He licked the spoon and latched on to her cream-covered nipple then touched the cold surface of the spoon to her clit again. He sucked hard on her nipple then lightly nibbled, and she shuddered and leaned against him. All the while Nickelback played through the earbuds.
The spoon was even more drenched as he paused in his nipple play to lick it clean. His woman’s pussy was the sweetest dessert he’d ever had.
“Had enough ice cream?” he whispered in a gravelly voice that sounded unlike him. Maya nodded and he returned the spoon to the bowl. She reached for the condom she’d laid on the table earlier, and he tore the wrapper open with shaky hands. He groaned as he rolled it on, watching Maya stroke her clit with a delicate finger.
A new song began to play as he held his cock in position for her. She acknowledged the song change with a very sexy chuckle. The music sounded vaguely familiar but not something he normally listened to. Maya had varied and eclectic tastes in music, and he liked that she wanted to share that part of this experience with him.
His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light as the sun sank fully beneath the horizon and dusk fell. She rose up on her knees as the intro to the tune played and the seductive beat of “Like This,” by MIMS throbbed in a syncopated rhythm. At that moment it was definitely climbing his top ten. He held his painfully thick shaft for her and licked the last of the ice cream from her torso as she settled her creamy, wet cunt over his cock. He growled as she teased the tip, pumping up and down as she gripped his shoulders.
She slid on his cock a few inches, groaning quietly as she ground down. What she did to him for the next few minutes would undoubtedly go down as one of his top ten favorite memories. Using the beat of the music as her guide, Maya fucked him into a state near insanity.
The first chorus came around, the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this…” and she pumped on his cock in long, slick glides, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles on every upstroke. Her movements were graceful and unhurried, timed with the beat. He groaned, sure that she was going to rip the orgasm right from his balls, but then she settled down into shorter strokes with the next verse. She watched him through half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy little smile.
She tortured him through three choruses of the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this.” He didn’t remember the song being quite that long and felt his control begin to unravel as she whispered along with the final chorus, taking all of his cock with every slippery, tugging stroke.
“Baby, I gotta come,” Kendall groaned, way past caring if he sounded like he was begging. Hell, he was pleading. Maya smiled at him, and she began panting as if her own control were slipping, too. He stroked her clit firmly, and she let loose a sobbing wail as her pussy liquefied and clenched on his surging cock.
“Oh, God!” she cried out exultantly and slammed down on his dick as he threw his head back and gritted his teeth as his own orgasm hit him. He held her hips tightly and ground up against her with every climactic thrust, his release shooting from his cock in searing, satisfying streams.
“Oh, fuck, yes!”
Maya collapsed against him, and he held her trembling body as they caught their breath. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with aftershocks. Almost as satisfying as the blistering release was the way she melted against him afterward.
She whispered in his ear, “So I take it you like it ‘Like This’?”
Kendall chuckled appreciatively at her humor and brushed her wild hair away from her cheeks and kissed her lips.
“As long as you’re my exotic dancer, hell yeah.”
Chapter Twenty
Boone pulled up beside the Pinon Pine Cemetery, and Richard climbed silently from the cab of the truck. He knew by repetition that Boone would wait in the truck for him and allow him whatever time he needed.
His work boots made muffled crunching steps as he walked over the fine gravel drive and up into the grass. He’d chosen Pinon Pines for Michelle’s final resting place on his own since she’d had no close family left alive to make the decisions. Kendall and Boone had brought him to this place to check it out, and even in a raw haze of pain, Richard had known she would like it. The sprawling lawns were maintained neatly and there were plenty of trees to offer shade to visitors.
He walked down the concrete path leading to her section as a hot breeze ruffled his hair. Her marker was easy to spot, hewn from unusual, bronze-colored polished granite and engraved with her last name at the top in bold letters, “Brock.”
The color of the marker had reminded him of the walls of the mesas they’d explored while out hiking or taking a drive, and he’d thought at the time that was what she would’ve wanted.