“What is that?” Kennedy asked, leaning up on her elbows and watching him as he crossed the room.
“Topping for my dessert,” he told her.
Kennedy’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up.
“Now, the only thing you have to do is lie there,” he told her.
She didn’t move a muscle, which he took as her permission for him to move forward. Crawling onto the bed, he urged her legs farther apart with his knees until he could kneel comfortably.
He shook the whipped cream can and popped the plastic top off of the chocolate syrup, watching her as he did.
“What? No cherries?”
“Darlin’, I don’t need cherries. I’ve got you.”
Leaning forward, Sawyer drizzled a little chocolate syrup on her nipple, then topped it off with whipped cream, watching the tip pucker. “Cold?”
“Only a little,” she whispered. “But I expect you to rectify that soon.”
Sawyer licked the toppings off her nipple and then sucked her into his mouth, loving the way she moaned his name over and over. He continued the same treatment on her other breast, then her belly. When he couldn’t take any more of the sweet stuff, he placed the bottles on the nightstand and returned to her.
“What now?”
“Now, I get to lick every inch of you and you have to lie there and take it. Think you can handle that?”
“Maybe,” she answered.
“Wrong answer,” Sawyer stated, looking around her room.
“What are you looking for now?” she asked.
“Hold that thought.” Sawyer climbed off the bed and headed for her closet. It only took a second to find what he was looking for. He grabbed three of her silk scarves, hiding them behind his back as he joined her once more.
“What did you get now?” she asked, sounding a little exasperated.
“Do you trust me, Kennedy?” he asked, meeting her gaze and holding it.
She didn’t hesitate when she answered this time. “Yes.”
“Good.” Laying two of the scarves on the bed beside her, he took the third and made his way around to the other side of the bed since she was lying across it sideways. “I’m gonna blindfold you. You okay with that?”
“Yes,” she said, a sweet smile stretching her lips.
Sawyer wasted no time tying the makeshift blindfold, covering her eyes so that she couldn’t see. He then repositioned her so that she was lying correctly on the bed, still on her back. Using the two other scarves, he secured one to her wrists, then looped the other through the first and to the headboard above her head, keeping them together so he could easily flip her onto her stomach when he was ready, admiring the way she lay completely motionless, spread out for his pleasure.
“Beautiful.”
Once again, Sawyer joined her on the bed, not intending to leave her again until after he’d buried himself inside her slick heat. But not yet. As anxious as his dick was to feel the warmth of her pussy, he wanted to taste her. And, just as he’d promised, he intended to lick her from head to toe, to drive her as crazy as she made him with merely a look.
He started by placing kisses over her lips, her nose, her eyes, never lingering for long. He swept his hands over her smooth skin, trailing his mouth down her chest, then stopping long enough to tease her nipples. But he didn’t remain in one spot, enjoying every inch of her with his lips and tongue. It wasn’t long before she was writhing, moaning his name, making his dick throb with anticipation.
When he made it to her slick folds, he suckled her for longer than he intended, savoring the taste of her, relishing the way she gripped his head with her thighs, begging and pleading for him to make her come.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
Teasing her clit with his tongue earned him a desperate cry, and when he drove two fingers into her tight pussy, Kennedy’s body clamped down on him as her orgasm took her. He could hear the surprise in her moan, but he didn’t stop, fucking her with his fingers slowly, allowing her to ride out the climax. When she settled, he resumed placing kisses along her skin, down one leg then back up the other.
“I want you to turn over,” he told her, helping her to roll onto her stomach.
When she relaxed with a sigh, Sawyer straddled her hips, using his hands to massage the muscles of her neck and shoulders, then down her back. He followed with his mouth, until once again, Kennedy was begging him for more.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, eager to hear her response.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Is that what you really want?” he asked softly, pressing his mouth to her ear. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he continued lower, teasing the sensitive tissue between her beautiful ass cheeks. “Do you want me to fuck you here, Kennedy? To slide my cock into your ass? To bury myself to the hilt right here?” He continued to tease her gently. Without lubrication, he couldn’t go too far for fear of hurting her.