Page 43 of Analysing Her Assets

His cock was as hard as it’d ever been, yet that typical ‘let’s get to it’ male drive was absent. He was content to stroke her toes until midnight, if that was all she wanted.

“Right, that’s lovely, you’re making lovely noises...”

Gideon didn’t notice he was emitting sounds, but now he’d become aware that he fell into her rhythm, that he was punctuating her sentences with softly hummed grunts. He followed her commands and reached her ankle. It was slender, the skin soft under his fingers. Without being told to, he licked the delicate skin of the back of her ankle, it tasted perfumy. He registered her deep shudder.

“Oh, that was nice, Gideon,” hearing his name was important. She wasn’t thinking of anyone else. It was her and him in her bed. “Continue up my calf, yes, that’s great, small kisses like that, and whatever you’re doing with your tongue, that’s great.”

He kissed his slow way onto the sweet spot behind her knee, where the familiar intoxicating scent was strongest. He contemplated opening his eyes because if he did, he’d see right up her dress.

“Don’t open your eyes,” said the black-haired mind reader. “Kiss me right where you are, up my thigh, that’s lovely, whatever you do, please don’t open your eyes...” He supported the weight of her leg with his shoulder and sucked on the soft flesh of her thigh, getting drunk on the scent of her nearing pussy.

“That’s great. Now lay my leg down and move to my other leg.”

Gideon almost howled with frustration at being taken from the promised land. But he kept his mouth and his eyes shut as he turned and groped with his hands blindly up her other leg until he held on to her other foot.

“Pull on my big toe gently, yes, like that is nice, now the toe next to it, hmmmm, that’s good when you stretch it like that.” She was husky, needy, and he made her sound like that. His swollen cock was trapped and uncomfortable in his underwear, but his hands were full of Tamar so there was nothing he could do to ease it.

“Up my thigh.” He nibbled the malleable flesh with his teeth. Her mesmerizing voice hummed, a constant background, the words decipherable, and now he could almost anticipate her, but he was careful not to go too fast or be hasty.

“Kiss me a little, yes. That’s nice.”

His mouth was glued to her inner leg, close to the heady smell of her arousal. He would perform so well tonight, he vowed to himself vehemently. He would be so good, that she would want to continue their deal.

“Put my leg down. Soon I’m going to ask you to lick my pussy, Gideon.” He loved hearing his name, dropped like candy. “I’m going to tell you how to do it.”

Yes, please, Gideon’s cock and mind were, for once, in complete accord. He was on his knees. His head was right there, poised between her thighs, like a man leaning to drink from a brook.

“Open your eyes,” the hypnotic voice said, and Gideon opened his eyes after what felt like a very long while. Her dress was tangled around her waist, showing the stark contrast between her gleaming pale belly and her glistening wet black pubic hair.

For some reason, once he opened his eyes, her scent hit him forcefully.

“I need you to lick me around my clit.” He had already located the small burgundy nub. It had the same luscious color as her dress.

“Give a strong swish upwards, toward my stomach, without touching my clit, as if you were righting an ice cream cone, preventing it from falling. Do you know what I mean?” She didn’t wait for his answer, busy as he was with scooping her exotic, rich flavored slit.

“Yes, you’re doing it right, now on the other side, but avoid it don’t touch it, I’m so turned on right now it would be too much.”

She was so specific, precise. She wasn’t hoping he would be an awesome lover, she was making him one. For her. For what she liked. And he performed. It was a marvel how, in such a short time, they were so in sync. He licked her again and again around her clit, his own arousal a constant, heavy weight between his legs, his straining cock stretching his balls.

“Suck me Gideon, now lick me, now suck me, lick me, more, more...” He continued licking and sucking, creating a vacuum around her clit. He’d already learned and accustomed himself to what she needed from him, and now he was just giving it to her until she told him to stop.

Which she didn’t.

His hands sank, squeezing lightly the soft weight of her butt as he lifted her from the mattress. He penetrated her with his tongue, then went back to scooping and slurping and sucking some more.

“More... more.”

He didn’t stop, not even when her hips shot upwards and her pelvic bone hit his nose. He held her with both palms, like a chalice, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked for his life. Tamar’s thighs clenched around his face. He could no longer hear words, only incomprehensible noises, then she shook in his arms, and his mouth and nose filled with warm liquid, which was slightly sweet. After spewing a little in surprise, he drank what he managed of her juice. Then he lapped around, catching every delicious drop.

Gideon had never made a woman squirt before.

Tamar breathed hard. “Oh, shit, I never...I never...”

He laid her gently on the bed, then crawled over her, placing his knees around her waist, his arms next to her ears. Her usually sleek hair was matted, strewn on the pillow. Her dark eyes were dazed and heavy. She looked totally unraveled—and it was his doing. She had tutored him on how to make her gush.

There was crazy tension between his legs, a pressure so thick, his cock so engorged, he felt as hung as an elephant. He groaned helplessly at the sprawled Tamar.

“Tamar, I need, I...” He was so turned on he had trouble forming rational speech. He must have looked wild, panting and hovering above her, his hair drenched with her nectar, his mouth and face glistening.

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