That grin couldn't get any wider at her promise to make him beg. "I'm ready and waiting, baby." Boy was he, he nearly ached he was so hard. And some how he managed to stiffen up more as she thoroughly cleaned his fingers. His lips parted, that grin gone, a audible swallow coursing down his throat.
A low growled groan purred in his throat as he watched her finger herself. He couldn't see much, but it was enough to know she was doing it right on his lap. And like a dutiful puppy, he nodded stupidly when she asked if he wanted a taste.
His arms circled around her as her lips pressed to his. Her body conforming to his. How was this not hot? He kissed her passionately, searching out every bit of that 'taste'. If a man could live on taste alone, that would wipe out pie, and everything else.