“Some pepper and some water,” she says as she opens it and already starts taking pieces out.
“Fuckin’ pepper, Lee?You’re asking for heartburn.”
“I mean, at this point, what does it matter?”She questions.“It all gives me heartburn.I might as well eat something that I’m craving.”
“I guess that makes sense.Want a fork?”
“Don’t need one,” she talks around her mouthful.“Doing very well with just these two fingers right here.”She holds up her index finger and thumb.
Chuckling, I go have a seat next to her and begin eating with her.
“Try it with the pepper.”She pushes the shaker over next to me.
“No, thank you, that’s too weird for me.”
She grins over, giving me shit.“C’mon, don’t be a butthead.Take a bite.”She holds it up to my mouth.
“A butthead?Who you calling a butthead?”
“You.”She nods.“He’s moving a lot tonight.”She reaches down, moving her hand up and down over her stomach.
“Probably because you’re feeding him pepper covered cantaloupe.”
She scrunches her nose.“Whatever.”She puts the piece of fruit in front of my mouth again.“Are you going to take a bite or not?”
“I dunno.”
“Is big, bad Bishop Erickson scared?”She taunts.
Grabbing hold of her wrist with a small amount of pressure, I bring her lips toward my mouth.Even though she flutters her eyes downward, I don’t miss the spark of desire at the pressure I exerted.Sometimes my girl likes it when I get a little rough and it appears this may be something she wants to explore tonight.
“Never scared,” I whisper before taking the fruit in my mouth and twirling my tongue along her fingers.
“Mmmm,” she moans in her throat as I nip slightly.
“It isn’t horrible,” I concede as I finish chewing and swallow.
“See.”She quirks a brow at me, all smart ass and defiant.
“I know how it would taste better.”My tone grows darker.
“How?”
Reaching over, I grasp the tank top she’s wearing, pushing it down so that her tits are visible over the neckline.Lately, her nipples are so sensitive it’s almost too much for her to wear bras.Taking out a piece of the fruit, I run it along the tight bud before dipping in and licking off the juice with my tongue.
“Bishop,” she gasps, digging her nails into my scalp.
“You like that?”I question as I move the fruit up to her mouth and lightly tease it between her lips.
She takes it, licking my fingers as she does.Again, I repeat my ministrations, loving how much faster her breath is coming.
Just as I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting, we hear a noise down the hallway.Quickly, I cover her up.“Maybe we should take this back to our room.”My voice is full of gravel and my cock is standing at full attention.
“Maybe we should,” she agrees.
Getting up, she walks all regal in front of me, before looking over her shoulder.“Bishop, bring the fruit.”
Chuckling, I grab the container and follow her to paradise.