Oh, fuck. If he didn’t find some self-control, he’d be baring and impaling her in less than thirty seconds.
Gently but insistently, he eased back. He intended to lead her to the table and offer her a drink as he removed the food warming in the oven. Instead, his stare went straight to her smooth, silky thighs and exposed panties, now visible since her skirt had bunched around her hips. The scrap barely covering her pussy was blue-and-white striped with an itty-bitty bow at the top of the little triangle. It looked well-worn, too small, and already soaked.
Seth stared, unblinking, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. Oh, shit. He’d probably burn in hell for the twisted, lascivious thoughts storming through his head later, but right now? He was going to enjoy being in heaven. Or rather in Heavenly.
She breathed hard and touched his shoulder. “Seth?”
“Yeah, angel. I’m here. God, you’re gorgeous.” He finally managed to look away. “Stay where you are, okay?”
“But…where are you going?” She grabbed the hem of her skirt self-consciously and lowered it.
“No, angel,” he crooned, easing his fingers under the garment and slowly lifting it up her thighs again until he was staring at those panties straight out of his teenage fantasies. Christ, he had to form coherent words to reassure her. “I’m just going to step right over there.” He pointed to his breakfast nook. “I’ll be back. Then I’ll make you feel so much better.”
In two steps, he dragged one of the metal chairs from the table over to the island and seated himself between her legs, then pulled her pretty little ass to the edge of the counter.
She propped herself onto her elbows, her hair pooling around her as she watched him, eyes soft with desire. “What are you doing?”
“I know I promised you lunch, but I’m dying to make a meal of you first.”
He didn’t give her time to ask the questions he saw on her face before he lifted each of her thighs and laid them over his shoulders.
“Seth…” She sounded slightly shocked.
But she wasn’t protesting. Beautiful.
Seth skated his palms up her graceful legs and cupped her thighs as he kissed all her bare skin, hungrily nipping, lapping, and eating his way straight toward her weeping center.
Her breathless pants got faster, more audible, as he outlined the edges of those snug panties with his thumbs, where her thighs met her barely covered cunt and begged him to feast.
“Remember all the dirty things I told you I’d do to you before Christmas? This is definitely one I’ve thought about. I want you to feel my tongue lap at your juices while I coax more from your little pussy.”
She tensed and reached between her thighs with a slim hand, fingers covering the straining fabric of her panties, stained dark with her excitement. “I’m really wet.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled, nipping at the digits until she lifted her hand away.
Seth didn’t hesitate. He simply buried his nose in the nearly sheer cotton and inhaled her potent aroma, letting it fill his nostrils. His cock turned to granite. He tongued his way straight up her center, lingering over her straining clit as it poked her panties.
With a glance up her body, he snared her gaze as the pleasure began to roll over her. Heavenly’s eyes were half-closed, her jaw slack, and her cheeks flaming rosy.
Triumph roared within him. “By the time I lap up every drop of your cream, you’ll be ready to explode.”
“Oh…my goodness.”
She was still gasping as he began eating at her through the cotton, prodding her clit and teasing her entrance with his stiff tongue before slipping beneath the elastic to coax more of her juices while he swiped at her heated flesh.
As she began to dissolve around him, he drove her higher. Heavenly writhed, spearing her fingers into his hair and lifting her hips to him in demand. He dove deeper, scraped her cotton-clad clit with his teeth, grinding his tongue against her and dragging her into his lungs. But those fucking panties were teasing him. He could smell her, almost taste her…but not enough. He needed more. He needed the goddamn barrier that kept him from savoring her out of his way.
He gripped the thin strings holding the two threadbare triangles of fabric together with his big hands and yanked. The undergarment gave way without a fight. He tossed it behind him, across the kitchen, and focused all his attention on her perfect peach of a pussy. Oh, Christ… It was pretty—swollen, pouting, succulent, and pungent. His mouth watered again. He adjusted his straining cock with a grimace.
“You’re staring…there. Is something wrong with me?”
“Oh, Heavenly. No. Hell no. You’re beautiful. And I already know you’re going to taste like nothing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m so attuned to you, angel. I swear, when I’m with you it’s like I can feel you, hear your heartbeat… I can’t explain it. It just is.” He sighed. “I didn’t even know I was waiting for you, and now that you’re here, I can’t imagine me with anyone else.”