Page 51 of Fierce-Baker

She’d be treated to it all because he was not only a starving man, but one on a mission.

That mission was to get her to come undone in his hands.

The taste of her was a nectar he’d been denying himself for way too long. Sweet, juicy, plump and all his.

His thumb and finger moved to her other breast, pinched her, plucked her like she was fresh fruit just waiting for his enjoyment.

His mouth moved side to side, giving them both equal attention, making her hips lift, her body burn, her cries ready to escape between her lips.

Her fingers dug into his waist as she lifted and ground against him. Trying to get herself there before he was ready.

“Oh no,” he said. “No cheating.”

“Then stop teasing,” she growled.

“Teasing is part of the fun.”

“Fun later, sex now or I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Heard,” he said, inching his way down, his thumbs hooking into her open shorts and pulling them down with her underwear.

She wasn’t bare. She was trimmed nice and neat, as if she took special care to give him a treat with her little design.

He’d admire it later because the way her nails were digging into his shoulders said she’d be drawing blood soon.

Damn, he hadn’t expected her to be this impatient.

Not that he was complaining.

Her thighs spread wide, his eyes dropped, then his mouth. Just a light kiss on her little mound, then he spread her wide. Here she was bare.

She was wet and glistening and calling out his name.

Tempting him to not just take a taste, a lick or even a nibble, but to go headfirst in, full throttle and make her scream.

He went right for the target in front of him, the tip of his tongue bouncing off her swollen, tender flesh, licking a little, tapping some more.

She was wiggling around, squirming and lifting, but he’d shift just out of reach.

Her snarl was enough to tell him he better not do it again.

Or maybe it was the way her hands went into his hair and held his head in place right where she wanted it.

Where she wanted him.

He gave it to her.

He closed his lips around her bud, he sucked in tight, she let out a screech and he did it again.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Right there. Stay right therrrrrrrrrrrre!”

Not like he had much of a choice, but he was fine with her command.

More so when she came.

When she throbbed, and her nails dug into his scalp.

He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until she let him know she was done.