Sizzle and Burn

by Lexie Davis

  He pulled back and pointed the nozzle toward her. The cool cream shot out right above her nipple, chilling her heated flesh. Autumn whimpered as he started to draw on her, making lines with the topping as he used her body for a canvas. When he was done, he tossed it to the side and grabbed the dish of strawberries.

  “Lie still.” He planted her hands on each side of her body.

  He grabbed five strawberries out of the container and laid them in the valley between her breasts. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and leaned forward to kiss his way down her body as he slid them off. When he removed them, he pushed her legs apart so he could fit between them and continued to paint her body with the topping.

  “There’s a song,” he said as he squirted the cool cream along her stomach, “that says something to the effect: I want to lick you from your head to your toes.” He looked up with mischievous intent. “That’s my goal tonight.”

  He continued making streams down her legs to her toes, making her squeal from the delight. She squirmed on the bed, clutching the silk sheets beneath her.

  “Start licking.”

  Jackson grinned and lifted her foot. His tongue traced the path of the whipped cream sliding along her skin. He took his time, making sure he hit every erogenous zone in his path.

  Once he was done with one leg, he started on the other, giving it the same treatment. She knew the song he spoke of and decided this was one of her ultimate fantasies.

  When he was done with her legs, he leaned over her and took the tip of one of her breasts in his mouth. She ached to touch him, to feel his body close to her, deep inside her but she remained still. This was his show, and she’d get her turn next. That thought alone thrilled her beyond her wildest imagination.

  He picked up a strawberry and then bit into it, squirting the juice on her stomach. The tiny beads of fluid rolled down each side of her as he teased. He ate one half and then leaned forward to feed her the other half. Autumn opened her mouth to accept the fruit, biting into the delicious offering he gave her.

  “The strawberries are sweet, but not as sweet as you.” He licked the whipped cream off her neglected breast and selected another strawberry. This time, however, he sucked the whipped cream off and skimmed it along her skin. “Do you know how long its been since I touched you?”

  While he traced the strawberry in his hand along her stomach, he ate another one, this time keeping it for himself. Her body buzzed, and she soared higher than ever. She counted the days they spent at the clinic, those same days they came home showered separately and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

  “Two days,” she replied with a whisper.

  He sat back on his heels, staring down at her while he sucked the juice from his strawberry and played with the other along her stomach. He swirled the whipped topping around her navel with the fruit, and then continued his path downward.

  “I never did show you my gratitude for the blowjob in the shower, did I?” Jackson lifted the strawberry that played along her stomach and bit into the juicy fruit.

  Autumn watched him with dazed eyes. “No. But in all honesty, we’ve been busy.”

  Jackson glanced down. “That’s true. But a promise is a promise, right, sweetheart?”

  He bit into another strawberry, briefly dipping it in the whipped cream on her body. He didn’t care about the juice rolling down his face or the fact he was making a big mess all over her.

  “Jax, quit teasing,” she whimpered, and didn’t care how pathetic it looked. Her hips lifted off the mattress in invitation though he sat still with a smug smile on his face.

  “Patience, sweetheart.” He picked up the last strawberry from her chest and dipped it in the whipped cream he had yet to lick off. “Good things come to those who wait.”

  He ate it slowly, his motions playing before Autumn like a silent movie. He savored every bit of the fruit, licking off the whipped cream before he bit into the juicy strawberry. She thought she’d die just watching him, his body completely distanced from hers. She wanted to touch him, to lick and suck him the same way he had her.

  “Jax, now.” She ran her toes along his legs. “Please, now.”

  “What do you want me to do?” He leaned down and sucked the juice and whipped cream from her navel. His tongue dipped inside and swirled around. “I was going to eat your pussy until I wore you out and then fuck you, but I’m in a generous mood. I’ll let you choose. What do you want me to do?”

  “Please, Jax, just love me.”

  He kissed her and whispered, “I do.”

  Jackson moved between her legs, kissing her inner thighs. She lifted her hips and pressed herself against his face. The small act shot a bolt of pleasure through her body, forcing her orgasm closer to the brink. And then he licked her.

  “Oh, God.” She clutched the sheets, fisting the silk in her hands and pulling at it. Jackson finally held her hips so she couldn’t move and sucked her clit in his mouth. Autumn arched her back with a silent cry.

  She came hard against Jackson’s mouth and he didn’t stop the stimulation. Two fingers pressed deep inside her while his tongue continued to lick her clit, circling and lashing as if she hadn’t climaxed at all. It was almost too much to handle. She clenched her thighs around him and cried out in pleasure as she came again.

  Jackson removed his fingers from her body and smiled. “You are one amazing woman.”

  Autumn refused to keep still any longer and pulled him to her. “Make love to me, Jackson.” She kissed him, tasting the delicious cocktail of the whipped cream and strawberries mixed with her juices and his sexy flavor. “Not just sex. I want your love.”

  Jackson positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside. “You’ve got it, Autumn. Anytime and every time you want, you’ve got it.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  June 23rd of the following year . . .

  After the wedding was over and Jackson finally got his beautiful bride all to himself, he grabbed her hand and starting walking from the ranch house towards the fields.

  “Where are you taking me?” Autumn asked stepping around the divots in the land.

  “Some place special.” He smiled at her in the dark, the moon being their only source of light.

  “Jackson, slow down. These heels weren’t made for rough terrain.” She hiked up one side of the elegant party dress she pulled on for the reception and tagged along behind him.

  Jackson stopped and scooped her into his arms, surprising her nonetheless with the chivalrous gesture. “Have I told you how beautiful you are, today?”

  “About a million times.” Autumn chuckled. “It’s sweet, though.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her cheek against his shoulder. The land was quiet tonight, giving them the perfect escape from the wild party back at the house. The wedding was her dream, the man holding her making the fantasy a perfect reality. The two planned to move closer to the city, to find a place of their own to call home. Autumn didn’t know what they’d do about the clinic but she didn’t care. Somehow they’d find a way and they’d do it together.

  “Okay, we’re here.” Jackson stood next to a soft blanket right beneath the moon. The faint glow highlighted his face just enough so that she could see his smile. He set her down and then knelt and began to pull out dishes of food from the basket off to the side.

  “You planned a picnic on our wedding night?”

  He nodded, still not looking at her. “I figured since you conned me into one the last night we were together fourteen years ago, I’d con you into one on the first night we spend as husband and wife. Plus, you said you fell in love with me beneath the moon. I wanted to make love to you in the same fashion.”

  When he was done, he glanced up and held out his hand. “I even re-created the meal. Grilled cheese sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies, and my own personal favorite, strawberries.”

  Autumn didn’t try to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks as she
took his hand. He pulled her between his legs and hugged her close to his body. He let her cry in silence, kissing her periodically.

  “I thought I was doing good, you know.” She laughed and wiped her tears before kissing him again. “I didn’t cry when I first saw you. I didn’t cry during our vows. I didn’t cry when my brother made the toast. I didn’t even cry during the father-daughter dance even when my dad told me I’d always be his little girl.”

  Jackson wiped her tears. “It’s okay to cry, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you.” She hugged him pressing her cheek against his shoulder. “Thank you for doing this. I never expected it and you have no idea how much it means.”

  Jackson kissed her shoulder. “I have some idea.”

  She chuckled and pulled back to kiss him again. “Davis didn’t cook this, did he? He really tries to be a chef but the poor boy can’t boil water without burning it.”

  Jackson shook his head. “I did everything.”

  He pulled out a bottle of sparkling cider and poured the chilled beverage in the provided glasses. He handed her the food, and they ate in comfortable silence. Life couldn’t possibly get any better than this.

  “One more thing.” Jackson wiped his fingers on his napkin and reached in the basket for some papers. “I know you can’t read them right now since we’re in the dark, but this is the deed to your new place. Your father fronted the cost of the doggy ambulance part and all.”

  She dropped her sandwich and grabbed the papers from him. “What?”

  “Your father was supposed to pay me for being your bodyguard and whatnot so I told him to use the money to set up the doggy ambulance service. I planned on buying you a state-of-the-art clinic anyway, and with what he and your brother’s chipped in, we bought you the critical care clinic you’ve always wanted. That’s the deed to your new place, and once we come back from our honeymoon, you’ll be able to start setting up the shop and hiring new people to work.” Jackson grinned. “Davis said he wanted to apply for ambulance driver.”

  Autumn read what she could of the papers, seeing that it held her name, Autumn Faye Callahan-Cooper as the property owner. She owned her own critical care clinic.

  “Oh, Jackson.”

  “Are you happy?” He waited patiently for her reaction.

  “I can’t believe it.” She sniffled. “I’ve dreamt of this for so long, and it’s finally here. I don’t know what to say.”

  “Well, you don’t have to say anything. Giving me a simple kiss would do.” He smiled at her.

  She couldn’t believe her dreams finally came true. Not only did she have her own clinic, she had her man. Jackson was the one man her mother talked about, the one true love it took a lifetime to find. She couldn’t believe he was finally hers, that they would now share the rest of their lives together.

  “Jackson, I know I’ve said it a lot today, but I’m going to say it again. I love you. Thank you so much for doing this for me.” She ran her hand down his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his tux. “I honestly haven’t felt this happy since before my mom died. And you make me so happy.”

  Jackson pulled her onto his lap and held her close. She stared at the document, unable to fathom it.

  “I have some news for you, too.” She grinned. “I went to the doctor the other day and he told me we’re about to become parents. I’m six weeks’ pregnant.”

  Jackson sat motionless with a deadpan look on his face. “Why the hell did you let me bring you out here? You should be inside in a bed with your feet propped up and a soft mattress beneath you.”

  Autumn chuckled. “I’m fine. The doctor gave me a great bill of health. He did an ultrasound and took gallons of blood to make sure everything was okay. Everything is normal, Jax.”

  He cupped her cheeks. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I’m sure.” She grabbed his hand and brought it to her belly. “You’re going to make a great father, Jackson. You have so much love to give.”

  “I learned from you.” Jackson hugged her in his arms and then laughed saying, “Looks like I won.”

  “Won what?”

  “The bet.”

  “What bet?”

  “I needed to get you pregnant before July.” He nuzzled her neck and pressed a kiss there.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Your brothers started it. Jeff’s money is on anytime this year after October. Davis has between August and September. Nick has July. I told them they were all wrong. Looks like I was right so therefore I win.”

  “Jackson,” Autumn scolded him.

  “What?”

  Autumn turned to face him and forced him to meet her eyes. “Do you really want a baby?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Even if it’s not a little girl? If we have a little boy, you’d still want him too?”

  Jackson tilted his head to the side. “You mean we can’t send him back?”

  “Not funny.”

  Jackson’s hand slid up her thigh to the crotch of her barely-there panties. “I don’t care what we have. I’ll love a little boy just as much as a little girl.” His finger dipped inside her, and she closed her eyes, absorbing her husband’s touch. “As long as I get to make you come, I simply do not care.”

  The End

  About the Author

  Lexie’s love for writing began when she wrote her first play in fourth grade. With a big imagination and love for creating worlds, she wrote several more scripts that have placed first in contests. She loves to read but didn’t pick up a romance novel until high school and fell in love with the genre. Now she writes steamy stories, with heartfelt characters, letting her imagination take her wherever it may go.