Page 23 of Strawberry Cake

“I told you; I don’t mind. I would rather you be honest, however it comes out.” Hope’s hand shifted from underneath his, trailing over his thigh and…Fuck.His breath hitched when she brushed over the bulge in his sweats. “Hope…” He couldn’t help that it came out in a deep, desperate groan.

Instead of a response, Hope moved. She sat up and straddled his thigh, bracing herself with a hand next to his head as she leaned over. Their lips met, and Decan melted into her touch. The kiss was soft, but commanding him to lie back down. He relaxed into the pillow, and Hope added more pressure with the heel of her hand. Decan’s body trembled.

“I can stop,” she hushed against his lips.

“Hell, no.” Then he remembered how much she seemed to like his manners. “Please don’t stop, little thief.”

Delicate kisses trailed along his jawline to his neck. “You said I’m your first since the accident. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I don’t.” Fuck, he sounded breathless. “Would you feel better if we had a safe word?”

“I’ve never used one before. It just means stop, right?”

Decan nodded against the pillow. “It goes both ways. If you use it, I’ll stop, no questions asked.”

Her lips found his earlobe, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. “I’d like that.”

“What’s your favourite dessert?”

“Strawberry cake,” she said with a soft laugh.

“Strawberry it is. It’s something you won’t forget.”

As if that had lifted a weight off her shoulders, her body melted into his. He sighed, loving the pressure of her ass against his thigh. His hips rolled, seeking out her palm. Her teeth nipped at his ear, drawing another groan from him. His body burned, aching for more. Decan wanted—needed—her to release all the built up pressure from the pastfour years. He only hoped his desperation didn’t turn her off.

Hope moved her hand, and before Decan could protest, nimble fingers slipped beneath his sweats. “No boxers,” she hummed, her fingertips skimming his bare length.

“Habit,” was all he could say, dizzy with how fast blood rushed south.

“One you should keep, I think.”

There it was again: that gooey sensation in his belly as he melted for her praise. His dick jerked, the first drop of precum escaping. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft and her thumb ran over his cockhead, she let out a soft breath, eagerly using that clear liquid to lubricate his skin.

Shit.He would be losing it far sooner than he wanted to.

Hope wiggled her ass and moved to kneel between his legs,knocking his thighs apart. The next few moments passed in a blur. Hope yanked his sweats down and his cock sprang free. Another drop of precum seeped out. With a greedy, wicked grin, her head dropped, and her tongue lapped it up.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers spearing through her hair and latching onto a thick fistful.

Hope dropped onto her belly and sealed her lips around is cock. One hand pushed under his ass to support herself while the other covered the distance her mouth couldn’t. Her tongue swirled around him, licking up his precum. He was already close, and she’d hardly started.

“You’re going to make me come,” he panted.

Though he was a little disappointed when she pulled off with apop. “I want that.”

“I want that too, little thief, but…” He hissed with another flick of her tongue.

Hope only sealed her lips tighter. He threw his head back against the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as Hope sucked him down. She took her time exploring him, and he soaked up every torturous moment. Suddenly, he remembered that it had been a while for her as well. He massaged her scalp, rewarding her with every inch she gained.

Once she was comfortable, Hope found a steady pace, chasing the path of her hand. He moaned, the obscene slurping coming from Hope hurtling him towards the edge. His balls tightened and a shiver shot down his spine. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive bundle beneath his cockhead, all but milking his climax right out of him.

Decan tugged at her hair, scrambling to pull out of her mouth—but it was in vain. His orgasm rocked his body. “I’m coming,” he groaned, releasing with a shout as Hope doubled down. His cock pulsed, shooting his cum right down her throat.

Hope swallowed around his length, and he looked down at her to see her sucking him clean. His heart raced and his palms grew clammy as she dragged his climax out. She only sweetened it more with her satisfied gaze. Proudly, she sat up and licked her lips, fixing the mess he’d made of her hair.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted, collapsing onto the pillow.

“Thank you.”