Oh, fuck.
Though he was the one standing there in only an apron and boxers, I quickly became the one at his mercy. He hadn’t needed to wear the apron, but he’d done it for me. Now all I wanted to do was return the favor in any way he wanted it, and if being on my knees was what he desired, then I’d do it.
I lowered myself, keeping my eyes glued to his as my knees met the ground. I opened my mouth and he brought his finger to my tongue, letting me close my lips around the digit.
Was it wrong that I wished I was sucking something else of his instead?
“That taste good, baby?”
I hummed, nodding as I took his finger the slightest bit deeper.
After it was licked clean, he removed his finger again. He eyed me, then dipped back into the bowl, but instead of staying where he was, he casually crossed the kitchen, leaning back against the wall. He watched me from where he stood, hunger shining in his eyes.
But it wasn’t hunger for the icing or the cinnamon rolls or any of that.
It was for me.
“Crawl to me.”
My palms lowered to the ground, and slowly, I prowled toward him, never once removing my eyes from his.
He watched every movement, his stance nonchalant, like he had all the time in the world to visually devour me.
Like nothing else mattered but me.
I stopped once I was right in front of him, removing my palms from the ground to perch up on my knees.
“Now be a good girl and suck my finger like you wish it was my cock.”
My lips parted, wrapping around his finger again, but instead of stopping at the knuckle, I took his finger all the way in, letting the tip of it hit the back of my tongue.
I liked to think men had big hands for a reason, and this was one of them.
My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, my tongue twisting and twirling around him, and my mouth ached to be full. Sucking his finger was fine, but I wanted more.
My mouth slid off of him. “I want more.”
“Oh, yeah?” he questioned. “How much more?”
“You. All of you. Inside me.”
He reached down, hooking his hands under my armpits, and hauled me up so that I was standing before him.
“Inside you here?” he asked, running a finger over my lips. He trailed down my jaw, over my chest, and past the hem of my shorts. His touch sent goosebumps down my thighs as he shoved the leg of my shorts aside and slid his hand up to my pussy.
I knew he felt how utterly soaked I was.
“Or here?”
“Both.” The word came out like a plea.
“My finger not enough for you, baby?”
I wanted to whimper at the thought of him filling me with his dick instead. “I want more.” It wasn’t just the sex I wanted more of with him, it was everything else, too. I wanted this to be more than what it was, and with us crossing this line, it solidified us. “As long as you do, too.”
He brought his hand to my cheek, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’ve just been waiting for you to say the words.”
In an instant, his hands came around my waist, lifting me up so that I had to wrap my legs around him. He started walking, aiming for my bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind him, then crossed to the bed. My ass landed on it with a slight bounce. Now sitting in front of him, he reached behind his back to undo the knot on the apron, quickly pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground. I didn’t hesitate as I shoved his boxers down, his dick springing free.
My hand gripped the base of it as I darted my tongue out to lave up the drop that beaded at the tip.
“Fuck, Sage. I could get off on you doing that alone.”
Satisfaction surged through me with the effect I had on him. I was glad I wasn’t the only one completely gone at the moment.
My lips wrapped around the head of his dick as I slowly pulled it deeper into my mouth, my movements slow as I took my time with him.
He was gentle as he wrapped his hands in my hair, not to hold me in place, but to make it easier for me to enjoy him without the strands getting in the way.
My hand pumped him in rhythm with my mouth, my tongue flat against the underside of his dick. He cursed, pulling my head back so that my mouth released him. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I haven’t had sex in a few years, but I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too—” He angled my head to look up at him as his eyes widened. “Wait, years? When you told me about the orgasms before, I assumed you’d still been having sex.”
I nodded. “Not since…”
