Page 22 of Midsummer Masquerade
The way Tobias is staring at me like I’m the dessert he has in mind has my pulse racing and stomach clenching in anticipation, because that is something I very much want. Because his tongue and that mouth excel when it comes to oral, and I wonder if he knows how talented he is when it comes to eating pussy.
Of course he does.
“Ice cream?” he offers, ghosting his mouth across mine, his hands on either side of the granite surface. I can think of something else I’d like to eat for dessert. The soft cotton t-shirt I’m wearing sticks to my back, and just like that, I’m a sweaty mess again.
“Yes, please,” I croak out in response.
He chuckles like he knows exactly where my mind just went and pushes away, sauntering over to the freezer.
“Which flavour?” he asks, glancing back at me over his shoulder.
“Hmm, all of them,” I reply, chewing on my lower lip.
“All of them, huh?” He smiles and retrieves the three tubs from the bottom drawer of the freezer. His hands look so big in comparison.
I love that he doesn’t judge me. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to finish them all, but it’s nice to have options.
He comes back with tubs in hand and puts them down beside me.
“Do you want a bowl and or just a spoon?” he asks, his cold fingers stroking my bare arm, eliciting a shiver from me.
I lick my lips. “Just a spoon, please,” I reply breathlessly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” His large hands grip my hips, and he lifts me onto the counter. I automatically part my legs, and he steps in between them.
“What is it with you and this counter?” I ask, stifling a giggle as he reaches over to grab a spoon from the cutlery drawer.
“Bigger the counter, better the spread,” he says as he leans in and kisses my neck.
“Oh fuck.” I reach out and hold on to his hips, wrapping my legs around his waist. Those wicked lips and tongue are a teasing caress.
“Now, do you want to pick which flavour first, or are you going to let me choose and that way we can have a little fun?” he asks, showing a side to him I very much like seeing.
“You choose,” I reply, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my neck.
“Good girl.”
He sucks on the skin just below my ear, and I groan as his fingers dance over my thighs.
I swear he has the power to ruin me.
His lips move to the corner of my mouth, but quickly retreat, and I let out a moan of displeasure.
“Now,” he says. “I want you to close your eyes while I feed you dessert.”
I’m not sure if there’s a hidden innuendo there, but I’m happy to play along.
“Okay.”
I watch as he takes off the lids on all of the ice cream, and then he tuts.
“No peeking. Close your eyes, sweet cheeks.”
Swallowing a mixture of excitement and nerves, I do as he requests and let my eyelids flutter closed, listening intently as he shuffles beside me.
“Okay, now open up.”
I part my lips slightly, and he lets out a deep laugh.
