Page 44 of Safe and Sound

“Next I’ll make a trail up to your ear.” His mouth then echoed his words as his lips brushed against my collarbone. A pleasurable sigh escaped my lips when Dare started licking and sucking the sensitive skin on my neck up to my ear. It sent wet heat pooling between my legs.

“Where to next?” I questioned breathlessly.

“Here,” he replied, as his lips tongue slid down my carotid artery to flick against my collarbone.”

“If you must,” I replied.

He chuckled against my skin. “I have to say I’ll probably only get halfway across your collarbone before the allure of your beautiful tits call to me.”

I giggled. “I am Greek, so it makes sense they have such a siren’s call?”

“They’re greedy bitches wanting my hands and my mouth.”

I gasped when Dare’s mouth covered my nipple with warm heat. He sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the swollen nipple. “Um, yes, that’s very good,” I panted.

At the flick of his tongue back and forth, my thighs scissored for friction.

With his breath fanning against my hardened nub, Dare said, “Of course, I can’t leave the other one out of the attention.” He then moved to suckle my other breast.

As the heat built between my legs, I knew where I wanted his mouth desperately. But I also knew he was going to give me a hard time. “Where to next?”

“From the smell of your arousal, I know where you want me.”

“Yes, desperately,” I mewled, sawing my legs back and forth.

“Patience.”

“I’m too horny to be patient. I’ve got seven months of abstinence to make up.”

Dare chuckled. “Well, I suppose I could lick and suck my way down your stomach. My kisses would grow closer and closer to your fanny.”

I jerked my head off the mattress to stare at him. “My what?”

“Your fanny.”

“You’re going to kiss my ass?”

He snorted. “While I wouldn’t object to it, I was talking about your pussy.”

“Then why didn’t you say that?”

“I wanted to know if you knew any Irish slang words.” With a wink, he added, “You are sorely lacking in that department.”

With a playful roll of my eyes, I countered, “Why in the world would I know Irish slang?”

“Fanny is British slang, too.”

“And I’m a Greek American.”

As his lips started a trail down my stomach, he . “What do you call this in Greek?”

“Mouní,” I replied.

“I prefer Irish, but to humor you, I’m going to fuck yourmouniwith my tongue.”

As I widened my thighs for him, the cool air swirled around my fiery center. “Yes,” I panted as his tongue trailed across the skin of my abdomen.

“Now I’ll kiss and lick your delicious inner thighs.”

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