Christmas Candy(14)

He backs up an inch and grabs the hem of my t-shirt.

I lift my arms, and he strips me down to my sports bra, my nipples erect against the fabric.

He drops his head to my right breast and bites me through the cotton.

“Oh, god.” I grab onto his shoulders as he pulls down the other cup and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks the tip, and pleasurable tension ricochets through me.

“Off.” He stands and grabs the band of my bra before yanking it up and off my head. Staring at my chest, he blinks hard. “Even better than I imagined.” He dives down—sucking, licking, and biting as I run my hands through his hair and grip him.

My pussy throbs, no doubt pleased with these new developments given my dry spell. But this is too soon.

“We have to stop.” My protest comes out breathy and weak.

Hank grabs my hand and presses my palm against his erection. I bite my lip.

“Who are you trying to convince?” He rubs my palm back and forth against him, and I’m desperate for more.

He pushes me back until I’m lying on the counter. My skin presses against the cold marble, and my nipples tighten even more. He turns his back, and my sanity begins to return bit by bit.

“It’s just that we don’t really know each other, and it’s been a long time for me and—” My voice dies in my throat when he turns back around.

He holds a spatula covered in warm caramel. Hovering over me, he drizzles it on my nipple. I whimper at the heat and moan when he bends down and licks me clean. Jesus.

He does it again with my other nipple, then swipes his finger across the sticky sweetness and runs it along my lips.

“Open.”

I do, and he presses his finger into my mouth. Mmm. I close my eyes and run my tongue along it, lapping up the caramel and sucking every last bit from him.

He groans and pulls his finger out, then kisses me, sharing the sweet taste. My hands go to his shirt and start wrestling with the buttons. He whips it off, buttons pinging on the candy jars. His hard chest hits mine, and the thrill of skin-to-skin contact rushes through my veins.

Sliding down my body, he hooks his fingers into my pants and panties. With a yank, he pulls them down to my knees. My ass is still on the counter, my legs hanging off the end. He leans over and runs his tongue sideways along my pussy. I jerk and paw at his hair. He doesn’t stop, only moves around and pulls my pants and panties down farther so he can spread my thighs.

“Hank, please …” What was I going to request? All thoughts cease when he fastens his mouth to my clit and flicks it with his tongue.

“You’re sweeter than anything in this shop.” He flattens his palms against my thighs and pushes them apart, then buries his face in my pussy.

I buck, then settle against the counter as he licks and sucks, his mouth doing wicked things to me. All I can do is grip the sides of the counter as he tongues me and teases me. He groans into me, then stabs his tongue into my entrance.

“Tight.” He licks inside me again, and everything in my body goes taut. Easing back to my clit, he runs a finger to my entrance and presses inside. “Pinch your nipples. I want to watch.” He slicks the broad side of his tongue against my clit.

I snag my hard nipples and twist, sending small sparks of pleasure erupting from my breasts to the spot where Hank licks me fervently. He doesn’t stop, completely focused on his task as my back begins to arch and my pussy tightens around his finger. When he adds a second finger, I can’t breathe, the air caught in my lungs as he dances the tip of his tongue in the perfect spot.

The orgasm hits with a steady thump inside me as the air whooshes out of my lungs. His name and god’s mingle as I talk nonsense, the wave of pleasure carrying me far out to sea as he keeps licking and sucking at my tender places. My legs shake, and I moan as the last of my release leaves my body. I relax against the counter, my skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.

He drops a kiss on my pussy, then stands and scoops me into his arms. I’m boneless, sated, and not entirely sure that I didn’t have an out-of-body experience.

“Let’s go to my place.” He kisses my forehead, then carries me through the back of the store, up a set of wide wooden steps, and into his loft above the store. Everything has been renovated, but still maintains an industrial flare. We pass an open kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a living room with a flat-screen TV, and then into a bedroom. He places me on the bed covered with a simple white comforter, then kneels and strips off my shoes and pants.

My mind begins to come back, and I suddenly feel my nakedness. I drape an arm across my breasts and press my thighs together.

He glances up, his eyes gleaming even in the low light. “You don’t have to hide from me. Every inch of you is beautiful.” He places sweet kisses along my knees and up both thighs, then skips up to my stomach. I try to tighten up, but he shakes his head against me.