Page 24 of Midsummer Masquerade
Yes, please.
I raise my hips, giving him enough access to tug them down my thighs and legs, letting them fall at his feet.
My skin raises in goosebumps from the cool surface beneath my naked arse.
“Now, lie back.”
Fuck, I love the way he takes charge. I gasp as he tugs me forward, right where he wants me.
“I hope you have no other plans for the rest of the weekend,” he tells me, scooping some ice cream onto the spoon. “Because I plan on keeping you here for the next two days, pretty much in this state.”
He bends down, peppering kisses over my flushed skin.
“Big words,” I reply, raising a brow.
He chuckles as he smothers the ice cream over my nipple, causing me to arch up into him.
“Challenge accepted.”
Anticipation crackles in the air as he gives me a playful smirk right before his mouth clamps over my breast, his tongue laving up the ice cream.
Chapter 13
Tobias
It’s so warm in here, the ice cream is already beginning to melt. Which is giving me the perfect consistency for what I have in mind.
Coating the back of the spoon, I swirl it over her pert nipples. She gasps, and I love the way her skin pebbles with goosebumps as I trail a path of creamy goodness from between her breasts, down to her lower stomach.
“Did you know you always smell of summer? You remind me of summer fruits—strawberries, specifically?” I lower my mouth to her breast and blow over her erect nipple. “I’ve always imagined what you’d taste like, did you know that?”
“No,” she says breathlessly, her voice strained.
My mouth clamps over her stiff peak, and I lave it with my tongue before releasing it with a soft pop. Then I give her other nipple the same attention.
“And do you know what else?” I ask, looking up at her as she stares down at me, eyes glazed over as she watches me with rapt attention.
“What?”
“You taste better than any fantasy my mind could ever conjure.”
“I do?” she asks, her chest rising and falling with each inhale.
I nod and move the spoon lower, the melted ice cream hovering just over her clit. Her pupils are blown wide as she watches me with trepidation as it drips over her centre.
“Fuck,” she says on a gasp, bucking at the contact.
“Hmm, soon. But first, I need to enjoy my sweet treat.”
Snatching up one of the popping candy sachets, I rip it open with my teeth and sprinkle it over the melted ice cream, where it begins to crackle and pop.
I slowly lick up the remnants, a tingling sensation spreading over my tongue and mouth.
“Oh fuck, Tobias,” she says, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pinching my scalp in the process, yet with no fucks given. She was made for me.
I take my sweet arse time licking, sucking, savouring until I completely reach her centre. This time I sprinkle the popping candy directly over her exposed clit.
She bucks up into my mouth as I clamp down hard over her piercing, flicking it with my tongue, all the while the candy is going off like tiny fireworks.
