Yours to Savor (49 page)

“Ice,” he murmured.

She blinked. “What?”

“Ice,” he repeated, turning to the fridge. “We need ice.” He pointed at her. “Stay right there.”

Suddenly he lifted off her, letting his jeans fall to the floor as he stood, glorious in his nudity. He moved to the fridge, his muscles flowing like running water. Sandra dipped her head to one side to peer at him through a fallen tuft of hair. When he opened the freezer door and reached in, his glutes contracted to give her a stupendous view of his butt—along with the massive erection jutting out on the other side.

When he turned back, he held a tray of ice cubes in one hand. “I thought of these at first,” he told her, his voice hoarse with desire, “but then I found something even better.” His other hand emerged, and he had a tub of butterscotch ice cream in it.

Sandra stood up and sauntered toward him, swinging her hips and bringing her shoulders back. “And,” she said in a sultry voice, “what do you intend to do with that?”

She gasped when Brandon pressed the frozen bucket to her belly. Her entire body erupted in instant goose bumps, and she stepped back. But, Brandon stopped her by stepping on her toes. The warmth was such an unexpected, welcome sensation—especially in contrast to the frigid cold of the ice cream bucket—that Sandra didn’t know whether to stand still and savor it or jerk back and get the ice away from her skin.

Brandon solved her dilemma by lifting the bucked off and then yanking her toward him with one arm. Heat flared from Brandon’s torso into the spot where the ice cream had been, and his cock pressed tight against her flesh. Sandra wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around him, welcome him inside her, and steal all his warmth.

When the damned ice cream bucket made its return against her lower back, the gasp that tried to emerge from her throat was muffled by Brandon’s mouth crushing hers.

“I love how your skin tightens in the cold,” he said, running his free hand down her side before letting it linger on her ass. “And your breasts become even more beautiful with your nipples hard like that. Get me a spoon. I want to feast on this ice cream from all over your delicious body.”

He spun Sandra around and gave her a little push, chuckling when she staggered the first few steps.
Well, it’s freaking hard to keep your balance with half your body scorched from heat and the other half frozen by a glacier!

Sandra stepped over to the drawer, all-too-aware of the rabid gaze of the man standing behind her.
That
little detail did not help her balance, either. She dug two spoons out, and felt Brandon at her back. “I swear to God,” she started, “if you put that damn bucket near me one more time, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Scream?” Brandon’s tone was amused, but nearly mocking. “You know how I love to hear you scream. Now turn around, and lean back.”

Sandra gave him her sultriest smile. “Make me!” she challenged smugly.

“With pleasure.” Brandon grabbed her and spun her around, forcing her against the counter, the ice cream forgotten on the floor as he pressed himself into her and lowered his mouth to her neck, his cock feeling like absolute sin as it throbbed into the soft skin of her stomach. He took the spoons from her clamped fist and lifted her up, hefting her onto the floury kitchen counter. His kisses made their way down her neck, to her breasts, and she tangled her hands in his hair and moaned as his teeth scraped her sensitive nipples. Overcome by need once more, she reached down to guide his cock into her—but on her first touch, Brandon stepped back.

“Not yet,” he whispered. The tease of being so close drove Sandra crazy with desire. Brandon leaned down, grabbed the bucket, and scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. He trailed it around Sandra’s lips, but when she opened her mouth to taste it, he flipped the spoon upside down and let the dessert drop to her chest.

The sudden bit of cold made her gasp again. But, at the same time, there was a certain erotic thrill to feeling the cold, sticky trail it made as it floated down her breasts. Brandon lowered his head to just above her navel and opened his mouth to scoop the floating piece of ice cream in. Then, he licked his way up the middle of Sandra’s body, causing her to shudder in the sensual sensation.

The next two scoops were placed on each of her breasts. Brandon teased her further by swirling the cool metal spoon around her nipples. Sandra moaned and leaned back, easing herself up fully onto the counter. With a hand on her chest, Brandon pushed her down to lie flat on the surface, and lowered another scoop onto her bellybutton before slurping it off with his tongue.

Sandra couldn’t help herself. The anticipation was too much to bear. She grabbed his head with both hands, and forced his mouth to the throbbing warmth between her legs.

Brandon didn’t tease this time. His tongue darted out and he feasted on her swollen clit. Ripples of pleasure tore through Sandra as his tongue lapped against her, and when his fingers joined in, working in and out at the same time as he licked her hard nub, she moaned and writhed and trembled without control or restraint.

“Yes, just like that, Brandon. Just like that. Oh, Brandon!” she moaned. Her fingers wound in his hair, her knuckles grew white with how hard she gripped. Brandon continued working his magic on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to climax. But just when Sandra started to feel the oncoming rush, she clamped her legs together and pushed back. “I want you inside me,” she begged. “I want to feel your hard cock in me when I come. Not your tongue. Not your fingers. Your cock.
Please.
”

Brandon grunted his consent, straightening above her. Sandra had never seen his eyes as wide or dark as they were then. He wasted no time opening her legs and thrusting in.

After the skillful ministrations of Brandon’s tongue, one deep lunge was all it took to send her over the edge. She came around him hard, her legs trembling, her insides clenching, and her entire body recoiling in the most glorious orgasm of her life.

Brandon looked down at his beautiful woman as she fluttered back to him. The sight of her trembling body as he stayed deep inside drove him fucking crazy with desire. The feel of the little shivers that ran through her as the last rippling waves of orgasm washed away made him want nothing more than to lose control and pound into her hard and fast.

But knowing how intense her orgasm had been made him hold back. So, he stayed still, savoring the tight warmth around his dick, that moment of intimate connection between them.

Sandra tilted her head up and lazily opened heavy-lidded eyes. A long time passed as Brandon just looked at her, feasting on the two sparkling pools of beauty behind those lids. Suddenly, a wicked gleam erupted in Sandra’s eye, and she sprang to life, pushing herself up.

“I want to make you feel what you make me feel,” she told him as she dropped to her knees. Her small fingers wrapped around his cock, and Brandon heaved out a labored breath as her tongue darted out to flick at the head.

“You already do, babe.”

“No. I want to do it like this.” She kept her eyes up, on him, and started making low sounds of pleasure as she began stroking him with one hand, up and down, while taking the tip of his penis in her succulent lips. Brandon felt the pleasure building inside as her other hand reached up to massage his balls. Her cheeks hollowed with every wet suckling noise she made, and Brandon lost himself as he let Sandra take control.

His breathing became faster, more ragged. Later, when his eyes rolled up and back arched to expose himself to her, Sandra clutched at him and pumped even faster with her fist. “Ah… Sandra…!” Brandon’s orgasm ripped through him, the pleasure pooling and exploding all at once, and his body shook with the ferocity of his release. He let out a triumphant roar as he scorched everything over Sandra’s eyes, her nose, her mouth.

Staggering, he leaned forward, grasping at the counter for support. He felt Sandra take the head of his penis into her mouth, and shuddered again when she licked the remains of his cum off. He opened his eyes to look down at her. As she looked up at him, he saw that
her
eyes were still drowning in desire.

And at that moment he knew, in the deepest, most irrevocable part of his psyche, that no matter what happened in the future, he would never be able to get enough of Sandra.

Chapter Thirty-Two

The rest of the night came together just as Sandra had dreamed. After taking a hot, steamy shower with Brandon, she finally got properly dressed. Both of them were so hungry that they had no time to clean up the kitchen. In the dining room, Sandra served him the meal she’d prepared. Brandon told her he loved it, saying it in such a way that Sandra felt especially appreciated. It made all her effort worthwhile.

After dinner, they settled in front of the roaring fireplace, where Brandon made sweet, gentle love to her. Long after he’d closed his eyes, and just before the first wave of sleep came over Sandra, she whispered, “When we first met, I never expected us to fall in love.”

Brandon shifted beneath her, and rumbled into her side. “Maybe we set the bar too low.”

Sandra smiled, content, and cuddled into his arms. She could not have imagined a more perfect end to such a memorable day.

Sandra bolted upright the next morning, her breathing heavy. Her back was stiff from sleeping on the floor, but her mind was sharp and alarmed. Brandon was not beside her.

She looked around.
Maybe he got up to use the bathroom
? But his shirt wasn’t on the floor where he’d left it last night, and neither were his jeans nor shoes.

Sandra pushed herself up, blowing the hair out of her face. A little piece of paper that she hadn’t notice before fluttered down from her chest. Brandon’s familiar handwriting was on it.