Summer Sizzle (16 page)

The man with whom she had perhaps
already
fallen in love.

“I have a little surprise I think you’ll find entertaining.” His seductive whisper sent a shiver of delight rippling across her skin.

“I have a little surprise for you, too. One I think you’ll find fascinating, and I hope very exciting.” The idea had occurred to her in the shower that morning, an idea that had come to fruition when the tantalizing fragrance of his shower gel stimulated her senses.

He turned her in his arms, placed a quick kiss on her lips, then grasped her hand. “Shall we go upstairs and share our surprises?”

Blake led her into his bedroom, quickly peeled off his clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed, but Vicki didn’t hurry to get undressed. He tugged on her hand until she stood next to him. “I can’t think of a better way to spend a lazy morning than exploding in a frenzy of passion. I’ll share my surprise with you if you’re a good girl.”

Blake pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor next to his clothes. As he tongued her nipple, he thought about the brand new, unopened jar of chocolate body paint he’d brought home from Tim’s party.

“Mmm, I always try to be a good girl.” She closed her eyes as the smile curled the corners of her mouth.

His breath caught in his lungs. “I’ll definitely give you a gold star for being good. In fact, I’ll give you four gold stars out of four for being even better than incredibly good.” His voice turned raspy with his ragged breathing. “And just as soon as you get out of the rest of these clothes, I’ll let you show me just how good you are.”

“Now we come to my surprise.” She unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper, then stopped. Her sexy grin said she wanted him to finish undressing her, a task he would perform with pleasure. He tugged her jeans down her legs, she stepped out of them, and he dropped them on top of the other discarded clothes. She stood naked except for her black lace bikini panties. He paused to drink in her beauty. Her glossy chestnut hair hung almost to her shoulders, framing her delicately sculpted features. Her hazel eyes sparkled with passion. His cock already stood at full attention. His hand trembled slightly as he inched the panties down her hips.

Blake’s blue eyes widened in shock, then glowed with excitement as he sucked in a hard breath. “That’s fucking incredible! And so very sexy.” A hint of huskiness crept into his voice. “If I wasn’t already undressed and fully charged, that’s a sight that would have me rock-hard in an instant and my cock fighting to get free of my clothes. I don’t know what prompted you to do this, but I hope you keep doing it.”

Vicki had shaved her mound, leaving only the curls that formed a heart shape. The feel of the razor gliding sensually through the lather had sent tremors of excitement coursing through her body and left her pussy tingling with a newfound sensation. After rinsing away the lather and hair, she admired her handiwork in the mirror. She made a few minor touch ups, very pleased with the final results. Her inner muscles had clenched in anticipation as she imagined Blake’s reaction when he saw it.

She’d started to touch her excited clit, but stopped herself in time. No, she wouldn’t take a chance on triggering an orgasm as a result of her own touch. She wanted her first orgasm with her heart-shaped muff to be Blake’s doing. It had been all she could do to sit still and drink her coffee while waiting for the opportunity to let him uncover her little secret. And the fire of passion burning in his eyes told her how much he liked what he saw.

“I’m glad you approve.” She shivered slightly when he traced the outline of the heart with his fingertip.

He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her to him. His warm breath ruffled through the curls on her newly decorated mound. “You are so exquisite.” His words came out barely above a whisper. “If I live to be a hundred years old, and you grant me the privilege of providing you pleasure each and every day, I still won’t have my fill of you.”

A deeply felt, yet confusing emotional jolt raced through her body. His professed need was the last thing she expected to hear. And maybe the last thing she
wanted
to hear. He had already turned her carefully planned future into shambles. She hadn’t thought there was any room in her life for this kite flying beach bum with no plan for the future. But just as she needed water and air to exist, she also needed Blake Callahan to feel truly alive. Not wanting it to be so did not change that reality.

Tremors of delight washed over her when he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit. She emitted an excited moan as the sensations took control of her body. He seemed to instinctively know just how and where to touch her, when to lick, and when to suck.

Levels of intensity built on top of one another as she spiraled into her orgasm…her first orgasm with her new look. Other ideas popped into her mind—like maybe getting a seductive little tattoo on her inner thigh, nipple rings, or even a gold ring through her pussy lip. She dismissed the errant thoughts as totally impractical, except maybe clip on nipple rings, but decided to forget the piercings other than her already pierced ears. Hmm, maybe she could get one little tattoo, though.

Her knees grew weak. She wouldn’t be able to support her own weight much longer. But she didn’t want to break off the marvelous things his mouth was doing to her pussy even long enough to climb into bed.

Blake’s chest heaved with his labored breathing. No question about it. He had become totally addicted to her, to the texture of her pussy lips, to her taste, to the way her engorged clit quivered and throbbed in response to his tongue and lips, to her pussy walls wrapping his cock in a tight sheath that felt like hot, wet velvet, to her muscles tugging and squeezing his shaft…and now the heart shape shaved on her mound. Definitely the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on a woman. Sexy and classy. Not outlandish and garish like some women were with their sexual adornments.

And that was just the physical.

The way she touched his carefully guarded vulnerability stirred his closed off emotions until they rose to the surface. Forcing him to think beyond today and allowing him to get a glimpse of what tomorrow could be with the right woman.

Her body quivered as orgasmic tremors raced through her. His mouth filled with the taste he craved. The taste hers alone. He fell backward with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed and brought her with him, positioning her so she straddled his shoulders. She had shared her surprise with him, and now it was his turn. He sucked on her clit for a couple of seconds, immediately enveloped in the throes of her orgasm. She was the most exquisite woman he had ever known.

He eased his mouth away from her hot pussy. A look of disappointment flashed through her eyes.

“You’ve treated me to your surprise.” His words came out in a raspy whisper. “And it was incredible…beautiful and tantalizing. Now, it’s my turn.”

He moved her off his chest, leaned over to the nightstand, and took a jar from the drawer.

“This is the one good thing that came from Tim’s party last night.” He held the jar up for her to see and extended a wicked little grin. “Chocolate body paint.”

“Really?” Desire glowed in the depths of her eyes. She took the jar from him and read the label. “Mmm, it says it’s edible. What a delicious thought. And I know just how to serve it.”

She broke the seal on the jar, removed the lid, and sniffed the contents. “Smells good.” She took some on her finger and put it in her mouth. “Tastes good, too.”

“So, it passes your inspection? I wasn’t sure which flavor to take. Tim also had cinnamon, cherry, and mint. But I decided everyone loves chocolate.”

“Chocolate is definitely my preference.” A sexy smile lit her face. “Just relax. This won’t hurt a bit.”

Vicki slowly and sensually covered his erection with the body paint until not a speck of skin showed. Then she covered his balls. She licked her lips. His cock unadorned had been a thing of beauty from the moment she’d first seen it standing hard, thick, and tall. And now, covered in one of her favorite treats? Absolutely irresistible.

“My, my, my, that definitely looks like the kind of chocolate covered lollipop that deserves to be licked clean.”

A long slow swipe of her tongue started at the base and moved up the underside of his shaft to the tip, setting the pace for what would come next. Each lap of her tongue along his length removed a little more of the chocolate. And each foray elicited a low moan of delight from him that tantalized her senses. Blake Callahan’s chocolate covered cock…what a terrific combination of treats. A delicious late morning snack to be savored and not rushed.

Her pussy tingled with excitement as each flick of chocolate disappeared into her mouth. She ran her hands across his chest, her fingers touching the hard planes of his sculpted body. Everything about him excited her more than she thought possible, more than she believed could ever be.

Slowly, sensually, the chocolate disappeared, first from his cock, and then from his balls. His tense muscles and deep growls told her how much he enjoyed her attentions. And she loved providing him with the pleasure just as she reveled in the ecstasy he gave her.

“Hand me that jar.” Blake’s husky voice carried all the desire flowing through his body. “I see something that would taste great covered in chocolate.”

He situated her on her back in the middle of the bed, her legs spread in an inviting manner. He painted the outline of her heart shaped curls, her clit, and pussy lips, then fully covered her breasts and added an extra dollop of chocolate on each nipple. He studied his handiwork for a moment, then gave another blob of chocolate to her clit. His sexy grin appeared, a grin she adored because it said pure lust and hedonism coursed through his veins and filled his thoughts. Something that always resulted in intense multiple orgasms for her.

“That definitely looks good enough to eat.” He drew in a deep breath, held it a moment, and then slowly exhaled. “And just visualizing that heart shape in my mind is enough to make my dick stand up and beg for attention.”

He flicked his tongue along the outline, licking the chocolate away from the design. His raspy words barely made it into the open. “You are so fucking incredible…so beautiful…so exciting…” He sucked some of the chocolate from her engorged clit, then flashed her a lewd grin. “And so tasty, too.”

His words stopped when he buried his face between her legs, licking her pussy lips and sucking her clit until all the chocolate had disappeared. And each stroke of his tongue, each movement of his lips, sent orgasmic tremors through her body. Convulsive waves of total ecstasy assaulted her senses, one after another, until she didn’t know how much more her body could absorb. She became light-headed, fearing she might actually faint from the pure unbridled rapture.

Blake grabbed one of the condoms from the top of the nightstand and quickly rolled it on. He wanted to bury his cock in her inviting pussy. He
needed
it inside that hot, wet cocoon. He managed to maintain his control as he penetrated her one slow inch at a time, until his dick had become fully embedded in her tunnel. A low rumble of intense pleasure clawed its way out of his throat. No one had ever given him greater physical pleasure than she did when he made love to her. Each time became more thrilling than the last, more intense physically, more enthralling—and emotionally overwhelming.

He licked the chocolate from her breasts and sucked it from her nipples. All the while, he kept up a smooth rhythm of delving into her and pulling back, then shoving in again. She met each of his down strokes with an upward thrust of her hips. They moved in harmony, completely attuned to each other’s needs and desires. Stroke after stroke, the excitement built. He pumped harder and faster. She urged him on with her response, matching his increased level of fervor with zeal. He captured her mouth in a demanding kiss, his tongue darting in and exploring and her tongue meshing with his in an ancient mating ritual. Each flooding the other’s mouth with the tantalizing taste of chocolate.

Multiple orgasms rippled through her pussy. She tightened her hold on him, moving her legs from his hips upward to encircle his waist. Her hands played across his tautly muscled back, moving erratically each time he plunged his marvelous cock into her depths. He gave one final deep thrust, then his body shuddered with hard spasms.

They continued to make love. Sometimes in a heated frenzy of passion. Sometimes slow and loving. Sex would give way to periods of quiet togetherness, words being unnecessary. Then the embers would burst into incendiary sparks, igniting their passions again until exhaustion finally claimed them. They held each other, reveling in the blissful contentment of total and complete satisfaction.

Blake’s addiction to her had gotten another fix, but it only made him want more. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Morning, noon, and night. Anywhere and everywhere. Any way and every way. His thoughts tried to turn to what would happen when it came time for her to move on, to pursue the rest of her declared agenda of living on campus and getting her master’s degree. He shook away the thoughts. To deal with them would mean he needed to face his own future, to make a decision about returning to his faculty position as a department head at the same university.

It meant he would need to acknowledge the future and make decisions about his place in the scheme of things. He forced the confusion aside. He wasn’t ready to deal with it, at least not yet.

He pulled his still half-hard dick from her pussy and folded her in his embrace. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of contentment and desire. She exuded a passion that reached out to him. The pink flush of orgasm covered her damp face in a beauty that touched his senses on all levels. Perhaps he wasn’t ready to deal with the future yet, but he could no longer stop it from seeping into his thoughts. And the future seemed to be synonymous with Victoria Templeton.

She snuggled into his arms as naturally as if she had been doing it for years rather than barely over a week. She gently fondled his balls. He placed a tender kiss on her lips to let her know how much he enjoyed her touch. And he continued to hold her, to bask in a contentment he hadn’t known since the day his son died. It all felt so right.