Page 6 of Blueberry Cake
“You’re tensing,” he husked, breaking the kiss.
“You noticed.” She massaged the back of his neck, loving how his short stubble felt under her fingertips. “I’m just a little self-conscious.”
“What about?” Boyd rested his hands on her thighs, brushing over the skin there. More specifically, the stretch marks. But he seemed genuine in asking.
“I’m not really sure. I know deep down there’s nothing wrong.”
“Tell me one thing about yourself that bothers you.”
“My stretch marks.”
Boyd dropped his gaze, shoving her skirt up to reveal her legs. He found a particularly deep stretch mark, tracing his thumb over the skin. “I think they are mesmerising. I could spend all day memorising each one with my tongue.”To prove his point he bent over her lap and kissed her thigh, tongue darting out to lick across the skin. “Delicious,” he hummed.
“Boyd,” she panted, voice quivering as his tongue teased higher.
“I love how you say my name. Wrecked already and I haven’t even started to worship you.”
“You haven’t?”
He chuckled, lips vibrating against her skin. “No, Queenie.”
She braced herself with her elbows on the counter behind her and let her head roll back. The butterflies in her stomach danced across her veins. Her toes tingled as he moved higher, his fingers brushing against the thin lace covering her.
“Oh, sweet Queenie,” he hummed and pushed the dress aside so he could see her wine-red panties. “May I steal them from you?”
“You canborrowthem.”
Boyd tugged at the fabric, flashing a smirk between her thighs. “I’ll be sure to return them.”
She barely needed to move for him to slip the lace down her thighs. With a sly grin, he stuffed them into his back pocket. Boyd returned his attention to her thighs, sucking a kiss high up while his fingers threaded through the dense curls covering her pussy. Chest heaving with heavy breaths, she rolled her hips and spread her legs wider.
“Good, just like that,” he hummed. “Give yourself to me.”
His tongue moved tantalisingly slow, climbing higher and higher until Boydfinallylicked over her pussy. Queenie couldn’t help but moan. He did it again, his fingers pressingagainst her entrance. She wanted to apologise for being so dry, wanted to assure him that she was enjoying his touch—but she didn’t get a chance to. Boyd slicked the path with his tongue, pushing through her folds and dipping into her. He swirled and coated her with his saliva, only once he deemed her ready, his finger replaced his mouth, and his tongue flicked over her clit.
She jolted, her thighs clenching around his head before she forced herself to relax. “Sorry.”
“If that’s how I go, then I’ll die a happy man.”
She quivered again. Though those words did things to Queenie she couldn’t explain, she didn’t actually want to hurt him. She moved to wrap her left arm around him, but stopped herself. Deeply rooted insecurity surfaced, making her afraid that she would freak him out if she touched him.
“So tense again,” he hummed and peered up.
“I’m sorry.”
“What is it?”
His fingers were still inside her, curling and stretching her while his thumb found her clit, slowly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He looked up at her, soft and gentle. She worried her lower lip, unsure of how to voice her thoughts.
“It’s okay, Queenie.” She loved how he pulled her name into a soft melody. “We’re still getting to know one another. Communication is part of that.”
Her gaze drifted to the window, tears burning the corners of her eyes. Why was it still so hard for her to talk about it when being intimate with a man?
“Shh,” he hushed and stood to his full height. His fingers still embedded into her pussy, his free hand reached for her chin, gently turning her attention back to him. “It’sokay.”
“I wasn’t sure…” She averted her gaze as she pressed out her last words in a shaky whisper. “I wasn’t sure if you would want me to touch you with my left arm.”
Boyd ducked down, sucking a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m here with you.Foryou.” His lips danced along her shoulder and down her left arm. “All of you.” He took her left arm in his hand, thumb softly brushing her skin. “I chose you. I wanted you, for all that you are.”
