Starlight (Peaches Monroe #2)(28)
Author: Mimi Strong

I was relieved to see he wasn’t turning away from his life’s passion of gardening to do something his heart wasn’t into. He was really excited—about everything but the plane ride. He said the idea of facing his fear had scared him into drinking earlier that evening, but he assured me he was feeling better.

“Quite the day we’ve both had,” I said.

He took the empty mug from my hand and kissed my palm.

The stool I was on rotated, and he used my arm as a handle to spin me around, so my back was to the countertop. He knelt down on the hardwood floor at my feet and rested his chin between my knees, then looked up at me, a glint of mischief in his dark eyes.

CHAPTER 11

I was still wearing nothing but the black underwear I’d worn in the pool, and my gleaming white thighs squished out on the stool, making me feel self-conscious, but I didn’t move or draw attention to my nervousness.

He kissed my knee, then rubbed his chin along the edge of my thigh. He’d shaved that morning, but had just enough stubble to accentuate his touch and make me shiver.

Inch by inch, he made his way slowly inward, toward my underwear. He pushed my legs apart with his chin, and when I wouldn’t budge, he grabbed my knees with both hands and helped me.

He was certainly right about one thing: his face did look even more gorgeous between my legs.

Once he reached my underwear, he extended his tongue and artfully licked all the way up, over the black fabric, still damp from the swimming pool.

“This is happening,” I moaned, leaning back against the countertop for support.

He continued to tease me, through my underwear, for several more minutes. After a while, it didn’t matter anymore that I had underwear on and his tongue wasn’t against my skin. I still felt him, still saw his gorgeous model face between my thighs, and the idea alone sent multiple waves of pleasure through me.

When he finally reached up to the waistband of my panties and started to tug them down, well, I’ve never gotten a pair of underwear off so quickly.

With my bare bottom back down on the seat, Keith pushed my knees together and moved back. He kissed the same knee as he’d started on, then rubbed his chin along my thigh the same way as before. We were starting over and doing the same thing again. Knowing what was coming next made the waiting more painful and delicious.

When his hot tongue finally hit my pink inner ridges, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. And how right, as if balance in the universe was being restored—like rain on Sunday night, after a blistering hot weekend.

He wrapped me up in his tongue and clutched me with his lips. I held my breath for an instant, when it was almost unbearable to not come yet, and when I started breathing again, I felt our energy entwine, like our bodies had in the pool.

He slowly pulled away again, kissing his way down my legs and to my knees, which were now sensitive to the point of being ticklish. I realized my arms were outstretched, my hands gripping the edge of the countertop like I was riding into battle. I shook out my hands and laughed nervously.

Keith bit my knee and gazed up at me with a playful expression.

“You bite me, I’ll have to bite you back,” I said.

“Promises, promises.”

“Trade spots with me and find out.”

“If your bite’s as mean as your bark?” he asked, laughing.

“Just get your man-shorties off and take a seat.”

I jumped off the bar stool and gasped in horror at the little puddle of saliva and whatnot sitting there. Keith pulled off his bathing suit shorts and gave the surface a quick swipe with the shorts. “No worries,” he said casually, like it was no big deal.

“About that,” I said, thinking about splashes.

He sat on the bar stool now, completely naked, and pulled me toward him using his foot as a hook. “C’mere. Kiss me some more. I really like it when you kiss me, and when you run your fingers through my hair.”

He was lower than me, seated as he was, and I bent down to kiss him. Everything felt different this way, like I had more control as the taller party.

As we kissed, our lips and tongues tangling, I thought about the thing I’d been meaning to mention—the fact that if I had an orgasm after a long build-up, it might be more than intense. It had only happened once so far, but a torrent of fluid, healthy and natural though it was for some women, could be upsetting if it was unexpected.

My hands moved up Keith’s thighs, my fingers moving through his leg hair to where his legs were nearly smooth, by his hips. I felt him shudder with anticipation as I traced back and forth along his hip creases with my fingertips. The heat of his c**k let me know when my fingers got near it. We kept kissing, and I put the warning out of my mind. Strange and surprising things happen during sex all the time, and people keep banging away on each other.

I gripped him around the base with one hand, and he became very still, his mouth barely moving against mine. As I began to tug rhythmically, he breathed in deeply, his nostrils next to my skin cooling my upper lip with air flow.

“That feels so good,” he murmured.

“Do you want me to lick it like a lollipop?”

He groaned. “I think I have some more of those mini marshmallows. You could lick it for a bit and stick those all over to decorate it.”

I started laughing, and he held his arms tightly around me so I wouldn’t pull away.

“You act like an earth muffin, but you’re a sex freak,” I said.

“So? You act like a kitten, but you’re a tiger.”

I made an admirable attempt at purring, but the sound came out as more of a gurgle.

“Now you’re scaring me,” he said, his voice high-pitched with mirth.

“That was supposed to be a purr.”

He clutched me tighter and growled in my ear, “Get the marshmallows.”

I reached over his shoulder and grabbed the bag. When a sexy, na**d man with a giant erection tells you to grab the mini marshmallows, you grab the mini marshmallows.

I got down on my knees on the floor before him and began kissing his knees, the same way he had kissed mine. He trembled slightly as I pulled his legs apart and moved into the V-shape gap. I nuzzled my face against his inner thighs, which smelled faintly of chlorine from the pool, but just musky enough to be exciting. I rubbed my chin across his sack, while watching the one-eyed tower looming above me.

I got the giggles for an instant (one-eyed tower, tee-hee), but then I ran my tongue up half the length of his shaft and got more serious. Being on my knees, looking up, I felt younger, and less experienced than I was. Feeling reverent, I lavished his c**k with attention, running my fingertips gently around its ridges, and then my tongue.