Page 7 of Blueberry Cake
He then kissed her from her elbow to where her arm ended and back up her forearm. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. With his lips on her arm and his fingers playing with her pussy, a warmth washed over her. He laid her arm around his neck, then dove back down between her thighs, tongue drawn to her clit like a magnet. She let out a long breath of relief that turned into a moan as he flicked his tongue hard and quick over her clit.
His free hand slid around her hips, over her ass and up her spine, yanking on the zipper of her dress. She took the hint and tossed it aside only leaving herself in nothing but her bra. Boyd rose long enough to unclasp it with skilled fingers.
“Perfect.” He sealed over her nipple, quickly wetting the skin before pulling off with apop. “I think we should take this to somewhere more comfortable.”
Then she was in his arms again. She crashed her mouth back onto his, her fingers twisting into his hair. This man was driving her crazy, like no other had before. He took control when she wanted, all the while giving her the comfort sheneeded.
In his bedroom, Boyd carefully laid her across the bed and mouthed along her jaw. One arm held his weight, whilethe other slipped back between her thighs. His fingers on her clit made her gasp and her legs twitch again.
“I had a vasectomy years ago, but I also have condoms if you feel more comfortable with them.”
“I don’t like condoms and I’m on the pill.”
“You are full of wonderful surprises, sweet Queenie.” She pushed her hand between them, working open the buttons on his shirt. “You’re doing so well.”
Her cheeks heated. It took her far too long but once all buttons were undone, she pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Sitting up, Boyd tossed it aside and gave her the full view of his torso. As suspected his shoulders and chest were muscular, covered in thick curls all the way down to his plush stomach. She pushed herself onto her elbow and reached for his chest to run her palm up his sternum to the silver necklace.
“You’re gorgeous.”
He mirrored her, his damp fingers tingling up her sternum. “Thank you.”
Her fingers flirted down his chest, landing on the clasp of his jeans. His belt fell open with a satisfying click, and she slowly opened the zipper where his erection practically jumped into her hand. The only thing holding him back were his tight black boxer briefs. She palmed over his hard length before impatiently tugging the constricting fabric away. With her lip between her teeth, she let her finger run over his length, wrapping her fist around his shaft. The thick girth filled her hand, his leaking tip twitching beneath her thumb.
Boyd groaned and she looked up, finding his head dropping. His fingers returned to her clit and gently circled her as she gave his cock slow, deliberate strokes. Shewatched herself as she pleased him, a drop of precum dripping from his tip. She had to admit, itwasrather satisfying to hear him groan because of her. She’d never had a partner be so vocal.
Then Boyd shifted to lie between her legs and Queenie found herself… disappointed. “No,” she pleaded, tugging him upward.
“And why not? I thought you enjoyed my tongue fucking you.”
She had, but how was she supposed to tell him that it was for nothing? “You don’t have to do it.”
Boyd kissed her hip bone, diving into her with his fingers once more. “Do you think I’m not enjoying myself?”
She hesitated, but then Boyd found that sweet spot and she decided that honesty was best. “I won’t come. Men get frustrated because of it.”
“You’ve never come with a man?”
She flushed, lust washed away by embarrassment.
Boyd found a steady rhythm with his fingers. “How do you make yourself come, sweet Queenie? Do you have toys you like to fuck yourself with?”
She nodded, unable to hold his gaze.
Boyd rose to his knees again, sucking his fingers into his mouth, slowly savouring the taste of her as he licked them clean. Then, with a grin, he leaned over her, his lips brushing hers. “What is it that you use? A dildo, a vibrator? Or maybe that rose that has been having women in a haze lately?”
“Vibrator,” Queenie panted.
“And how do you do it? In the shower? Or laying on the bed?”
“Bed.” She could barely breathe, hanging onto his everyword.
“Then you’re in the right place.” He stood from the bed and walked over to the dresser. When he turned back to her, he had a small bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube in his hands. “I want you to lay down like you would when alone.”
She hesitated for a moment, distracting herself with the way he finished undressing. Inhaling a breath of courage, she turned on her stomach and laid her head on one of his pillows. The mattress dipped and she looked over her shoulder to see Boyd settling between her thighs, nudging her legs apart. He leaned over her again, kissed her neck, and grabbed a second pillow.
“Lift that fine ass for me.”
She did, allowing him to stuff the pillow under her hips.
