Page 14 of Baby, It’s Hot Inside

He looks up at me and quirks an eyebrow. “This is regular.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I like that.”

Now both eyebrows rise. “That either means that no one has ever done it right on you or no one has done it at all. Which is it?”

I bite down on my lip and look away from him, considering how to answer that question.

“So that would mean none at all. What kind of jackasses have you been dating?” He places a kiss right on my inner thigh.

“Just the one.” And then I wince. Why don’t I have a filter that prevents me from admitting stuff like that?

“Dumbass Jeff from college?”

“Right.”

“He never went down on you?” he asks then nibbles on the skin below my belly button. The fleshy part that no amount of crunches or ab workouts have ever slimmed down. Awesome.

I shove at his head again. “No, he didn’t.”

“Did you ever go down on him?”

“Well, yeah.”

“But he never reciprocated.”

It’s not a question, but I nod anyways.

“Stupid fucker,” he says with a chuckle and the warm breath skittering over my mound is turning me on even more. “I’m going to really enjoy this.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Have to? No, baby, I want to. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Again he presses more kisses to the general area. He hasn’t yet touched between my legs. He’s teasing me, I realize. But this is a whole different kind of teasing, one I definitely like.

“Why do you think I always called you ‘Gingerbread?’” he asks.

I frown. “Because I’m shaped like a loaf of bread?”

He face-plants onto my mound and laughs.

Not exactly how I thought this would go, but I can’t deny it, his humor is making me smile. “What is so funny?”

“You. You’re hilarious.” This his face gets a little more serious. “I called you Gingerbread because you are so sweet. But also because you are good enough to eat.”

And with that all humor disappears because he spreads my legs and licks me from slit to clit.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper. His wet tongue feels so different than anything else. No fingers or vibrators can compare to the slick caress of his tongue against me. I’m going to come in like two point five seconds and I don’t even care. It’s so good. “So good,” I say aloud.

His fingertips dig into my thighs and he moves to the sensitive spot right at the entrance of my pussy. “Oh yeah, Ginger, I knew you’d be delicious,” he murmurs. Then he moves one of his hands to my center and uses one, then two, fingers to penetrate me. Those digits curl upward and find the spot I’ve only ever been able to find with a specially designed G-spot sex toy.

He rubs against that magic place and then sucks my clit into his mouth and I am one hundred percent riding his face at this point. I’ve lost all measure of anxiety and I’m chasing that orgasm as if my very life depends on it.

“Come all over my face, baby,” he tells me. Two swirls of his tongue around my clit and the orgasm bursts through me. The pleasure radiates from my center through all other parts of my body making it feel like even my brain has the tingles.

Then I’m spent and lying boneless on his bed.

“I think I’m dead.”