Free Winter Jacket: New Beginnings by Eliza Lentzski Page B

leaving small red welts in my wake.
    “I wanna suck you dry, baby,” I breathed across her skin. I suckled my way up to her ear. My breath was warm and it tickled against the strands of hair close to Hunter’s neck and ear. I flicked my tongue out at her earlobe and drew the soft flesh into my mouth. When I gently bit down, I heard Hunter quietly moan.
    “Wanna taste?” I whispered into her ear.
    I gathered more purple frosting on two fingers and offered them to Hunter. She greedily sucked my fingers into her mouth and her tongue cleaned away the sugared topping.
    “You can do that to me later,” I promised, eliciting another painful moan from Hunter.
    I sat back up and collected more frosting. I ran my fingertips around Hunter’s tightening nipples, covering the sensitive nubs with more frosting. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue around it, getting it clean. I continued to work on her breasts even after I’d licked away all the frosting. My tongue flicked across a nipple and I gently bit down on it. Hunter whimpered quietly and her barely audible sigh turned into a throaty groan when I used my teeth to tug on the perky nub before releasing it.
    I dabbed more of the frosting on Hunter’s flat stomach, just below her belly button. Leaning forward, I stopped, my face just an inch above her naked skin. Hunter’s stomach rose slightly as she breathed in. My tongue snaked out and touched her. I could feel her flesh slightly quiver as I began to lick up the frosting with long, steady strokes.
    Not bothering to pause for more frosting, I licked hard along Hunter’s right hipbone. She moaned appropriately; her hips had always been one of her more sensitive spots, and I was certainly taking advantage.
    Hunter’s breath now came in short, ragged bursts. Her body was sweaty to the touch even though she’d done little more than lay on my bed. I saw her flex her wrists, as if tempted to rip out of the scarves that held her back from participating. But as much as she might have wanted to turn the tables on me and have her own fun, she knew how much I enjoyed this. Plus, I’d probably stop altogether if she destroyed my favorite scarves, and I knew that stopping wasn’t something Hunter wanted me to do anytime soon.
    I slid down the length of her prone body and repositioned myself between her naked thighs.
    “Almost out of frosting,” I stated with a hint of a pout on my lips. “Good thing I rationed though,” I mused aloud, “or we wouldn’t get to the really fun part.” I collected more of the sugary stuff and drew purple lines along the inside of Hunter’s thighs.
    I ran my fingertips along the insides of her thighs and smirked as my touch elicited small jumps and twitches. There was nothing like this rush of rendering my normally in-control girlfriend to such a state. But she wasn’t begging though, not yet.
    I lowered my mouth to the tender part of her inner thigh. I lightly bit down and I swabbed my tongue along the soft flesh, removing the cake frosting. I bit down harder and sucked. I could feel her tense beneath my ministrations. I nipped and kissed my way closer to her sex, but stopped just short.
    I sat up again and collected the final frosting from the top of the cake. I brought my hand between Hunter’s thighs and slowly, softly, outlined the curves, dips, and folds of her sex. The sweet cake topping mixed with Hunter’s arousal.
    “Not that you need to taste any sweeter, of course,” I remarked in a low, raspy tone.
    Hunter nearly rocketed off the bed when my fingers finally came in contact with her most sensitive flesh. I spread the frosting across her shaven folds, thinly covering her naked pussy lips with the light purple cream. My tongue darted out and with light, quick licks, I cleaned away the frosting. With each flick of my tongue, Hunter’s body jolted as if being electrocuted.
    I spread her pussy lips apart and slowly lapped at her inner lips, still refusing to touch her