruit and chocolate driving me wild, but I take my time. Every lick, every kiss, every touch is deliberate, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Please…” she whispers again, her voice rough, begging, but there’s still a controlled intensity in it.
I slide her shorts down slowly, enjoying the way her body moves beneath me. The night is still, but every inch of us feels alive, trembling with anticipation.
She’s bare beneath me now, her skin flushed, her body glistening with the remnants of ice cream and the heat of her desire. I lean back, taking in the sight of her, every curve, every inch of her exposed to me, inviting me.
I move lower, my lips trailing down her stomach. Her breath is a series of gasps, her hands moving to my hair, tugging me closer as if she’s trying to pull me into her.
But I need to draw this out.
I lean down, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her legs tremble, but she doesn’t push me away.
She pulls me closer, her body yearning for more. I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, the pulse of desire calling to me.
Slowly, I kiss my way up her inner thigh, my lips barely brushing against her skin, teasing her. She’s almost writhing beneath me now, desperate for the touch she knows is coming, but I’m in no rush.
Every inch of her deserves to be savored.
“Nick…” Her voice is breathless; she’s losing control.
