Free Cake by Lauren Dane

unzipped and she pulled them from his body as he reached and did the same with her pants and panties.
    And she was naked, looking up at him with a smile, her eyes a little glazed, her nipples dark and hard, her breath a little fast.
    He licked across one nipple and then the other. He liked to know what made her squirm. What brought that sound he loved so much. What made her arch and sigh softly. And he wanted to do all those things to her repeatedly.
    She scissored her legs and ended up on top of him. Her smile sent a shiver down his spine.
    “Do you plan to ravish me, then?”
    “I hope your mom won’t see the rug burn I plan to leave you with.”
    “It has been some time since she’s seen my naked ass.”
    She bent to lick up his neck. “That’s not the only place you’re going to have it.”
    He watched, unable to move, as she kissed down his belly and his cock and back up again, this time grabbing him at the root, angling to take him into her mouth.
    He hissed at the heated wet, at the slick slide of her tongue against his cock, the tip digging in just under the crown. She palmed his balls, pressing her fingertips just behind as she knelt between his thighs, holding him open to her.
    He growled when she took him deep, his fingers sifting through the softness of her hair. “I want to fuck you. Don’t make me come just yet.”
    She pulled all the way off and sent a full-body shiver through him as she licked her lips before speaking. “You said two hours. If I recall the last time, you had far more impressive recovery time.”
    She was going to kill him. That was all there was to it. But, as she said before, he’d go out doing something he loved.
    She kept on, sucking him back into her mouth over and over until he rushed headlong into a climax so hard his teeth tingled.
    Wren was still in the process of kissing his cock after pulling off when he reared up and she was on her back again. His eyes alight, he dipped to kiss her hard and fast. She held his shoulders as he did, as he nipped her lips and licked over the sting. He moved to her chin and jaw, to the hollow below her ear until her inner walls clenched.
    “Someone likes that spot,” he murmured, his accent making her even hotter.
    “If we’re talking about me, hell yes.”
    He continued to kiss and lick her neck, down to her shoulder, across her collarbone and down to her nipples. The scratch of his beard was just right, too much and not enough all at the same time. He used the edge of his teeth to make her writhe on a gasp as pleasure surged through her cells.
    That was before he settled on his knees between hers and dragged her ass up to his thighs. She wrapped her thighs around his waist to stay in place.
    His gaze roamed over her body with such naked greed she wanted to preen around. There wasn’t a moment when she thought about the pooch in her belly when he looked at her this way.
    He spoke under his breath in Russian for a moment as he drew his hands from her breasts to her thighs over and over, his thumbs moving closer and closer to her pussy until he finally slid her labia apart and exposed the heart of her to the cool air.
    “You’re beautiful. Powerful.”
    Flattered, her skin heated in a blush as he slowly stroked the pad of his finger around her clit, using the hood to brush against it.
    She licked her lips as he continued to slowly torture her closer to orgasm. Thank heavens his talent extended to her body as well as his canvases. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way his hands stroked, caressed, cupped, pinched and thrummed. Concentration lined his brow but every time he licked his lips, she gasped, she was so connected to him at that moment.
    Every movement was intentional as he drew her closer and closer to climax so that, by the time it rushed through her, bringing her back to arch, her legs to tighten around his waist, she nearly sobbed with how good it was.
    When she managed to open her eyes, he stared at her, a bemused