God have mercy…

It’s black lace with a pink bow just above her butt.

I walk into the kitchen as quietly as I can and wrap my arms around her waist, making her jump a little. I smell her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent that is now a heady combination of vanilla and me. I move my shirt to the side to expose a bare shoulder and trail lazy kisses up her neck, stopping just as I reach the soft skin below her ear. I feel her shiver and push my hips into her back so she knows I’m driving myself just as crazy as I am her. She turns in my arms and stares at me, sporting a smile from ear to ear. Her hair is messy and she’s got that ‘just fucked’ look on her face. She’s strikingly beautiful. So much so that it makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time.

“Well good morning to you too sleepy head,” she whispers.

“Good morning my beautiful girl,” I reply. I can’t help grinning like a Cheshire cat who got the cream. A light shade of red spreads across her creamy cheeks, my term of endearment making her blush. She knows she’s beautiful. But unlike most girls who would flaunt their flawless genetics, Huntley has the kind of modesty that only makes her that much more appealing.

“Did you sleep well?” she asks, trying and failing to look innocent. The blush doesn’t leave her face as she looks up at me from beneath her thick eyelashes. I decide I want to be the only man to make her cheeks glow like that.

“I was sleeping great until I woke up alone,” I pout. She giggles and the sound travels through me. It awakens an unfamiliar feeling deep within my soul, a feeling I thought had died a long time ago.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to come make some cupcakes.” Her excitement over something as simple as baking cupcakes makes me smile. My girl is easy to please. I try not to think about the double meaning of that realization, but it’s a difficult feat considering I know damn well how responsive Huntley’s body is.

“Are you saying I didn’t tire you out?” I whisper, laying a single kiss at the base of her throat. “Should I try again?” Her breaths quicken and my hands instinctively tighten around her waist. I’m going to drive us both up the damn wall if I’m not careful, but I want to take advantage of how easily she opens up to me when we’re like this. I can’t pass up the rare opportunity to see what’s beneath her beautiful.

When it’s just us.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she barely gets the words out between her heavy pants.

I lean around her, sticking my finger in the vanilla cupcake batter, and trail my sticky finger from her ear to the base of her throat, where my lips meet her soft skin. “I never promise something I can’t deliver,” I growl. I lick the sticky batter until I’m back below her ear. Even the taste of her is inebriating. I’m already drunk on it and so very addicted.

“Oh yeah?” Her voice is husky, like she's been screaming. A lot. The thought of hearing her scream my name again sends a thrill through my entire body.

“Are you challenging me baby?” I meet her eyes and I see the excitement spark in their immeasurable depths. I think I see something resembling love flit across them too, but I can’t be sure.

“Maybe I am,” she smirks.

Before I can reply, she sticks her fingers in the cupcake batter and smears it across my face. She looks at me and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, stifling a laugh and waiting for my reaction.

“Really?” I ask incredulously. The idea that she wants to play like this only makes my need and desire for her fiercer.

She ducks under my arm and makes a beeline for the bedroom. I grab the cupcake butter and chase after her. She squeals as I grab her and freezes when she sees what’s in my hand. “Oh no,” she whispers. ‘Oh no’ is right. Things are about to get messy. Very messy.

We make quick work of getting each other covered in the sticky vanilla goop, lying on her hardwood floor. It’s all hands and legs and soon we’re pulling at the little bit of clothing we have on. Her lips meet mine and I return the hunger I feel pulsing between our bodies. The kiss starts off innocent, but soon it feels like we’re trying to climb into each other. My body hums with a craving for hers, like a starved, deprived man in the desert. I slide my hand down her legs until I reach her sexy black panties, pulling them off as I go. She tries to unbutton my jeans but I shake my head no. I grip her wrists tightly in one hand while teasing her with the other.

I slip one finger inside her. She moans, “Oooh,” and feel her tighten around me. “Greedy girl,” I tease, knowing that dirty talk makes her wild. My girl likes it dirty, and the fact that she doesn’t realize it makes her even sexier. I slip a second finger inside and watch as her face flushes and her hips start moving, riding my hand to the rhythm I’m setting. My own arousal pushes painfully against my jeans but I ignore my need for release and focus all my attention on pleasing Huntley. I pick up the pace and rub my thumb against her little bundle of nerves, evoking slow, deep moans from her frenzied body. Her legs slide up a little more and her pretty little toes curl.

Her breathing hitches and she stifles her screams with her hand. Her body shakes and grips my fingers, pulling them in further. I watch in awe as she comes down from her high and crawl over her, only to kiss her gorgeous, plump lips. She opens up her eyes, looking at me lazily while catching her breath. “Wow,” she whispers, “That was…” her words trail off and I grin.

“Let’s shower,” I whisper in her ear. I want to see her naked again but I also need to take my jeans off. I’ve grown unbearably hard after Huntley’s little floor show.

“You’ll have to help me up,” she giggles.

I stand up and pull her over my shoulder. She yelps when I slap her butt and returns it with a slap of her own. I run the water and when it’s the right temperature, I step in with Huntley still hanging over my shoulder. The water soaks us and I pull her down. She slides down my body slowly until her feet touch the ground. We don’t move, our eyes locked on each other, silently challenging the other to make the first move. The temperature rises a few degrees and it has nothing to with the hot water steaming around us.

Her hands slide down my bare chest, stopping when she gets to my nipple piercing. Her interest in the little silver bar has me marveling at what she plans on doing with it. My thoughts stop dead in their tracks when she lowers her lips to my nipple and tugs the silver bar with her teeth. Excitement shoots through me and I gasp at the excruciating pleasure her tongue is initiating. Her hands continue to slide down while she teases my nipple, nibbling lightly and then biting harder. The sensations draw out a guttural sound from my throat. I close my eyes, consumed by the way her tongue swirls around and around.

My eyes are still closed when her hands move lower to unbutton my jeans and slide them down, causing my cock to spring free. She lets go of my nipple and looks up at me through hooded eyes. Her cheeks are flushed. She’s as turned on as I am and it adds to the heated recklessness coursing through the air.

I unbutton the single button that keeps my soaked shirt clinging to her body and slowly, almost too slowly, slide it off. I trail my fingers down her arms, her skin breaking into goosepumps. My hands come back up and before I can pay attention to her full breasts, she drops to her knees in front of me. Her breasts bounce slightly and her nipples pucker.