“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” she inquired.
“Not yet. But why don’t you turn some lights on in here? I want to be able to see every inch of you.”
She walked over to the lamp behind the couch and clicked it on. “Better?”
“Much better.” His gaze danced over her curves again.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Baby Girl crawled up and over the arm of the sofa, and then up his long, muscular body. “My God, you look like somebody chiseled you out of milk chocolate,” she cooed. Then she dipped her head and ran her tongue over the ridges of his hard six-pack. “Mmm. Sweet.”
The air oozed out of Jeremy’s lungs in a long, soft hiss as he watched her wicked pink tongue as it rolled up the center of his body. He was so turned on that his cock jumped reflexively against his thigh.
“Now, since you’ve tasted me, you could give a brother a sample.”
Her brow hitched. “Just a sample?”
“Well, if you’re offering a brother all he can eat, then I can handle that, too.” He reached down and gave her ass a hard squeeze.
“I think that I can handle that.” But before she complied, Baby Girl slanted her mouth over his so that their tongues could dance and caress each other.
Hot, wet and sweet as hell, Jeremy didn’t mind the sugar rush that shot straight to his head. But he absolutely loved the extraordinary sensations that twirled and swirled inside him. In all honesty, Jeremy had never felt anything like it—and it was definitely a feeling that he could get used to.
When their lips finally pulled away, Baby Girl smiled. “I hope that you’re hungry.”
“Starved.” His lips hitched upward as he delivered a smack against the bottom of her ass. He watched as her eyes twinkled with excitement before she resumed her languid climb up his body. In no time, Baby Girl planted her knees on both sides of his head and he was face-to-face with her beautifully trimmed pussy. His chest tightened and if he didn’t know any better, he would say that there were butterflies fluttering behind his iron-hard abs, to say nothing of his cock, which was standing as straight and hard as a flagpole.
He reached up and parted her brown lips and was rewarded with the husky-sweet scent of her pussy. He could honestly say that if he died there tonight, he would be a very happy man. Lifting his head just as she widened her knees, Jeremy glided his tongue down the side of her soft, honeyed clit.
Baby Girl threw her head back and released a whining moan toward the ceiling. His second stroke made her knees and thighs tremble. From there, Jeremy pressed his face even closer while his tongue went deep.
Jeremy was pretty sure the words flowing from Baby Girl’s mouth were nothing but half-baked vowels and stuttering consonants. Encouraged by her reaction, he slid his hands around the corners of her thighs and took hold of her ample ass. Once he had a good grip on her, he feasted like a starved man.
Baby Girl dripped so much honey that it covered his fingers, so he used it as a lubricant and started stroking himself. Call him crazy, but one second he could’ve sworn that her body was a giant honeycomb and in the next, she was a field of strawberries.
Finally her free-flowing sound cohered long enough to call on God but soon dissolved into sigh and moans. Then she was as clear as a bell. “I—I—I’m coming.”
Instead of speeding up or intensifying his strokes, Jeremy slowed down…waaaay down. Baby Girl pressed her bottom down in silent urging. When that didn’t work, she started grinding her hips in an attempt to just use his tongue as a prop for her to find her own release.
Amused, Jeremy smiled, turned his head and absently peppered kisses along her inner thigh.
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