Mouth to Mouth by Erin McCarthy

Author:Erin McCarthy [Erin McCarthy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2005-01-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

H e had dumped Pixy powder on her nipple.

Laurel stared down at her breast in shock. She had thought Russ was going to toss the candy in his mouth, like he had at the store, not pour it all over her naked body and—oh, good Lord—lick it off.

He was lapping at her, his tongue elongated as it curved towards her, lifting flecks of candy off her nipple, wetting her, the powder, and his lips until all three were shiny and sticky and covered in deep pink sugar. Laurel grabbed onto the bed, tried to move back away from his questing mouth, but he resisted, held her in place.

It wasn’t that she objected, or it didn’t feel good. The problem was, it felt too good, so shocking and intimate and wild that she was overly sensitive, anxiously aroused. And maybe, still just a touch embarrassed.

Maybe other people doused each other in kiddie candy and licked it off on a regular basis, but she had no experience with this sort of thing.

She kind of liked it.

Now that the powder was wet, it clumped together in little crystallized balls, and pricked and pulled at her skin as Russ closed his mouth completely around her, taking in her nipple, areola, and a good portion of her breast. She groaned, the sweet scent of watermelon overwhelming her nostrils.

When he pulled back, he glanced up at her, a satisfied smile on his face. “Mmmm, I really like the pink ones.”

Russ’s tongue darted out to do a thorough circle around her nipple in a final cleanup.

Laurel sucked in her breath. Her nipple hovered wet and aching in front of his mouth. Her thighs shifted restlessly below the sheet, wanting in on the action. Russ was waiting for her response. What she said would either send him into a retreat, or to more traditional means of seduction, or she could give him permission to continue with whatever he had in mind.

Her hesitation lasted only a split second. She trusted Russ. She wanted Russ.

“Is pink your favorite?” she asked, rolling onto her back so her breasts rose enticingly—she hoped—in front of him.

Given the way his nostrils flared, chances were pretty good he agreed.

“I’m not sure I have a favorite. Let’s test it.” His hand shot out, grabbed a handful of Pixy Stix.

“Purple.” He tore it open and dropped it on her other nipple. Then he licked a path across the top of her breast, avoiding the powder. “It will stick better if I wet it first.” He tapped his finger on an opened red stix, dropping powder on the damp flesh.

He repeated the process on her other breast, laying out green and orange on patches of flesh he’d moistened first, until Laurel couldn’t decide if she wanted to laugh or have an orgasm.

“Russ…” she murmured, to what purpose she hadn’t a clue.

He took a tentative lick of each color, in such quick, rapid succession that she barely felt him. “Hmm, I couldn’t tell, Laurel. I’ll have to try again.

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