Page 68 of Whips and Chains
The scalp massage morphed into a neck massage, my fingers digging into the tight muscles and forcing away the tension. Every finger had a different purpose, my thumbs getting in deep, forefingers soothing the sides of her neck, pinkies brushing the throat I so badly wanted to put my mouth to.
I worked my way across her shoulders, and then down her arms, pressing into her palms, kneading her biceps, stroking her skin.
Sliding back up to caress her chest. The gradual rise of her tits.
Her breath switched from slow and relaxed to something faster. Something needier.
I stroked lower, taking two handfuls of her breasts, cupping them, and groaning at the way they spilled over.
“That feels so good,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for something that is entirely my pleasure, Violet.” I could barely get the words out. They were deep and guttural and laced with need that was directed all at her.
“I’m not even touching you.”
“But you’re naked and wet and letting me touch you.”
She let out a sigh, her eyes fluttering open. She tilted her head back to look up at me.
My heart clenched so fucking tight I thought for a good long second I was having a heart attack.
But then I leaned down and planted my lips on hers, and the tightness in my chest ebbed away into something gentle and sweet.
Her arms lifted to hold each side of my face, and we kissed upside down, both of us soft and quiet, connecting in a way that was so different to the fast-and-hard fuck I’d given her the night before.
That had its place. It had been hot, and it had felt good.
But kissing her like this, intimately, with no audience…fuck. This shit owned my heart.
She twisted, flipping over onto her stomach, her rounded ass so fucking sweet peeking out of the soapy water. Herback arched so she could wrap her arms around my neck and continue kissing me, this time the right way up.
My lips parted, tongue seeking entrance, finding hers ready and willing. I grabbed the back of her head, unable to get enough of her taste, kissing her until my head spun, and all I could see and think and smell and feel was her.
“Need you,” I murmured over her lips, knowing I had no right but wanting it all the same. “Fucking hell, Violet. I love you.”
She drew back, but I didn’t want to see the questions in her expression. Didn’t want to give her the chance to tell me she didn’t feel the same.
I wrapped my arms around her back, hauling her up out of the bath, kissing her mouth so fucking thoroughly she didn’t have a chance to reject me.
I carried her to the bathroom vanity and settled her ass on the edge of it, her thick thighs spread out around me, banded around my waist like they had been made exactly for that purpose.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling like a woman’s body was made for mine. But every inch of Violet felt perfectly carved to fit the size of me.
I got straight back down on my knees and buried my face between her thighs.
Her pussy was the sweetest thing I’d ever had my tongue on. Her juices wept from her entrance, silky and smooth, showing me how turned on she already was. And I’d barely even started with her.
I licked her from entrance up to her clit and then set up camp there, worshipping that bud like it was a new god. Her pussy deserved a fucking cult of followers. I’d be the damn head of it for as long as she would let me.
She leaned back on the mirrored bathroom cabinet above the sink, and I drew her legs up so her feet rested on my shoulders, opening her up so I had full access to every inch of her slit and the tight little hole beneath.
She was all clean and delicious-smelling, and I just wanted to make her come for hours on end without sharing her with another soul.
I dragged my tongue all over her, kissing and nipping her inner thighs, loving the way they shook around my head whenever I got closer to her opening. I thrust first my tongue, and then my fingers into her channel, the fluttering beginnings of an orgasm sending straight-up pride through my system.
She liked this. Everything I was doing was what she needed. Her moans only confirmed it. She kept them quiet, bringing her arms up over her head to hang on to the top of the cabinet, and twisting her head so her mouth was muffled by her arm.
I fucked her with my tongue, my fingers joining in, stretching her wide so she could take two, then three.
