“Do you know about safe words?”
“Yeah. In porn I’ve seen…” He trailed off and nodded. “You like it kinky?”
“Well, that could be negotiated but that’s not what I meant. I think we need our own kind of safe word. Instead of it meaning to stop, ours will mean go. When I say that word, you’ll know I’m ready for anything and you can do whatever you’d like to me.”
His chest tightened and he had to struggle to draw a full breath. Maybe he was still asleep. This definitely counted as the best dream he’d ever had. “Anything?”
“Sure. I mean, if it’s really out there, tell me first. Otherwise, ready, set, blow. Or whatever floats your boat.” She smiled slyly.
“You’re serious?”
“Sure. Until you stop worrying about cues, we’ll use a word that will serve as your green light. No danger of crossed wires then. I’ll still speak up if you veer too far off course.”
“Ice cream,” he decided. “Whenever I think of ice cream from now on, I’ll think of you sipping your milkshake and trying to put on a brave face. Kind of like you’re putting on an act now, as if you think that’s what I want. Kim, the experienced seductress, leading the newbie through the night.”
She swallowed hard. “You asked me to corrupt you. Can’t get much clearer than that.”
“Yeah, I did.” He braced his hands next to her hips and bent to nibble her mouth. “Now I’m thinking we can corrupt each other. Though in the meantime, I wouldn’t mind some of that instruction.” He bit down on her lower lip, testing them both. “I live to serve.”
Slipping her hands into his hair, she returned his kiss, letting him take the lead. Knowing that a powerful, sexually confident woman like Kim was looking to him for pleasure was a damn heady thing.
“Then consider this me saying ‘ice cream’,” she murmured.
He nipped her jaw, working his way up to her ear with its tiny gold hoop. A hidden delicacy tucked behind her sexily tousled hair. “I forgot to tell you the other reason I picked ice cream. It reminds me of you in other ways.”
“Does it?” She already sounded a little breathless.
“Mmm-hmm.” He cupped her breast, feathering his thumb over the plump tip while his eyes searched hers. “Key lime ice cream especially.” He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. Biting down at the catch of her breath. He trailed his other hand up the inside of her leg, sliding in her wetness until he reached the apex.
“Why key lime?”
Releasing her breast, he kissed the other tight peak before shimmying down her body. “Ice cream’s wet and creamy and sweet.” He opened her up for his fingers, caressing her with light strokes. Holding her lower lips apart, he darted his tongue over her clit and savored her sigh. “So wet.” He traced his fingertip over the swollen flesh, finally inching it into her clenching passage. “But key lime’s got that hint of tart mixed in, making the flavor so much richer. So much more complex.” He breathed the words against her, hoping like hell they affected her the same way they did him.
From the way she squeezed him inside, he was on the right path.
He slid his finger in and out, studying her face. Her heavy fringe of lashes blocked her half-closed eyes, as if she couldn’t hold the lids up any longer. Her cheeks and neck and upper breasts were flushed, her mouth parted and damp. The rosy tips of her breasts beaded with need. And Christ, the longer he looked at her, the more dire the situation in his shorts became. He shifted hands to grip his cock, clamping tight at the base.
“Take them off. I want to see.”
“This is about you—” He stopped at the hungry expression she wore. Yeah, so maybe him getting naked would add some additional fuel to her fire. Her long, curvy body definitely had upped his.
Upped being a literal term.
He rose and slid off his shorts, grunting at the sensation of the cotton brushing engorged flesh.
“Come here.”
Absolutely no way he could say no to that. He approached the head of the bed and she curved toward him, taking his erection between her ruby red lips for a leisurely suck. Her hands never stopped moving, rubbing his dick, his belly, his balls. She didn’t touch him tenderly either. It was all rough pulls and violent tugs, yanking him from that quivery edge straight into the depths of oblivion in the time it took him to gather her hair in his fists and issue some commands of his own. “That’s it, baby. I love how you tighten your mouth on me. God, that feels good. Scrape your nails over—”
Hearing himself, he hesitated. Was he being lame? From the sounds she was making and the way she kept hauling him into her throat so hard that she nearly choked, he had to think she was into it.
Though there was another way to check.
He angled his body so he could run his palm over her mound. “Holy shit.” Wetness smeared his skin and when he speared her with his index finger, she arched and clutched at him, causing his length to twitch in her hold. She released his hard-on and pressed herself into his hand, whimpering for more.
“You’re enjoying it? What you’re doing and what I’m doing?”
“God, yes. I love when you push all the way into my throat. It makes me so hot. Stop holding back on me. And oh—that’s good too.”