Her face clenched with the initial release, her pants coming out hard and fast. I stilled, feeling her warmth wash over my finger still halfway inside of her while I reached my other hand down to rub my cock for a hint of relief. I wanted to spread her legs open and rip that underwear right from her body. I wanted to fuck her hard and deep, watching her take every thick inch of me.
Instead, I loosened my jeans and dropped onto the bed beside her with a long sigh. I knew that Molly would be tired and possibly fall asleep, which I was fine with knowing the hours that she worked. I wanted to have more of her but there would be time for that. There was no rush even though I was throbbing painfully underneath my jeans. I looked at her, seeing her slump against the mattress as she kept breathing. “I’ll get you something to drink.” I stood and walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water as I looked at the bag of food from Marta. “Do you want some cake and ice cream?” I called out, knowing that Molly would hear me. The house wasn’t that big.
“That sounds great,” she called back and I pulled the bag out of the fridge. I cut a slice of the decadent looking cake and put it on a large plate, scooping two big scoops of ice cream over it before I grabbed a spoon with a grin on my face.
Carrying everything back to the bedroom, I saw that she was curled up on the pillows watching the door. She wasn’t dressed but did have the blanket pulled over her as she looked at me. “Thanks.”
“What for?” I asked as I set the plate on the table beside the bed and opened the water, handing it to her first.
“That felt…amazing. I have been scared of being touched for a few years now but I wanted you so much. I wanted to give myself to you that way and I am glad that I did, no matter what happens from here.” She smiled and sipped the water. “The way that you told me to wait really does make it feel good. Have you always done that with women?”
I took a slow breath and gazed at her. “Sit up. I want to feed you some of this. I might spread some of this frosting on you and suck it off, too. If you’re lucky.” Her eyes widened as she scooted up with her back on the pillows and her body covered with the throw that I kept draped over the bed.
“What?” She breathed as I took the plate and broke off a piece of the cake, dipping it into the ice cream before I fed her. She took it, moaning in delight at the taste and I got myself a generous bite.
“Damn, this is good,” I murmured as she nodded and met my eyes, the question remaining all over her face.
“Molly, I haven’t always done that. It’s something that I learned along the way; something that I enjoy. Do you?” She nodded and smiled weakly. “I’m sure you know that there’s more to it than that, but we’ll take it slow.”
“What else?” She asked as her eyes darkened. I distracted her with another bite of the cake before I tugged gently on the blanket. She let it go and I bared her to me again, watching her eyes as she fought the urge to cover herself.
“You’re beautiful. Don’t hide that,” I murmured as I dipped my finger into the ice cream and rubbed it gently over her nipple. Molly gasped at the coldness of it and pebbled against me as I smiled at her. “Have you had a finger inside of you before?”
“Yes, I have done most of everything else. I just haven’t had sex yet,” she said as I repeated the motion with her other nipple. I kept the cold going for a few moments as her body reacted strongly and she started to moan. I scooped some more cake on the spoon and fed her again, watching her lips wrap tightly around the spoon as I hardened again.
When I was ready, I spread some frosting over her nipples and hovered over her, staring into her eyes. I lowered my mouth over her, sucking the sweetness from her body hard, watching her drop her head back to moan. Her legs parted on their own, giving me a good view of the underwear that she’d fixed while I was gone. I stared down her stomach as I sucked, eating the thick frosting from her body to taste the vanilla underneath as she started to cry out.
I finished cleaning her off and moved my lips down her body, nipping and kissing gently as I gave her a good idea of where I was going. She looked at me, scared as I paused and stared back at her. “Are you okay?”
“The last time this happened…it was rough. I didn’t like it.” Anger filled me at the idea of someone ruining something so intimate and erotic for her.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her as she took a deep breath. Molly shook her head and I pressed my lips to her skin tenderly.
Chapter 16
Molly
My heart was racing as I felt him moving closer to my core. Lance did this a couple of times, but he was so rough and I never enjoyed it. I stopped him after that and I was certain that was part of what led to our demise. Robert was being so sweet, kissing me all over before he actually touched me there. His lips were so soft, tickling me as he found my inner thighs, so soft and wet. I whimpered as he traced me with his tongue and spread my folds open before breathing against me.
By the time he was finished teasing me, I was close to sobbing from the need building up inside of me. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You smell so sweet, Molly. I can’t wait to taste you.” Robert paused before he pressed his lips against my pussy,
his tongue tracing me.
I’d read a lot of erotic books since ending things with Lance, realizing that sex was supposed to be enjoyed, even revered. It probably wasn’t always like the authors presented it, but sometimes it could be. I saw that in the couples that came through the cafe, younger and older. The Smiths wouldn’t be celebrating their seventieth wedding anniversary and be so crazy about one another without some spark.
He spread me open further and sucked my clit into his mouth. I jerked as he wrapped his hands tightly around my thighs to hold me still and feasted on me aggressively, but without the pain that Lance had caused me. I wondered if he wanted me to try to hold my release, even if it felt like it was close.
My hands cupped my breasts, feeling the sticky sugar still on the skin as I squeezed. “Yes, Molly. Keep doing that.” His voice was a low hum of approval as I kept cupping them and then pinching the nipple, finding all of it to be a heady combination. “Don’t come yet.”
“Ugh…okay,” I said grumpily before he started to suck on me again, even using his teeth. “Rob…yes!” This should hurt me but it didn’t. It stirred me deep inside and I cried out as he kept going. I plucked at myself and pulled hard, adding to all the sensations.
This was moving so fast but I wanted him. I wanted him to keep taking me to the moon with the orgasms, feeling like there would never be enough. It was so foreign yet so welcome and I felt a part of me that had been hiding for so long clawing her way out.
“Now,” he said before sucking on me again, sliding a finger in as I pinched my nipples hard. I screamed this time, feeling the way I jerked and went black for a few seconds.
I remained still, catching my breath as he moved beside me, kicking off his jeans. I felt numb and closed my eyes as I breathed, feeling him kiss my hair. “You taste like honey, Molly. You taste like the sweetest honey there is.”