Echo in the Hall
Page 17
She brandished it. “Maybe you’d like a little whipped topping then.”
Ah, that was Chloe, always appealing to his sweet tooth. Grinning, Alex grabbed the can and squirted a little of the white creamy foam across her lips. He bent to lick it off at the same time she tried to taste it, and their tongues tangled. Their lips merged into a creamy mess that required two tongues to clean up. Both were laughing by the time the last of the cream was gone from their faces.
Alex brandished the can. “Let’s see what other parts go well with whipped cream.”
Moment’s later Chloe’s underwear was on the floor and her pussy was covered in sweet foam. Alex stuck a finger in and licked it. “Chloe, you look tasty. Good enough to eat.”
“So eat me, Alex.”
Alex diligently set to work removing the cream with his tongue, eliciting first giggles then long moans from her. So sweet, even when the cream was gone, and her own flavors took over. Chloe was the tastiest woman he’d ever known.
Inside his pants his cock grew rock-hard and needy. He’d bust a zipper if he didn’t get it out of there soon. Alex fumbled to free himself until Chloe’s hands took over, carefully easing him out of his pants.
Holding his cock in her hand, she grabbed the can and sprayed a little on the tip. Alex jerked as the cold topping hit his over-sensitized penis.
Chloe giggled. “Now, now, I didn’t complain. Don’t worry, I’ll warm it up.” Her lips closed over his cock, drawing him deep inside her mouth.
Shit, fuck, damn that was good! After experiencing the cold whipped cream, her mouth felt so hot on his cock. So good, so very, very good. Great even.
Too great. “Chloe, stop, I’m going to come.”
She pulled him out of her mouth and grinned up at him. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
No one ever teased him the way she did. “On your hands and knees, woman. I want to fuck you now.”
Shaking with suppressed laughter, Chloe followed his instructions, her beautiful ass facing him. Alex spread her cheeks, searching for the opening to her pussy. He needed to fuck her, hard, then soft, then however she wanted it, but he needed to fuck her right now. He placed his cock at the entry to her pussy and slid a little in her, moving her hips toward him. Then he pulled back and thrust deep inside.
Chloe moaned, her giggles gone. She rocked forward and back on her hands and knees, keeping with his rhythm, using the push and pull of Alex’s hands to guide her movements.
Not that she needed guidance, any more than he did. They’d been lovers too long now to not know each other’s needs, wants, and what it took to give happiness. Most of the time for Alex, all it took was one of Chloe’s smiles.
At the moment, her rocking pussy was making him weak with pleasure. He drove in once, twice more, and felt her contract around him, her pussy squeezing tight around his cock, and she gasped out his name.
“Alex, oh shit!”
Alex gasped—Chloe never swore. Then she let out a scream, and he forgot about anything else as he drove deep within her, his seed spilling into her depths.
She collapsed under him, and he fell next to her on the floor. Dragging her into his arms, Alex nibbled the back of her neck.
“Mine,” he said.
Her laugh was shaky. “Yes dear, all yours. Always, Alex.”
He turned her onto her back and stared down at her. “Always, Chloe?”
“Yes, always.”
Exaltation filled him. “All right. Prove it.”
Chloe looked confused. “How should I do that?”
Grabbing at his pants, now gathered around his knees, Alex fetched the small box he’d hidden in his pocket. He handed it to her.
Opening it, she stared at the diamond ring. Not too big, but not too small. A little old-fashioned in style, but so was Chloe. “It was my grandmother’s,” he told her.
Chloe gazed up at him, her clothes undone, hair fallen from its bun, traces of whipped cream on her chin. She was a mess and he’d never seen her so beautiful.
“What do I say?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“Say yes, please. I want our relationship legalized. Having Aphrodite’s blessing is great, but if we’re going to have those babies she was talking about, we need a marriage license.”
“Babies?” Her eyes lit with joy and Alex knew he’d guessed right. Chloe did want children.
“Yeah, babe. Babies.” He stroked her smooth stomach. “I’d love to take your picture with my kid inside.”
“Love, Alex? That’s not a safe word for you.”
“It is where you’re concerned.” He put the ring on her finger. “I love you and I want you to be my wife. Is the answer yes?”
She smiled at him. “Yes, Alex. Yes to being your wife, yes to the babies. I love you, too.”
He took her in his arms. “I think there’s an echo in here.” She giggled as he licked the last of the whipped cream off her chin. “I love you, babe.”
About the author:
Cricket Starr lives in the San Francisco Bay area with her husband of more years than she chooses to count. She loves fantasies, particularly sexual fantasies, and sees her writing as an opportunity to test boundaries. Her driving ambition is to have more fun than anyone should or could have. While published in other venues under her own name, she's found a home for her erotica writing here at Ellora's Cave.
Cricket welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Cricket Starr:
Divine Interventions: Violet Among the Roses
The Doll
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com