Page 104 of Cruel Embers
It’s been too long, and I intend on worshipping her and then some.
“Are you finished?” I ask, my voice deep.
She pushes her plate away. “Yeah, it was lovely, but I’m stuffed.”
“Not too stuffed, I hope.” I wiggle my brows as I reach out and stack the plates, lowering my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Because I plan on ensuring you are well and truly stuffed.”
Unable to help myself, I suck her earlobe between my teeth.
“Oh, Jesus,” she says breathlessly as I carry our plates into the kitchen.
Opening the freezer, I pull out the carton of ice cream and grab a spoon.
She downs the rest of her wine like a sailor as I hold out my hand, and then I lead her to her bedroom.
“As cute as you are in that onesie, it needs to come off.”
I place the ice cream on the bedside table as she begins unzipping and stepping out of it.
No bra, just a lacy pair of knickers.
Undoing the buttons of my shirt, I toss it on the floor.
“Lose the knickers.”
I swear she takes her time on purpose, knowing it drives me wild, before tossing the underwear at my face. I catch it in one hand and bring it to my nose.
“I’ve missed the smell of your cunt.”
Vi squeezes her thighs together. I love how turned on she gets when I’m vulgar.
Stepping into her space, I palm her jaw and pull her in for a kiss. When I draw back, her eyes are still closed, breathing heavy, those rosy nipples erect and begging me to taste them, so I do.
“Do I have your permission to play?”
Her eyelashes flutter open. “Yes.”
“Good, now lay on the bed, Tink.”
When I came here, I’d hope she’d forgive me, but this having her beneath me is the cherry on top.
“Put your eye mask on.”
She reaches onto her pillow and again does so without question, which only turns me on more.
Removing the lid from the ice cream, I get a spoonful, straddle Violet's legs, and then bring it to her mouth.
“Open up.”
Parting her lips, I slip in the spoon, and she sucks off the ice cream with a moan.
“Are you ready for me to worship you now?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Epilogue
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