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Taking His Risk (Year of the Billionaire #2) Page 4
Author: K.C. Falls

He skipped over my pussy on his way to my legs, as I thought he would. Before that part of me got any attention, he seemed determined to explore every other square inch of me. He nibbled at my inner thighs, alternating kisses, sucking and nipping bites to the tender flesh. I couldn't help but grab a handful of his hair and try to nudge him up toward my sex.

Pushing my hand away from him, he said, "I think you're not quite ready yet. We have so much territory to cover."

His mouth found the back of my knees and I moaned with the pleasure of his attention on them. The blindfold kept me guessing as he repositioned himself. Then I felt him place each of my calves across his thighs. He was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed.

He began a slow foot massage on one of my feet. Rolling both of his thumbs against my instep and up over the ball of my foot gave me a wonderful feeling. When he pulled my foot closer to his face, I could feel his breath close to my toes. Suddenly, I felt his tongue snake between my big toe and my second toe. I didn't know what to feel! He moved to the space between the second and third. God it felt divine. I never realized how sensitive my foot was. I didn't want to groan. Something in me was saying "No, no. That's kinky stuff, weirdness. You should not enjoy this so much." But I did enjoy it. A lot.

"Oh dear God, Tristan. That feels so, so good." Maybe it was better that I didn't see his mouth on my foot, maybe it was easier to let him do these things when I couldn’t see.

Tristan just murmured and ran his tongue down my instep before he took the other one up for its share of attention.  By the time he was done with my feet, I was writhing against the mattress ready to yank the man up between my legs by his ears.

I felt him shift again as his legs went out behind him and he kissed his way back up my legs. His broad shoulders burrowed under my thighs as he began to nuzzle around my pussy. I could feel how swollen I was. The petal folds were plump with arousal and my clit was quivering, engorged, needy. Tristan kissed into the place just where my body meets my leg. He took his mouth and pressured the skin just next to the lips. Then he took the lips in turn and kissed and sucked on them, too.

I was dying to have him take my clit in his mouth. I was so turned on by this time that I was sure it would be a matter of 1, 2, 3 and I'd be blasting off into a sonic boom of an orgasm. But he just kept working the edges, swelling the swollen even more. Occasionally, he would flick my throbbing erection with his tongue or pause to suck it into his mouth but he didn’t apply any pressure or begin any rhythm.

I began to whimper with need. "Please, please . . ." I thrashed my head from side to side, suddenly more aware than ever that I couldn't see him or what he was doing to me.

"Please what, my sweet, tasty Raina?" he asked from between my legs.

"Fuck me Tristan, now. Enter me. I can't wait any longer."

"I think you can."

He started to work on my clit, but too slowly and softly to push me over. I tried to grind myself into him harder, to get the pressure I wanted, but he deflected my effort.

"Tristan, please. You're driving me crazy."

"Tell me."

I could hear the huskiness in his voice. I knew my arousal pleased him. I knew that, if I could see his eyes, they would be half-hooded and clouded with desire for me. "Now. I want your cock in me. I don't want to wait to fuck you. Now!"

"Listen to yourself," he whispered in my ear as he positioned his body over mine. "Listen to what a demanding horny bitch you've become, my Queen." He growled with special emphasis on the 'horny bitch' part and returned to pure honey on 'my Queen'. I loved the sound of that--Tristan King's queen.

His cock was just at my entrance and he moved his hips so that the head slid back and forth over my slick folds. I opened my legs wide and urged him into me. He filled me with a slow smooth thrust. The pure sensation of joining body to body, engulfed us both.

Moving ever so slowly, Tristan began to stroke inside me. He positioned himself high against my pubic bone, over me, rather than deep within me. I wrapped my legs around him and rocked against him.

"That's the way, concentrate on getting that clit massaged . . ."

The base of his cock and the angle of his bone against mine had zeroed in on my needy erection perfectly. I began to push back against him each time he reached the apex of his shallow stroke. He breathed encouragement to me.

"It's all yours, baby. Your cock, for just your pleasure. Show me how good it feels."

There was nothing but his voice and the quivering, reaching desire of our bodies. I gripped his shoulders hard and bore up against him. He was still moving in a languid rhythm but the way his cock was hitting me drove me closer and closer to orgasm. When I came, it was with a series of long, long spasms that went on forever. The pleasure diffused through my body. Instead of being sharp, it was encompassing, everything in me seemed engulfed with pure, crystalline pleasure. It ended with small shuddering sobs. I felt the tears behind the sash, wetting the edges. He pulled the satin blindfold away and kissed my eyelids.

"The sacred tears of Raina. You gave them to me."

I sniffed a little sniff and smiled into his handsome face. "A gift gladly given. Oh, Tristan, such pleasure . . ."

He shifted his weight slightly and started to move again.

"It's your turn now," I told him as I angled my hips so that he could fill me with his full length, deeply, up to the very mouth of my womb. I held the backs of my knees open and urged him with my body and my words to come.

"Now, fuck me hard. I want it hard and I want to feel you take what's yours."

"Oh, baby, that's it . . . tell me."

"Hard, Tristan, slam your beautiful cock into me . . . into my cunt." I watched his face as I spoke. Saying the forbidden words brought him to the tipping point. I could see it in the contortion of his face as he threw his head back and held himself deep within me. He moved only slightly as he emptied himself into me. My body had just been so, so well satisfied and now I had the other, equally beautiful pleasure of having his satisfaction poured into me.

He stayed on top of me for a moment or two. My arms slowly relaxed away from their tight grip on his shoulders and my legs slipped away from his waist. His cock shrunk into satisfied slumber and soon we joined it, twined around each other as the jet moved closer to its mystery destination.

Two

The pilot must have relaxed the rules (or been ordered to) because I awoke in bed to the sound and feeling of the plane landing. Tristan awoke also and told me just to sleep on if I wanted to.

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