Notorious (Playing With Fire)

She giggled, her toes wiggling as if asking for more. “I didn’t know either. I always thought it sounded stupid. To be turned on by feet.”

“Your feet are very sexy. Especially when you’re wearing high heels. Your legs are sexy too.”

“Such a flatterer,” she said, her voice going wispy when he drew her big toe between his lips and sucked.

“Mmm, I speak the truth.” His hands wandered up her leg, stroking her calf, tickling the back of her knee. She giggled and jerked in reflex, unable to escape his attention and he continued to torment her. Gaining a bit of perverse pleasure in knowing she couldn’t get away from his roaming hands, his tickling fingers.

Her giggles evaporated into whispery sighs when he settled himself between her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs with both hands. Her skin was impossibly soft there, and sensitive. He felt her tremble beneath his questing fingertips, smelt the pungent aroma of her arousal and he breathed deep, inhaling her very essence.

A scent he knew he would never grow tired of.

His cock jerked in reaction when he finally allowed himself to look at the prize spread out before him. Her glistening folds beckoned, creamy droplets made a wet path down the very inside of her thighs. His lids lifted, and he found her staring at him, her teeth buried into her fleshy bottom lip, her eyes wide and beseeching.

“Please,” she whispered, her legs jerking, her eyes sliding closed when he pressed his face against her.

Holding himself there took every bit of restraint he had but he did it. He didn’t so much as touch her, just continued to breathe on her, her scant pubic hair ruffling with his every exhalation. “Open your eyes, Stace.”

She looked at him, her expression pained and she arched her hips in the most subtle of gestures. Yet she didn’t say a word.

He wondered idly if she could even speak. Her juices were flowing now, the heat of her pussy like fire. Drawing him in, drawing him closer but still

he didn’t touch her.

“Watch me,” he commanded. “Watch me devour you.”

“Please, Eric,” she rasped, a sigh of relief and pleasure escaping her when he nuzzled his nose against her.

She was so wet. Hot. He kissed her swollen clit, wrapped his lips around the bit of flesh and sucked and her hips bucked against him. How she loved it when he played with her clit. She was so responsive, so fucking beautiful like this. Tied up and sprawled open just for him.

He wondered if anyone could see them through the open window.

Leaning up on his forearms, he traced his index finger down her slit, nestling deeper. He traced her folds, mapping each little bit of flesh before he teased her entry, slipped the very tip of his finger inside her. Her inner muscles grappled for him, drawing him in and he slid his finger further. Slow and easy until he was all the way inside.

Stacy moaned, louder as he started to finger fuck her with earnest. Slipped two fingers inside her, then three, stretching her to the fullest as he watched in fascination, his fingers coated with her juices. Her swollen pussy lips darkened to a deep rose, her clit throbbed and he leaned in, sucking it, swirling his tongue around it. Her cream rained down on his lips, he heard the juicy sounds of her pussy as he pumped in and out of her and fuck, he wanted to be inside her so bad. Feel those tight, hot inner tissues clamp around him. Sucking him inside her body so deep he never wanted to leave.

Crying out his name, she stiffened beneath him for a brief, breathless moment before she fell apart. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm as she very nearly sobbed her pleasure. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue circling slowly around her clit until finally she collapsed on the mattress. Her limbs still trembled, tears streaked down her face and he moved up to kiss and lick them away before his mouth met hers in a long, soul-touching kiss.

“I can taste myself,” she whispered when he broke away from her.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” he whispered back, licking at her lips. Her tongue snuck out to meet his, then withdrew and she sucked on his tongue with her lips. The move was so erotic he couldn’t help the groan that tumbled out of him. “I wish I could touch you.” They kissed again, his cock jerking in the hopes that he’d be inside her soon. “I think my orgasm was more intense because I couldn’t. I could only lie there and take it.”

“I knew you’d like it.” He slid down her body, raining kisses across her chest, down the fragrant valley between her breasts. His mouth trailed over her breasts until he was licking her nipples, circling first one then the other with his tongue before he fully enveloped one into his mouth. Drawing her deep he sucked, felt her lift beneath him as if she wanted more and he paid equal attention to her other nipple. Blowing across them both, he watched the wet tips harden further as he slipped a hand between her legs.

God, she was still so wet, slippery. He slid his finger inside her with ease, knew his cock would push inside without any resistance. “I want to fuck you like this. Tied up and at my mercy.”

“But…”

He silenced her, pressing his fingers against her lips. “Let me, Stace. Trust me.”

She met his gaze, her expression solemn, her lips moving against his fingers as she spoke. “I do, Eric. I trust you more than anyone.”

That admission felt like a sock to the gut. He’d wanted it, went after it and to actually have her trust was such a gift. Humbling in its intensity, he didn’t know what to say. Could only stare at her dumbfounded like some sort of idiot.

“Do you trust me?”

The innocent question caused him to jerk his chin, staring at her in wonder. All the trust and emotion she felt shown in her gaze, vibrant and undeniable. This was his moment. He should tell her now. Not only did he trust, her but he was in love with her. Irrevocably, undeniably in love with her.

“Eric?”