Then he lowered his mouth to that breast, licking and sucking, and she didn’t care about anything but his hot mouth and tongue doing exactly what they were doing. He was absolutely going to win this argument. She didn’t care about that either.
“Aiden.” Her hand went to the back of his head. Just in case he thought about stopping. Ever.
But he did stop. Kind of. He switched sides anyway. That cupcake half was pretty smooshed, but that didn’t slow him down. He swiped his finger through the bowl of cream she’d made. He painted it over her other nipple and then licked and sucked it clean.
She was officially needy and hot and wet and wriggling by the time he finally lifted his head. He took her mouth in a greedy kiss, and she put both of her hands on his head, fingers deep in his hair, holding him still. She arched closer, wanting to be against him, to rub and grind.
“God,” he said, his voice almost pained as he spoke against her mouth. “I want you so damned much. You’re so sweet. And we’re just getting started.”
“Started?” she asked, trying very hard not to pout. “I’m so ready, Aiden.”
“Oh, but there’s so much more.”
“I can’t take any more.” She arched, rubbing her naked breasts against his chest.
“You can,” he told her. Firmly.
“I’m so ready,” she insisted, kissing him. She stroked her tongue along his, wrapping her legs around him, pressing against his hard fly.
He kissed her back. He gripped her hips, grinding into her. Then he pulled his mouth away. “So. Much. More.”
“I’m almost there now,” she said, definitely pouting now. “I swear I could come just like this.”
He gave a little growl, that yes, pushed her even closer to that edge, and kissed her again. Deep, hot, hungry. But he pulled back again. “Then come. I’ll get you there again.”
“Oh God, Aiden,” she half gasped, half groaned.
“Yeah, I’m going to be needing to hear a lot more of that.”
Suddenly Zoe found herself tipped back onto the worktable and her skirt up around her waist.
“Pink panties. Thank you,” he said. He ran his big hand, brazenly over her hip and around to her ass, then down to the back of her thigh. He lifted her knee toward her chest. The whole time he was studying her panties and everything they covered, and the stuff they didn’t.
“Thank you?” she teased.
“Pink is your color, Zoe,” he said sincerely.
She tried to respond, but he ran his finger under the edge of her panties and over her bare skin. The hottest, wettest bare skin on her body. Her breath rushed out of her lungs in a long breath.
“Grab the cream,” he told her gruffly.
Blindly, she grabbed the bowl with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Her eyes were squeezed shut as he stroked the pad of his finger back and forth over her slick center. She didn’t even really know what she was doing. She just knew that as long as his finger stayed right there, she was happy to comply.
“Need some right here.” He circled her clit.
She picked the bowl up and held it for him.
“Nope. You.”
Her eyes flew open. One knee was nearly to her chest, the other leg hung off the edge of the table. Her dress was bunched at her waist. She was still wearing panties, but it did not matter considering where his finger was.
This was already the most shameless she’d ever been. Especially under fluorescent lighting. And she had a feeling this was truly just the start.
“Me?”
“Yep.” His finger brushed over her clit again. “Right here. Let’s get you nice and creamy.”
She gave a little laugh that was partially amused, partially scandalized. Still she heard herself say, “I’m not good enough yet?”
Wow, where had that come from.
He gave a groan. “Jesus, Zoe.” Then he bent his head, pulled her panties to one side, and took a long lick, right up the middle and over her clit.
She cried out, arching up off the table. That was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt.
“More.”
Yeah, that was her voice too. She felt her cheeks heat. But she definitely didn’t take it back.
He licked again and then gave her clit a little suck.
She felt the tightening of an orgasm, already. Wow.
Then he lifted his head.
Her eyes flew open again, and she lifted her head off the table. “Wha—”
“I almost forgot.”
“Forgot? You didn’t forget anything! You’re doing great! It’s so good.”
He chuckled and reached past her head. “I almost forgot I’m supposed to be proving to you that you can love Hot Cakes.”
Her head thunked back onto the table. “You did not just say those two words to me while I’m like this and you’re doing that to me.”
He grabbed the Strawberry Swirl, letting her panties slide back into place. That was not okay. Of course, she couldn’t quite bring herself to move. Because spread out, half naked, on her worktable with Aiden Anderson half naked and really, really good with his fingers and tongue, she could stick around for a little longer and see what he had in mind she supposed.
His eyes were still hot and on her as he lifted the package to his teeth and tore it open. Okay, that was a little hot. And he couldn’t have done that with one of her cupcakes.
Then he bit into the Strawberry Swirl. Whatever it was. It wasn’t really a cake. It wasn’t a pie. It was a weird pastry thing with strawberry filling and a white icing swirl over the top.
His bite exposed the bright red filling—probably containing artificial coloring—and he dipped the tip of his finger into it. She remembered exactly what he’d said he was going to do with it. She probably shouldn’t want that artificially colored and flavored stuff on her body, especially her most sensitive, private parts. But then he pulled her panties to the side again and ran his finger over her clit.
Yeah, she didn’t mind. It was fine. Totally fine. Better than fine.
He lowered his head to suck the strawberry filling off, adding a lot of licking to it, and Zoe felt everything in her suddenly tighten, and then Aiden slipped a finger into her.
Just one. One finger. One slide. One little hook with the tip. Another suck.
And she was flying. Her orgasm crashed over her and she cried out.
“Fuck, yes,” was all she heard from Aiden, before he was pulling her up and crushing his mouth to hers.
Dammit. He’d made her come with Hot Cakes strawberry filling.
But she kissed him back as if he was her favorite person on the entire planet.
Because he was. He so was.
She reached between them and pulled his zipper down, slipping her hand into his pants and wrapping her fingers around his cock.
His breath hissed out, and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Zoe.”
“Now I need to prove how good my cream filling is.”
He pulled back and ran a thumb over his bottom lip giving her a very sexy grin. “Oh, I know very well.”
She’d been expecting that. She reached for the bowl of cream and scooped out a dollop with two fingers. “You’re telling me you don’t want me to cover your cock in this and then lick it off?”
His grip on her hip tightened. “You have no idea how much I want that.”
“Then back up.”
He looked at her for a long moment as if weighing his options. Finally, he sucked in a breath. Then stepped back.
Zoe’s heart skipped. She hadn’t done this before. But wow, did she want to. She started to pull her dress back up but he shook his head.
“No way.” He reached for her and slid her off the table. When she was on her feet, he pushed the dress to the floor to pool around her shoes.
She lifted a brow, and stepped out of it. Then she slipped her panties off too.
“You are… everything,” he said.
Her heart turned over again. Hi
s words gave her the little push she needed to go to her knees and reach for his fly.
He helped her push his pants and boxers out of the way, and she took a moment to just drink in the sight of him. The first time she’d seen him naked. Fully aroused. All hard, hot man. Right. In. Front. Of. Her. Face.
She did the only thing she really could.
She reached out and touched him.
He groaned and Zoe looked up at him. He looked like he was in pain, but he was watching her intently, not making a single move to stop her. She stroked her hand up and down his length, watching his face.
His jaw tightened, and he didn’t seem to be breathing.
She squeezed.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he said softly. Gruffly.
The sound made all the happy sensations that had just been coursing through her with the orgasm come to life again. Her nipples tightened, her belly got hot, and her inner muscles clenched.
She squeezed and stroked again and then leaned in to taste him. First without the cream. She wanted to know what he tasted like. Purely Aiden.
She licked up the length of his cock and then over the head.
“Christ.” It was almost as if he were talking to himself.
He only moved a hand and that was to bring it to her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Maybe he was going to help? Show her what to do? But he did nothing but rest it there, a hot weight against her scalp that sent tingles clear to her toes.
“Are you okay?” she asked, looking up at him.
He gave a bark of laughter. “I can honestly say that there is only one way I could be better than I am at this moment.”
“What’s that?” She wanted that. Whatever it was.
His gaze heated, and his fingers tightened in her hair. “If I was buried balls deep in your sweet pussy.”
Zoe felt her mouth drop open. She was really going to have to get used to this side of the Aiden she knew. The Aiden she thought she knew. The Aiden she was discovering now. Then again, she loved the ripple of surprise followed immediately by the wave of heat.
“Oh,” she said. Or almost said. It was so quiet she wasn’t sure it counted as actually saying.
“How about you get back up on that table?” he asked, his gaze pinned on hers.
“Just a minute.” She wiped the cream, that was starting to melt in her fingers, along his shaft, then leaned in, licking and sucking the way he’d done to her.
“Zoe.” His voice was gravelly, his body tight, his fingers curling into her scalp.
He definitely wasn’t pulling her away.
She looked up at him and then took the head of his cock between her lips. She really had no idea what she was doing. She’d only read about this. But it seemed kind of common sense. When he’d been using his tongue and mouth all over her it had felt amazing. It stood to reason that the same would be true for him.
She licked him and then sucked him into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said tightly. Then he pushed forward. Just slightly. Slipping farther into her mouth.
That ignited a flame in her belly. She could just follow his lead. Do whatever made him sound like that again and again.
She sucked and drew him farther into her mouth, the hard, hot length of him sliding over her tongue. He was big, and she had to open farther to take him in. There was no way to take all of him, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back a little then eased in again. Slowly and easily.
She loved the sounds he was making, the feel of him taking pleasure from her like this.
“Fuck, Zoe. That’s… so good. Too good.” He pulled back, slipping out of her mouth.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She tasted the cream but also Aiden. She wanted more.
He was staring at her, breathing fast. “You don’t even know, do you?” He shook his head.
“Know what?” Had she done something wrong? Was she supposed to be doing something now?
“How fucking hot you are right now. What you’re doing to me.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t help the slow smile that lifted her lips. “What am I doing to you right now?”
He leaned over and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her and turning to set her on the edge of the table. “Making me lose my fucking mind,” he growled, before kissing her. It wasn’t a slow, romantic, sweet kiss. At. All. He took her mouth. It was all tongue and lips and even a little teeth. It was like everything he’d done between her legs.
She wrapped herself around him, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, pressing close, opening for him, returning his strokes, needing to be closer. They were both totally naked now. His cock was rubbing against her clit every time she pressed forward and she wanted more.
“Please, Aiden,” she said against his mouth, running her hands up and down his back.
“I can get you off again. Tongue, fingers, whatever. We don’t have to do… this,” he said, his voice gruff.
“This?” She pulled back. “You mean sex?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, some people would consider all of this sex.”
“What you’re saying is that we don’t have to have actual sex. Where you put your cock inside me?” she asked. That didn’t sound sexy. Or romantic. But they really needed to be on the same page here.
His eyes were hot anyway. “That’s what I’m saying. I don’t have to be inside you tonight.” He gave a little laugh that didn’t sound at all amused. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. I’ve never wanted anything more. But this is a big deal. Your first time.” For a second he paused, their eyes locked.
Finally, she realized he was reveling in that. She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Aiden. My first time. You will be my first.” She leaned in, putting her lips against his ear and squeezing his ass. “Please be my first. Right here. Right now. In my bakery. With us both covered in cream—of all kinds.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath and then reached up to cup her face in both hands. “I had to give you one more chance to back out. Because this is a big deal.”
She nodded. Kind of. With him holding her she couldn’t do much more than just stare back at him. “It is.”
“Because I’m also going to be your last,” he said, his voice thick with promise. And lust. And maybe something else. Like love.
A shiver went through her. Heat, need, and a sense of oh, yes that she realized in that moment was exactly what every woman should feel the first time—every time—she had sex. Oh, yes, this is right. Oh, yes, this is the one. Oh, yes, this is what I want. Oh, yes, I have power here and I’m choosing this for me.
“Oh, yes,” she finally said. “I want this.”
There was a beat of silence. Then he nodded, stepped back, reached for his pants, and pulled out a condom. His gaze was back on hers immediately as he ripped it open and rolled it on.
Wow. Even that was sexy. She hadn’t thought much about condom donning and doffing. She knew it was important, and it would be something that needed to happen, but she hadn’t really thought about who would do it, how it would look. She’d definitely never thought watching him do it could make her whole body get even hotter and tighter.
Aiden stepped back between her thighs, putting a hand on each knee and spreading her legs. He swept his gaze over her, then ran a finger over her clit and then down into her wetness. He slid a finger deep. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready,” she told him. “Since Christmas,” she added.
He gave her a you’re-such-a-brat look. “Okay, time for me to make up for that.”
“Damn right it is.”
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Aiden cupped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table. He kissed her. “Wrap your legs around me,” he told her huskily.
She did. Her heart was pounding. She was very glad she was on a steady surface and that Aiden had a good hold of her. She was ready, but she wasn’t positive what to expect, how this would feel. She had an inkling it might hurt.
He reached between them and
took hold of his cock. He slid the head through her slickness, teasing her opening and rubbing over her clit. “We’ll take it slow,” he told her.
“Okay.”
“Zoe.”
“Yeah?”
“Open your eyes.”
She hadn’t realized she’d squeezed them shut. She opened them and looked at him.
“Watch,” he told her, looking down.
Oh, God. Could she watch?
“It’s hot,” he told her. “I’m definitely going to watch as I ease into your sweet body for the first time. I can’t wait to stretch you, nice and slow. Feel your pussy tight around me. Feel your muscles gripping me. Feel you come all over me.”
His words made her melt, heating her up, and relaxing her. With her hands on his shoulders, she leaned back a little so she could see. He pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing into her. She felt a little stretch, a little pressure, and she felt her body responding, wanting to pull him deeper. She wanted this connection, wanted the fullness that seemed right there.
She put a hand behind her, bracing herself on the table and leaning even farther. He grinned. “Nice.”
She looked up. “Yeah?”
His gaze swept over her face, her breasts, her belly, down to where they were joined. “Fuck yeah.”
She leaned a little more. But not so far that she couldn’t see. “More,” she told him.
“Gladly.” He pressed forward, sliding a few more inches inside.
She felt her body stretching, the fullness amazing, her nerve endings singing. “Oooh,” she said softly. “Yes.”
“Tell me if you’re not okay,” he said.
She looked up. His jaw was tight. “Are you okay?”
He laughed lightly. “Sugar, it’s taking everything I’ve got not to thrust hard and pound into you. I want you so fucking much and you feel like heaven. You’re every damned fantasy I’ve had.”
“You’ve had this fantasy?” she asked. “Me and this worktable? Right here?”
“About a hundred times.”
She liked that. A lot. A burst of confidence went through her and with it came the uncontrollable urge to tease. “Did it include going slow and gritting your teeth and holding back?” She wiggled her hips against him and felt him sink in another inch. Oh, that was nice.
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