Nothing's Sweeter than Candy (24 page)

“Mm,” he sighs in muffled contentment. “You feel so soft. I could lie here forever.”

“We don't have forever,” she purrs seductively, “and I can't wait that long. You've got me naked; you need to do something about it right now.”

“I'm more than happy to oblige, my lady,” he responds, his voice low and husky with need. “Your demand is my wish.” He brushes and strokes her body with nimble fingers and knowledgeable hands, familiar with every curve, every dip, and every hollow. He knows her body in intimate detail, and he knows what it takes to make her hum, purr, and sing for him.

“I love the way you smell. You smell like ice cream,” he murmurs and slowly kisses and licks his way down the length of her body.

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah, ice cream. I want to see if you taste like ice cream, too.” He reaches his destination and settles himself between her legs, at the juncture where her silky smooth thighs spread and separate, and allow him access to her liquid heat. He pushes his face down into her heated crevice, inhaling deeply and drawing in the distinctly musky, sweet scent of her sex. His tongue flicks and licks and laps and tastes the gathering pool of nectar, generated by his skillful touch.

“You taste like caramel, like caramel over ice cream,” he whispers against her sensitive bud. “Mmmm, you're so sweet. I can never get enough of your taste.” He continues to stroke her silken walls with his tongue and to tease her hidden pearl; then he dips deep inside to taste more of her. She moans and writhes from the pleasure.

“Oh, babe, it feels so good, but I want to feel you inside me. I need to have your hard, throbbing cock here.” She uses her hand to point the way. “Inside me now.”

He shudders with his desire and rises to fulfill her urgent plea. He pushes her legs higher, spreads them wider, moving into position to plunge deep. Her moans excite him and stir and push him toward the edge. He presses the tip of his shaft at her entrance, anxious and impatient to feel her hot, velvet sheath wrapped and squeezing tightly around his —

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

David's eyes flew open to the recognizable sound of the alarm clock incessantly beeping, the noise loud enough to wake the dead. He came fully awake, his body taut, rigid, and aching with a raging hard-on, his cock hard enough to punch through steel. Damn! It was another damn dream! He groaned and angrily slapped the off button on his clock. Closing his eyes and resting his head against the headboard, he tried to breathe through his painful erection, knowing the feeling would subside as the memory of the dream faded. Unable to completely quell the desire that constantly rode him, he punched the pillow in utter frustration, hard, hot, and achingly unfulfilled.

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