“It really is, maybe you should have some more.” Her cupcake-covered hand shot out at a speed that would have made any wide receiver proud, and she smeared the icing across my face from cheek to cheek.
She smiled and laughed, picking up the half of the cupcake that had fallen to the counter and adding to the face mural she’d started. Her laughs were punctuated with snorts that made it hard to stop my own grin.
I dragged my thumb across my face and into my mouth. “Say what you will, it was worth it.”
“You’re the worst.” Her eyes sparkled with laughter.
“I have my moments.” I stooped down and picked her towel off the floor. Now that there was no longer an imminent threat of death, the picture in front of me was too tempting to turn away from. A naked, sugar-coated Zara.
“You dropped this.” I dangled the cloth from my fingers.
She reached for it, lifting the corner of her mouth still smeared with icing.
I jerked my arm back, keeping it out of her grasp. I raked my gaze across every bare inch of her. My pulse pounded, fueled by a sugar high and headed straight to my cock.
Her lips pursed and she made another play for the towel.
But I was faster.
Her gaze narrowed and she tried to fake me out, but I saw it coming from a mile away—until I didn’t. She planted her lips on mine and the towel was forgotten, falling from my fingers as I wrapped my arm around her waist, and tugged her against me.
The natural sweetness of her lips was multiplied by the B&B treat.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair.
My back hit the fridge, rattling the contents inside, but I didn’t stop kissing Zara. I palmed her ass, lifting her, until she got my intention and wrapped her legs around my waist—not before unbuckling my pants like a quick-change artist.
But I’d never been happier for her speedy fingers than when the seam of her pussy teased the head of my cock through my boxers. The hot, wet heat of her sent my pulse pounding like an offensive line returning a punt.
Her happy sigh sent shivers down my spine. It was a sound I’d never tire of hearing. Music to my fucking ears. Snagging my wallet from my pants pocket halfway down my thighs, I slipped a condom out.
Zara kissed her way along my jaw, probably getting the rest of the icing from my skin.
I put just enough space between us to shove down the waistband of my boxers and roll the condom on. The driving need to be inside her was only second to staring into her eyes and feeling how much she needed this too.
Shifting our weight, I cradled her ass and ran my other hand along her neck. “You’re beautiful, Gingersnap.”
She lifted her head and stared into my eyes. A fiery desire, her sweet lips, everything about her made me never want to let her go.
“I need you, Leo. Now. Don’t make me wait.” Always so demanding.
We were at each other’s throats in a completely different way now. Burying my face in her neck as her pussy clenched around me and her fingers yanked at the hair at the nape of my neck. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Being inside you and making you come are my two favorite new hobbies.”
She covered my mouth with hers. Her soft lips and the nips from her teeth drew a shudder out of me.
I tightened my grip on her. My fingers clenched, shudders racing up and down my spine. The neighbors would probably knock to find out if we needed help moving any furniture, but that wasn’t going to stop me.
Spinning around, I pinned her against the wall. Canting my hips and hitching her legs up higher, holding under her knees and thrusting, I powered into her and drank down every moan from her lips. Sweat rolled down my back. I’d never been happier for those grueling gym sessions and weekly basketball games. The threads of me were fraying. Zara’s body and touch were ripping me apart at the seams.
“Leo!” She threw her head back, staring into my eyes with a look teetering on the edge of shock and awe. Her pussy clenched around me as every muscle went rigid, her back arching off the wall.
I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I exploded into her, filling the latex between us. Spots danced in front of my eyes and I pinned us both to the wall, slowly letting her legs down and wondering if this was what it felt like seconds before your heart exploded.
Panting, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, I kissed her with a Super Bowl-wide grin on my face. I was crazy about this woman. I was batshit, losing my mind crazy about her. A lump lodged in my throat at the sobering thought.
Her eyes opened and she smiled back at me, pushing away those scary, crazy fears that rushed in right behind the tide of endorphins.
“And that’ll teach you to steal my cupcake.” She let out a wrung-out chuckle and loosened her arms around my neck.
“In the spirit of full honesty…” I rubbed my nose against hers, maintaining eye contact. “I brought another half dozen cupcakes. They’re on the chair under my coat. Freshly made today.” I leaned out of smacking range and used my finger to close her slack jaw.
Her face morphed from shock to outrage to a bright wide smile. “You jerk, you did that on purpose.” She shoved at my chest, laughing and searching for her towel.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t keep us pinned against the wall for the foreseeable future, exploring her body, and sating this growing need for her touch. We’d have to eat at some point. Neighbors probably wouldn’t appreciate the round-the-clock sex Olympics. And there was always the job we needed to get done.
Snagging the towel off the floor, I held it out to her. “I can’t say it didn’t work out well for both of us. We even got to share the cupcake.”
“I’m not sharing the new ones. They’re all mine.” She rushed out of the kitchen to the chair, knocking my coat onto the floor and grabbing the box.
“Oh no, you don’t.” I raced after her, ready for a rematch on the counter, floor, or wherever else she’d have me.
With lightning speed, she stole a cupcake from the box in a mad dash for the bedroom. “It’s mine. I deserve it.” She snuck a glance over her shoulder, taking a bite of the blue icing top.
“You’re going to pay for that, thief!”
She crossed the threshold to the bedroom. “The things you promise me.”
I stalked into the room.
On the bed without her towel, she peeled off the paper and took a huge bite of one side.
I crawled onto the bed and tugged her down off the pillows by her ankle.
She held the cupcake up high like that would be enough to keep me away.
Our game of cat and mouse was one we’d both win. Over, and over, and over again.
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Zara
I traced my finger down his chest, hiding my smile as I circled the flat disk of his nipple, letting it pebble under
“You’re teasing again.” my touch. We’d had no trouble getting dirty again after a shower.
I pushed up from his body, pressing my palm against his chest. “I thought you liked it.”
“It drives me fucking crazy.” He palmed my ass, kneading and squeezing the supple flesh I’d never thought of as particularly sexy until he couldn’t keep his hands off it.
“That’s the point.” I nipped at his pec.