And then she dipped her hand into the bowl and grabbed more paste.
Ah, again with the torture.
“How long do I have to keep this on?”
“An hour.”
“An hour?” Travis mumbled a curse. “And what am I supposed to do for an entire hour. It’s not like I can move my arms or anything. I’ll get this crap everywhere.”
“You…” She put the bowl down and wiped her hands on the towel. “…you don’t have to do a thing.”
Smiling, he leaned back, feeling quite smug that he was going to get rewarded for such good behavior. Travis yawned and shook his head. Damn, he was tired.
Kacey bit her lip and began kissing across his stomach.
He yawned again and closed his eyes.
Her tongue made tiny circles on his skin, blazing a hot trail all the way up to his chest. He tried to lean down, to catch her tongue in his mouth, to pleasure her the way she was pleasuring him.
She pulled back and shook her head, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer, careful not to get any of the paste on her.
Her hands skimmed up his neck and dug into his hair. She tugged at his lower lip and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to have you to myself.”
“To torture me?” he said hoarsely.
“Absolutely. After all, you tortured me when I was little, so it’s only fair to have a little retaliation.” She licked his ear. He nearly fell off the couch. He was having a damn hard time keeping his hands from moving to any part of her body. He felt like he was going to explode. The only good thing was that he knew no numbing cream had gotten on the lower region of his body.
That, he knew with absolute certainty.
Though, if she kept kissing him like that, he was going to be begging for something to keep him from embarrassing himself.
“Kace.” His mouth found hers. He parted her lips and twirled his tongue in her mouth, tasting every part of her, taking his time and feeling the hot sensation of her mouth on his.
Feeling more at ease, he leaned back, allowing her to straddle him. He kept his arms firmly at his sides.
Her kisses relaxed him somehow, made him feel comfortable and…
“Crap.”
“Pardon?” Kacey’s head popped up giving him a glorious view down her shirt.
“The Benadryl.” Oh God, was he slurring? No, no, this was not happening, not when things were going so great.
“What about it?” Kacey went back to work, kissing down his stomach.
“Itsh making me shleepy.” Travis began to see double. Kacey suddenly grew two heads, and his arms felt so heavy he was sure they had detached from his body.
“Kacshy?” Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a minute, no longer, he would get rejuvenated and…
****
“Travis?” Kacey shook him, and he moaned and let out a snore.
Too much Benadryl.
“And th
is is what happens when people don’t build up a tolerance!” she said to herself. She shrugged and picked up the bowl and towel. As she walked into the kitchen she heard another snore and couldn’t help but giggle. Poor guy.