Page 78 of Every Bit As Perfect
He gently kissed my face, my temple, the line of my jaw and that oh so sensitive spot at the base of my throat.
I breathed through it, unmoving.But when he reached my mouth, his lips brushing over mine, nipping gently, coaxing my tongue oh so sweetly to come out to play, I couldn’t resist.
For one brief moment his tongue teased mine before he pulled back once again.
“That’s five,” he whispered against my mouth.
I nodded.It was worth it.
Equal parts frustrated and fully committed to this game of which I was so obviously the winner, I determined to see it through this time.
Five minutes later, when he pulled my nipple into his mouth, I took it.
When his long, talented fingers found my slit and drew my arousal up around my clit, I breathed deep and took it.
When he praised me for doing so well, I promised myself I’d take it all.
Then he knelt between my thighs, parted me with his thumbs, and licked.
I desperately wanted to lift my head to watch.My stomach muscles clenched.
He paused.
Oh, please don’t stop.
I forced my muscles to relax.
He dipped his head.
And I took it.
Unwilling to move and break the spell, I focused on his lips, his tongue, his gruff, satisfied groans as he worshiped my center.
My legs began to tremble.I prayed he would continue, the pleasure he delivered so sweetly erotic I wanted to cry.
With my brain focused and engaged on the insane task of remaining still while he tortured me, he set me free to feel.
And what a feeling it was, heat bristling at the apex of my thighs and billowing outward.
His mouth hot and open over my sex, the flat of his tongue laving my clit.
My legs quivered uncontrollably.
He soothed me with a sweep of his hand but did not let up with his sweet mouth, gently sucking my flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my sensitive opening, and returning to gently tap my clit with the tip of his tongue while I broke apart, unmoving, save for the violent shudder that overtook my entire body.
Flying, floating, sailing, so high above the ground I might never have come down.
My mind free.
My heart full.
My eyes welling with emotion as my body went lax.
Abruptly, he covered me, his mouth on my mouth, his tongue lashing mine, my taste on his lips.
I lay open and willing beneath him.
He praised me between kisses.“You did so well, little spitfire.I’m so proud of you.How do you feel?”
