Layers Peeled by Lacey Silks

his hands on the counter, one at each side
of my hips. His rigid cock poked my belly through the fabric, and I
felt my knees soften.
    “I will ask
again, and only once. What is it that I can do for you, Allie?”
    Truthfully, my
whole plan had just gone up in flames. I had set the flicker when I
prepared for this evening, but Tristan had added gasoline the
moment he stepped into the kitchen. The burning effect dripped on
the inside of my leg. What was it that I wanted to ask him? Why the
charade?
    “Make love to
me,” I said.
    “Tsk, tsk,
tsk.” He shook his head sideways. “We make love in bed. The kitchen
and anything outside the bedroom are meant for fucking.” Tristan’s
hand slid to the side of the counter. My gaze followed the talented
fingers I so badly needed inside me. He lifted a spoonful of
melting ice cream to his mouth, saying, “Good, rough, merciless
fucking.”
    Tristan licked
the spoon clean and hovered closer. When his lips curled around the
metal, I wished I could be could be that scoop. He lowered the
utensil to the counter, and the coolness of his breath skimmed my
face. My eyes closed, and his frozen lips touched my heated mouth.
I felt him melt against me, my body molding to his, wishing those
damn pajama bottoms were off. Tristan twisted his hips to the side
to make room for his growing erection. His hands cupped my face,
and then slowly glided down to my shoulders. The sweetness of
chocolate and cream filled my mouth as Tristan’s commanding tongue
spread my lips, claiming me. I gave into the invasion, mellowing in
his arms, feeling my hands begin to shake and palms twitch for
more. What was he doing to me?
    Tristan’s
thumbs circled my collarbone before sliding down my arms to my
hips. He pulled away, lifting me up onto the counter. One good look
at his broad muscular shoulders and strong arms, and everything
inside me tightened into a knot only he could release. My chest
heaved from the kiss that left me breathless. My lungs couldn’t
fill fast enough to be satisfied, and all I could think about was
him, inside me, quickly.
    The scar on
Tristan’s lip lifted and his lazy look that oozed sexy held a hint
of satisfaction. Why was he satisfied? What was his plan?
And for a brief second I remembered why I had come into the
kitchen. But the thought disappeared when Tristan brought another
spoon of ice cream to his mouth and, supporting me on my back,
insisted I lie on the counter. The surface cooled my ignited body
temporarily. My feet rested on the edge of the counter, knees
spread apart. The pendant lights above me flickered as if sensing
that a surge of electrical ecstasy was about to outshine them.
    I jerked up at
the shock of his frozen tongue against my heated flesh. But the
temperature difference only made me more aware of him there. And I
couldn’t believe how quickly the heat of my folds overpowered his
cooled mouth. Another sensation of freezing cold, right on my tip,
jolted my body upward, but Tristan pinned my hips to the counter.
“No spilling on the floor.”
    I lifted my
head to look down at the fresh blob of ice cream on my waxed area
just as it began spreading.
    The dessert
melted and flowed down to where Tristan’s fingers played with my
opening. His mouth finally returned to my folds, licking back and
forth, sucking on the juices of my desires and chocolate. His hands
dug deeper under my ass as his tongue probed my wet entrance.
    I planted my
palms on the counter, searching with my fingers for something to
grip or hold onto, but the surface was barren.
    Tristan
kneaded my bottom with his fingers, every squeeze lurking closer to
the center. Feeling his palms near the one virgin hole on my body
made me tense, but I couldn’t deny that my curiosity was growing. I
slid my hips to the edge of the counter to give him better access.
My feet lifted to rest on his wide shoulders, and he didn’t miss a
beat in licking me clean, and then ventured deeper and further to
the rim of