Page 51 of One Winter Knight
Chapter Thirteen
Carlos
“That was delicious, thank you.” Fiona set her coffee cup on the nightstand next to our abandoned breakfast plates.
“It was eggs and toast.” I snuggled into her, in the big bed, the sheets soft against my skin.
She kissed me as she curled into me. “It was still wonderful. I haven’t had breakfast in bed in ages.”
“I feel like today is a good day for that.” I looked out the window at the grey weather. It felt like a good day for a lazy morning. I kissed her neck. “You know… we have the villa to ourselves right now.”
Dusty was at sound check, Saoirse was hitting the slopes, and Hale was dominating the half-pipe.
“I could have you for breakfast.” My kisses went lower and lower as I got completely under the covers.
“Oh, eat me for breakfast, Pumpkin,” she breathed.
I tugged off her cute pajamas, ones that matched Saoirse’s. No panties? Better for me.
Her peppermint scent turned sweet with arousal as I kissed her thighs. Oh, how I loved those milky, meaty thighs. I just wanted togobble them up.
Though I’m sure she’d prefer it if I munched on something else.
I gave her thigh a little nibble.Just a taste.
“Carlos,” she squealed, swatting my head.
“You are delectable,” I told her in Spanish as my nibbles and kisses worked up to the neat strip of red curls framing her creamy center.
Spreading her legs apart, I buried my face in her pussy, her peppermint sweetness greeting me, as if to sayeat me up.Her peppermint candy scent grew even sweeter with arousal as I lapped up her juices.
Fiona’s hands curled in my hair. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“You make the best breakfast, Mi Reina.” I teased her clit with my tongue. A squeal of delight reached my ears. “Mmmm, tasty.” Giving her clit another lick, I continued feasting on her, taking my time.
She wiggled with impatience.
I nipped her thigh. “I’m still eating.”
“Such a tease,” she grumbled, using my hair to steer me where she wanted.
“I’m just worshiping my queen properly. Mybossyqueen,” I teased.
Peppermint-y slick, the extra lubrication only omegas made, mixed with her juices, creating a sweet cocktail for me to enjoy. Her impatience made me slow down. Hands on her thighs, I wrote a love letter to her with my tongue, until an orgasm shot through her.
She gasped. “That feels so good.”
“Mmmm, come all over my face,” I murmured, not bothering to stop. “I love making you come.”
An impatient noise escaped her lips. “Give me your dick.”
“Not yet.” Switching from love letters to romantic poetry with my tongue, I also slid a single finger inside her.
She gasped, her scent continuing to be sweet with need. “More.”
I added a finger, pumping them in and out of her, as I continued to lavish her sweet pussy with my tongue’s full attention.
“You are so wet for me, Mi Reina. I can’t wait to slide into you.” I added another finger. “Come again, so I can fuck you.” My cock was hard and ready, pressing against my pajama pants.
