I opened my eyes and giggled, but I saw his gaze hooked on my mouth. On that small drop of whipped cream that hadn’t made it between my lips. I rose my finger to wipe it away, but he caught my hand in midair. Quick. Resilient. Like his body was reacting without his mind. His eyes came back up to mine and a darkness fell beyond them. Clouded his vision as he slowly approached my body. He bent down and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue darting out to lick the creamy decadence off my lip.
And I felt myself pop.
My hands flew to his hair and his hands instantly dropped to my hips. He pulled me into his lap and I straddled him, my dress rolling all the way up my thighs. I ground into him as our teeth clattered together, his hands tugging at my dress and fumbling around with the zipper. He was shaking. Trembling. Matching every single movement I made. I felt him stand up before my ass hit the edge of the table, then the sound of crashing glass could be heard as he swiped his hand across it.
My back fell to the cool surface as his lips devoured me, rushing down my cheek and kissing along my neck.
His hands moved up my thighs, parting my legs as he pulled up a chair. My chest panted. My body shivered. And his lips kept traveling lower. I fisted his hair as he sat down between my legs, pulling on my thighs until the edge of my ass sat against his face. He nibbled on the excess of my thighs as my heels found his shoulders, and the second I felt his fingertips pull my panties to the side I knew I was done.
I knew there was no going back.
He licked up my slit, forcing my back to arch. Wine rushed through my veins and the sweet taste of his dessert and his lips still danced on my tongue. He moaned into my pussy. Found my clit and circled it with an invigorating fervor. My legs jumped. My body thrashed. I was no longer in control of my movements.
“Gray. Yes. Holy hell, don’t stop.”
“Mmmm, so much better than the pie I made,” he said.
Not said.
Moaned.
Groaned.
Hummed.
I rolled my hips into his face. I rode his tongue as he flattened it out against my core. I looked up at the night sky and took in the twinkling stars as Grayson’s hands gripped my hips. He held me to him. Feasted on my creaminess as it dripped onto his tongue. He swallowed every drop. Massaged my skin in ways that made me want to blow through the nonexistent roof over our heads. Wind rustled the trees off in the distance as Grayson’s fingers teased my entrance, pressing in when I could no longer speak through the pleasure he was dealing me.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
My jaw unhinged as his fingers filled me. They crooked dangerously close to that spot I knew would throw me over the edge. He stretched me. Filled me with his skin. I rolled desperately into his tongue, pulling his face deeper into my body as I gripped his hair. My legs fell open farther. My thighs quivered with the need for release. Every ounce of me was flying as my back arched off the table.
“Grayson. Grayson. Gray. Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Ooooh, shit, Michelle. Keep doing that.”
I tugged on his hair, feeling him sink face-first into my dripping pussy.
Then, his fingers swiped against the beautiful spot.
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
Then, he did it again.
“Don’t stop!” I cried out.
He stroked it delicately, his tongue flicking my throbbing clit at lightning speed as my entire body shook.
My breath caught in my throat and my eyes rolled back. Grayson latched his lips around my clit as I spiraled into the edges of the abyss he tugged me towards. I bucked into his palm. Rode his fingers and braced against his lips. My heels slipped off his shoulders and my thighs fell around his cheeks, squeezing him as he chuckled into my pussy. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My body was spinning out of control in ways I’d never experienced. My legs jolted and my body pulled taut, and every ounce of me needed to take a breath before I passed out.
Was I going to pass out?
His tongue was going to make me pass out.
His lips released my clit and I collapsed to the table. I inhaled a breath of air as if my life depended on it. His fingers stayed inside of my pulsing pussy as he kissed up my slit.
Up my pelvis.
Up my stomach.