Tying You Down by Cheyenne McCray

hair. “Damn, that’s good,” he said.
    She drew away and gave him an impish grin. “I have to agree. This is amazing frosting.”
    All he could get out was a grunt as she lowered her head and began sucking and licking him, and squeezing his balls. She looked at him as she went down on him, her eyes glittering in the room’s low lighting. The fact that she was watching him made everything more erotic.
    The most intense sensations he’d ever felt tightened his groin, as she’d bring him close to the brink of climax. He’d stop her so that he wouldn’t reach orgasm yet, and she’d reach for more frosting and smear it on his cock again.
    His thoughts were cloudy as she took him higher and higher until light sparked behind his eyes.
    When he knew he couldn’t take any more without climaxing, he held her head still with both hands. “Get on the bed.” It came out like an order and she smiled up at him from her kneeling position before she obeyed.
    Her thighs trembled as he pressed them apart and his throat worked as he looked at her and the soft curls between her thighs.
    “I’ve always thought you looked like a goddess.” He stroked her damp folds with two fingers and she gasped. “Even more so now.”
    He reached for the plate of chocolate cake and set it on the bed. With his hand on one of her knees, he dipped his finger in the raspberry sauce that had been dribbled in a design around the plate. He brought his finger to his mouth and looked at her as he sucked off the sauce.
    “Please.” Her eyes were wide as she watched him. “Don’t wait anymore. I want you inside me.”
    His cock ached even more as he thought about sinking deep within. She would feel so tight, so good, when he finally took her. But not yet.
    “There’s still plenty of frosting.” He slid his gaze over her beautiful body. “Where should I start?”
    She looked at him with desire and need so great that it magnified his own desire. “I need you, Tate.”
    He moved between her thighs, scooped up frosting with two fingers, and she gasped as he swept the chocolate down her slick folds. He moved so that his broad shoulders pressed her thighs apart and he lowered his head. She smelled of chocolate and woman and he tasted the sweet combination as he swiped his tongue over her clit.
     
    Jo cried out and raised her hips, unable to stop herself from clenching her thighs to the sides of Tate’s head. He placed his hands on the insides of her thighs, holding them as he licked the chocolate from her folds and sucked the soft flesh.
    She thought she was going to go out of her mind as Tate slowly and repeatedly spread chocolate on her then devoured it all. Every time she thought she was going to climax, he’d stop.
    “All out of frosting,” he murmured.
    She didn’t think she’d be so happy to have him run out. He started licking her in earnest and she felt an orgasm building inside her. The sensations whirled through her mind and body as she filled with heat and could barely think anymore.
    And then she was crying out as she shot over the peak into a climax that rocked her to her very core. Her whole body throbbed, shook, trembled, as Tate continued. She finally squirmed and clamped her thighs so that he would stop driving her crazy with every aftershock his tongue caused.
    She tried to catch her breath as he slid off the bed. Dazed, she wondered why he was leaving her, then saw that he was getting something out of the wallet that was in his jeans. He pulled out a foil packet and tossed his wallet aside.
    He stood at the foot of the bed, tore open the packet, and drew the condom out. The packet fluttered to the floor. She watched in anticipation as he slowly and deliberately began to roll the condom down his cock. She swallowed, watching his movements, then meeting his gaze and seeing the desire in his eyes.
    Desire, and something more. Something she couldn’t read, or maybe didn’t want to read.
    The next thing she knew he was kneeling