Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 22709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. “I do. That’s why it sounded so good.”
Any sign of Geo’s shyness disappeared when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes slid shut, and I turned myself over to the moment. My hand slid to the back of his head, my fingers burying in his soft locks as his lips parted.
I slid my tongue against his, tasting the tangy ketchup on his taste buds. Geo gave a quiet moan and my grip tightened in his hair. I worried about hurting him, but before I could adjust my hold, his groan turned hungrier. I kissed him harder, our tongues twisting faster, no speed quickly enough to devour him.
I forgot about dinner, the game, everything except Geo’s flavor, and the need to get more of it. My pulse raced, sending my blood speeding through my veins; waking up every nerve and synapse. I could feel my heartbeat in my groin as my cock swelled with need.
At the sound of raucous applause, Geo pulled away suddenly, and I had to catch myself with a hand on the floor so I didn’t fall on him. “What happened?” he asked breathlessly, looking in the direction of the TV.
I blinked hard, trying to focus my blurry eyes. I followed his gaze, and it took a solid ten seconds for blood to reach my brain again, helping me remember what sport I was looking at. “Oh, um…” It was another five seconds before I realized what had happened. “Our team came back from behind. They’re up by two now. Actually, make that four,” I corrected as the Huskies sank another shot.
“This is exciting! I can see why you like this; I’m hooked.”
His smile was infectious. I rubbed my hand across his back as we ate and watched the game. Geo asked dozens of questions about fouls, the three-point line, and why the coaches were yelling so much. I loved every single one of them. His interest made me look deeper into the game, and it was as if I was experiencing it for the first time again. I had always loved the sport, but watching it with the right person made me appreciate it even more.
“This game is making me sweat,” Geo sighed once halftime began.
“And now you understand the madness title.”
He nodded with a smile. “I definitely do. But I think I have just the thing to help us relax.” He stood up, gathered our dishes, and disappeared from the room, returning just a few moments later juggling an armload of items.
“Do you need help?” I offered, preparing to stand, but Geo shook his head.
“Nope; I got it. I want you to just sit and relax.”
He dropped the items onto the coffee table and began assembling them; he placed a ceramic bowl on a stand and slid a candle beneath it. Once he lit the wick, he left the room again. When he returned the second time, Geo was carrying a variety of food items.
Next to the bowl, he placed an elongated plate which held chopped strawberries and bananas, marshmallows, and pretzels. He poured a heaping pile of chocolate chips into the bowl hovering over the flame, and I smiled.
“Chocolate fondue,” I said aloud as it clicked in my head what was happening. “This is so thoughtful, Geo. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He lifted a fork from the plate and swirled it through the chips, which melted quickly. Geo stabbed a strawberry and swirled it through the creamy chocolate and held it to my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around the fruit and popped it free from the fork, humming when the flavor hit my tongue, the perfect blend of sweet and tart. I collected a banana slice and dipped it in the liquid before passing it between Geo’s teeth. His answering moan of approval gave me the same pulse-pounding, pants-tightening sensation as earlier.
We took turns feeding each other the sweet and savory treats. Eventually, we gave up on the forks and used our hands, each of us taking care to lick every drop of chocolate from the other’s skin. If I thought my pants were tight before, I was damn near about to blow my zipper apart.
Emboldened by my own lust and the needy look in Geo’s eyes, I skipped the fruit and dipped the tip of my thumb and forefinger into the bowl. When Geo narrowed his gaze in confusion, I explained, “There’s something else I want to nibble on.”
“Do…you want me to go grab it from the kitchen?” The sweet man’s offer was sincere, his words were laced with hope and heat, as if he wasn’t fully allowing himself to believe what he wanted to hear.
“No, what I want is right here.” I reached over and gently pinched the lobe of his ear between my fingers, covering his skin in sweetness. I leaned in close and heard his breath catch as I replaced my fingertips with my lips, sucking gingerly.