Indulgent Pleasures

If he continued this she would probably come, something she had never done before just by having a man pay attention to her breasts. But her body had a mind of its own, so focused on what he was doing that she couldn’t help but react.

And react strongly.

“Feel good?” His harsh whisper around her nipple made her whimper and she nodded furiously, unable to speak.

He licked a nipple with slow, sure circles, around and around, getting her so wet. She tugged again at the ties, wishing she could touch him.

His rock hard cock brushed against her stomach when he moved and she wanted him to enter her, sink deep inside her and end this torture.

God, he’d only just begun.

“I want to lick you everywhere,” he murmured against her skin just before he proceeded to do so.

His tongue traveled the length of her body, along her quivering stomach, across her right hip, down her thigh, tickling her knee. He even licked her calf before he moved to the other leg, his hands cradling her foot, stroking her heel.

“I have a serious thing for your feet,” he admitted just before he dropped a kiss on her big toe.

“You do not.” Did he?

“I do. From the first moment I met you and had your foot in my lap, I’ve had a thing for these babies. Your pretty little toes, the sexy shades you paint them, almost always red.” He kissed her toe again, his tongue licking and she jumped, a little giggle escaping her.

“I had no idea you had a foot fetish.”

“I didn’t either but that was before I saw yours. They’re the sexiest little feet I’ve ever seen.”

She’d never thought her feet sexy but the way he talked, the way he held them, gently stroking her heels, she believed him.

But then he let go of her foot and continued his search of her body with his tongue, licking her shin, the underside of her knee, the inside of her thigh. Her wet pussy ached for his touch but he teased her, going everywhere but where she wanted and she finally gave a little growl of frustration.

“Something wrong?” The tone of his voice told her he knew exactly what was wrong.

And that he was very, very evil.

She refused to respond, a little huff sounding instead and he actually had the nerve to laugh.

Oh, how she wanted to punch him. Then haul his head in between her legs and command him to lick.

Justin nibbled on one hip bone, then the other, his tongue brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her legs were already spread wide, she couldn’t move any wider and her pussy was so wet she actually felt a trickle of cream slide down the inside of her thigh.

Finally, he settled between her legs, his breath fanning across her pussy and she shivered. He was killing her, drawing everything out and she lifted her hips, hoping he’d take the hint.

He did. His mouth settled on her pussy, lips sucking, tongue licking down her slit. Searching her folds, circling around her clit, his tongue worked its usual magic, making her writhe beneath him.

Her body tingled, her belly clenched and she was so very close it would only take a little more to send her straight over the edge. As if he knew, he reared back, reining it in, his tongue barely dabbing at the tip of her clit. She whimpered in blissful misery.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, licking at her clit yet again. “And you taste so good.”

“Suck my clit,” she urged, shocked that the words left her mouth and the low murmur of pleasure that he made in answer told her he liked it.

He also did what she asked. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked, his tongue playing with it, his teeth nibbling the slightest bit. That was all she needed to fall over the edge, her orgasm taking over in one fell swoop.

Her entire body trembled, limbs shaking, her pussy rippling. She moaned, tugging at the restraints on her wrists and she wished she could touch him. His touch gentled as the shudders slowly left her, though

she still trembled from the after-effects of her intense orgasm.

“Was that good?” He sounded far too pleased with himself.

“Yes,” she bit out, hardly able to speak she was so worn out.