“Mmmm. That is a an award-winning drink,” he growled against her skin, and she writhed into him. He raised his head and poured more of the drink on her belly. Some of it spilled onto the lounge chair, but he quickly captured the rest with his tongue. A ripple of desire tore through her as he touched her. She wished her hands were free so she could push his head between her legs where she wanted him. Where she was dying for him. She desperately wanted to grab hard onto his hair, pull him into her, and let him plunder her with his tongue. She ached for his touch, and she was turned on beyond any and all reason.
But he had other plans, inching up to her br**sts, cupping them in his big strong hands.
“Your br**sts are gorgeous, and I bet you’d like it if I bite down just a little bit,” he whispered roughly against her skin, and his sexy words made her even more fevered. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth until she cried out. Then he bit down. Not so hard it hurt, but hard enough that it hurt so good.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Good.” He licked a wet path between her br**sts, squeezing them as he brought the other one into his mouth, sucking hard on her nipple til it was a diamond point in his mouth. Her hips shot up, her body nearly begging for relief. Every flicker, every touch of his tongue on her drove her wild, sending sparks through all her cells. He drew her nipple across his teeth, slowly, so torturously slowly that she cried out. “Please.”
“I can do so much more to you with my mouth.”
“I want it,” she panted. “I want to know all the things you can do with your mouth.”
“Then I’ll have to stop talking and start eating,” he said, looking up at her holding her lustful gaze with his own dark, hooded one.
“You better,” she said, and gasped as he settled between her legs, his strong shoulders against her thighs. He licked her once, swirling his tongue against her wetness. She arched her hips instantly, her body terribly desperate for his touch. For contact where she wanted him most. He pulled back to look at her.
“More, please,” she said playfully.
“You like that?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I need you to spread your legs then, Julia. I can’t go down on you the way I want until your legs are wide open.”
Heat surged in her body as he dirty talked her.
“How far?”
She let her knees fall open, watched his reaction. His eyes grew darker, as he stared greedily at her center. She’d never wanted a man to go down on her more than she did in this instant. She was dying for his mouth. She wanted to feel his lips and let him work his magic tongue on her. She wanted to let go, to give in to the moment, to the night, to the tantalizing possibility of coming hard and good with him.
She needed it; the blinding wave of getting lost in release, the druggy bliss of pleasure and how it could drown out all your troubles, at least temporarily, and leave you awash in intoxication for a spell.
“I want you wide open for me. I want to see how far you can spread your legs,” he said, pressing his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushing her legs apart.
She felt helpless with her wrists pinned over her head, as he opened her legs into a wide V. She was submitting to him, trusting him with her pleasure – naked, tied and spread on the leather chaise lounge.
“I need to make sure you keep your thighs wide open for me because that’s how I like it. You think you can come from just my tongue? Because I’m not going to use my fingers,” he said roughly, in a challenging tone, then flicked his tongue against her wetness to demonstrate what he could do with his tongue alone. The feeling of him was so astonishing she groaned loudly, wriggling her hips. “Yeah, I think I can come from your tongue.”
“You sure? Because I want to save the inside of you for my cock. It’s going to be hard for me to hold back, but I can do it. Can you?” he asked again as he pressed a hot wet kiss between her legs.
She moaned and rocked into him. “Yes. Your tongue is amazing.”
“You have to do it my way, Julia.” With a firm grip on her legs, he licked up the side of her thigh, causing her to shudder, then move her legs reflexively.
“Keep them open, gorgeous,” he commanded. “If you close your legs, I’ll stop.”
“I’ll keep my legs spread,” she said in a raspy voice she barely recognized as her own. Hell, she barely recognized herself, she was so overcome with lust and the aching need for him. “I will.”
“You listen to me, and I’ll make you writhe and moan. If you don’t listen, I will have to stop and wait until you can follow orders,” he said sharply, staring hard at her, his brown eyes making it clear he was in charge. “Don’t make me wait. I don’t want to wait. I want to taste you so badly it’s killing me.”
“I’ll listen because I can’t wait either,” she said, surprised how she’d shifted from the badass woman on her knees with his thick c**k in her mouth, to the submissive, giving over her pleasure to this man she barely knew. But sometimes that was the point of being with someone you barely knew. Because you could give in to the purity of the physical. You could shuck off the days and the nights, and linger in that other zone where troubles couldn’t touch you. Where you were impervious. She was there now; she wanted to stay there all night long. If that made her submissive, or bad, or sex-crazed, fine. She’d take any and all of those adjectives heaped on her. But right now, all she knew was want, and that was all she wanted to know.
To hell with her problems, her troubles, her past. To hell with her ex and to all she owed. To hell with everything else but this.
He pressed his tongue against her wetness, licking her, swirling delicious lines across her core. She angled her hips closer to his mouth, gasping in delirious pleasure as he kissed her hard and licked her. He explored her, sensually, deliberately, consuming her as if she were the best thing he’d ever tasted. That’s how he made her feel with the sounds that rumbled low in his throat as he stroked his tongue across her.
He lavished attention on her clit and she screamed in pleasure, futilely trying to grasp at something, anything, with her tied-up hands – just to hold on – as he buried his tongue inside her.
She arched her hips as the sensations shot through her, hard and fast, like quicksilver tearing through her blood and veins. The feelings were so intense from his delicious mouth making love to her, and his hands holding her down hard, making her open and completely vulnerable. She had no choice but to let him go down on her however he wanted. He was masterful with his lips and his tongue, licking her clit while kissing her pu**y senseless. Her pulse raced, her blood roared. Soon, she started to lose control, rocking into him recklessly. She wanted to pull him close, but her hands were pinned, and she liked it that way. No, she reveled in it – as the waves of ecstasy slammed into her, crashing into every corner, flooding her inside and out.