“That’s right, Wild Strawberry,” I chuckle. “So, what’s your safe word?”

“Red!” she repeats.

“You have my word. We won’t do anything extreme, but I tend to get a little kinky. If anything is way out of your comfort zone, use the safe word.”

“I will.”

“Now you’re ready to play,” I say. “Part your legs,” I instruct.

She does.

I climb on the bed.

I grab her legs and spread them further apart, settling my weight between them.

My eyes are glued to her pretty pink pussy. “Look at that beautiful sight.”

Her body shivers.

I lie down on the bed, and lower my head until I can inhale her heady scent.

Fucking heaven.

I slip the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips.

She gasps a sharp breath of surprise.

I slip my tongue further in.

She pants in a strangled voice as she pulls on the bonds.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand.

“It’s too much,” she says.

“Do you need to use your safe word?”

“I never said that.” Her tone is indignant.

“Just checking.”

“I’m not used to being with a man who’s this talented with his fingers and his tongue,” she admits.

“Sounds like you’re upgrading tonight,” I chuckle.

“Big time,” she laughs.

“Now that you’ve distracted me, I’m going to have to make up for those precious minutes lost.”

“It doesn’t sound like it’s going to bode too well for me.”

“On the contrary,” I tell her.

I resume my mission.

Pinning her legs open, my mouth begins to work her sensitive flesh with the same intensity that I’d kissed her mouth.

“Oh shit,” she exclaims, then yelps as my tongue pushes inside her.