He stared at me again in the same way he had on the couch. Like there was something he wanted to say. But then he released my hand and turned his attention back to his food.
When I finished my food and my second glass of wine, I was stuffed.
Max looked over the table at me, his green eyes glinting with wickedness. "How about dessert?"
All my girly parts fired up to full throttle. I stood. "Let me."
I walked over to the bar area where our server had left the tray of food. I picked up one of the lava cakes with whipped cream. Because it had been sitting, the whipped cream was liquefied, but that was okay.
I walked over to the table, setting the cake on it and looking down at Max. "Lava cakes are messy. Maybe you should take your clothes off."
He stood and tugged me close to him. "I will if you will."
"I will. You first."
He stripped, and I marveled at his sexy body. I wanted to spread chocolate and whipped cream over every inch of him and lick it off. I started by brushing chocolate onto his lips and then licking and kissing it off. He groaned, and when I stepped away, his dick, which had already been filling, was now at full staff. I longed to straddle him and take him inside my body, but I ignored my need, focusing on worshiping this man's perfect body.
Dipping my fingers in the chocolate and whipped cream, I ran them down his chest, following with my mouth, licking the sweetness off his warm skin.
I watched his eyes as I scooped up more of the dessert. They were hot with desire. Desire for me.
I lowered down to my knees, looking up at him. “Mmm.”
He groaned. “I might just come from watching you kneeled in front of me.”
“Not until I get a taste.” I ran the chocolate along the length of his dick, swirling it around his tip.
“Jesus fuck, Amelia.” His head fell back.
I took him in hand and then slid him deep into my mouth. I was going to consume every inch of this man. I was going to get my fill. As much as I wanted more, I knew it was impossible, so I needed to make memories that would last a lifetime.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Max
I wasn't supposed to be fucking Amelia again. I told myself I wouldn't. But here I was, surrendering to her sexy, hot mouth. And later, I would be inside her tight pussy again. How could I not be? This woman was smart and sweet and funny, and I wanted more of her.
I was supposed to be filling out annulment papers but couldn't bring myself to broach the subject. When she joked about our drunken marriage, I thought she was bringing it up. At the very least, she gave me an opening. But I didn't take it. I didn't want to take it. This was what I wanted. Spending time with her and talking and touching. She was a drug, and I was now hooked.
Her lips sucked on my dick, and she made “mmm” sounds that vibrated along my shaft. I watched my dick as it disappeared into her pretty pink mouth. Jesus, it was sexy.
I threaded my fingers through her wild hair and moved my hips with her. I was in a fucking fantasy. I wanted this moment to go on and on, but it was too exciting, too erotic. I flew like a shooting star toward oblivion.
“Fuck!” I yelled out as I bucked forward and exploded into her mouth. She continued to suck and lick my cock until I worried that I wouldn't have any more to give her. But I didn't have to fuck her to please her.
She looked up at me with a smug, satisfied grin. She ran her tongue around her lips, licking off my cum and chocolate. My dick twitched, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I'd be able to get inside her. But in the meantime, it was my turn for dessert.
I stripped her and set her on the table. I coated both hands with the chocolate and covered her tits. I leaned over, sucking her nipple. Good Christ, she tasted divine. Chocolate covered Amelia was my new favorite dessert.
I smoothed the chocolate over her belly, licking the goodness off her silky skin. Finally, I reached her pussy. I covered it in chocolate and then devoured her. She moaned and arched and urged me on. My dick was now at full tilt, wanting to be inside her. But I waited, using my tongue to drive her up and up until she cried out and her pussy juice coated my mouth. Yes, chocolate covered Amelia was my favorite dessert.
I straightened and gripped her hips. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes.” Her hands settled over mine. I jerked forward, thrusting in until I was as deep as I could possibly go. What was it about this woman that made me need her so desperately? That no amount of sex seemed to quench my thirst for her?
A part of me wanted to slow things down. Take my time. Offer tenderness. But I was so filled with desire that I couldn’t rein it in. I fucked her like a madman.
“Max!” She arched, and her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard, I saw stars as she took me flying with her. We moved and moved until the waves of pleasure fell to a ripple and then subsided.