Page 13 of Mr. McBeefcake

chapter

seven

Kathryn

Donovan Jewel just ate me out like he’s been starving for me.

So that happened.

He lays his head on my belly and looks up at me. “I made a mess on the fucking bed.”

I frown. “What?”

“I came. All over myself and the bedding.”

Oh, dear. Gently, I ask him, “Is it some sort of medical issue?”

“As in premature?” he asks. Then he crawls up my body. “No, you lunatic, it’s that eating your pussy was so hot and so delicious that when you came, I came.”

Oh, that is hot. “So I can’t make any erectile dysfunction jokes?”

With that he rolls off my body and grabs his already hard again dick. “Does this look dysfunctional to you? Now move your pretty ass so I can remove this quilt.”

“Oh no, did we defile one of your grandmothers’ handmade quilts?” I ask, mildly horrified.

“No, this is clearly a quilt from Target.”

“Are you making that up?”

“Don’t ruin this for me, KitKat, by bringing up grandmothers.” He strips off the quilt, then climbs back on the bed.

So now I’m just standing in the room, completely naked and exposed and he’s lying on the bed like some kind of underwear model. Only he’s not wearing underwear or anything else. This is a terrible metaphor. But then it occurs to me…

“You’ve modeled underwear before, haven’t you?”

He folds his arms behind his head and looks at me. “Among other things. Why?”

“Just the narrator in my brain.” I wave my hand in hopes that he’ll ignore that last statement.

“You have a narrator in your brain? Does it sound like Morgan Freeman?”

“Actually no. She sounds like Emma Thompson.” I cross my arms to cover my breasts. “I feel like this is ruining our moment and maybe I should get dressed.”

“Absolutely not. I was just lying here enjoying the show. I’d ask you to turn around so I can see all of you, but I don’t want to do or say anything that might make you leave.” He sits up and holds a hand out to me. “Come’re.”

I walk over to him and sit. “What?”

“It is a truth, universally known, that a man who’s had his tongue in your pussy is gonna want his dick there too. But also, it means he wants you. You and only you. There is no place for self-consciousness.”

I bite down on my lip. Ugh, why am I like this? I’m ruining this moment with the man I’ve wanted since I was a girl.

“Lay down here next to me,” he says.

So I do. His hand immediately goes to the roundness of my hip.

“I love how curvy and feminine you are,” he says, all the while his hand runs up and down my hip to my thigh, then back up to my waist and all the bumps along the way. “You are the sexiest woman in the world to me. You always have been.” He leans over and places his lips against the curve of my belly.

His dark eyes look up at me and he spreads kisses all over the roundest part of my body.