“What’s that?” she asked, lowering her head to his.

“Whatever I do to you, I would like you to do to me.” He winked at her.

“But how could I—” Her eyes widened. “Oh…”

Daniel sensed her unease. “I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, love.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to give you pleasure, and if you want…that, I shall do it.” She smiled, her eyes so full of promise and desire that he thought his heart might burst open. “But I’m going to kiss every inch of your scrumptious body first.”

“Sweet Lord,” he groaned.

She spread tiny kisses along his jawline, rubbing her face against his. She kissed his neck and swirled her tongue in the hollow of his throat. She raised his arms over his head and brushed her fingers through the tufts of hair underneath. She kissed his shoulders and upper arms, tracing the lines of his muscles with her tongue. Sparks sizzled everywhere in her wake. Lord, he wouldn’t survive this.

“You have the strongest arms, Daniel.” She smoothed her fingers over his muscle. “I feel so safe when you hold me.”

“You are safe in my arms, Lily.” And he meant it.

Lily ran her fingers through the coarse curls on his chest and lightly touched his nipples. “How did you get this?” She touched a six inch scar below his right nipple.

“Fencing at school. I was trying to show off, but my opponent had more skill.”

“Poor darling.” Lily lowered her head and traced the scar with her tongue. She covered his chest with kisses, swirling her tongue through his hair, licking down to his navel and pushing her tongue inside it.

“Your touch, your kisses,” he said. “I can’t get enough.”

She gave his cock a chaste kiss on the head. It jerked of its own accord.

She smiled up at him. “I’ll be back,” she said, and she ran her hands down the length of his legs, exploring every line of muscle. She kissed his thighs, his knees, his calves, his feet, and made her way back up, running her tongue along his inner thighs.

He shivered. “God, Lily, I feel like a lad.”

“Is that good?”

“Yes, love, it’s very good.”

He closed his eyes as she came to his cock. She kissed the tip of it again and ran her tongue down its length.

“Tell me what to do, Daniel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Lord,” he groaned. “You won’t hurt me. Just do whatever feels right.”

Slowly she ran her tongue over and around his balls and in the creases between them and his thighs. She moved upward, licking his swollen shaft, pressing her lips to it in tiny kisses. When she came to the head, she enfolded her mouth around it and sucked gently.

He gasped. Had anything ever felt so good? So right? Carefully she took more of it into her mouth, and then eased back. She licked down to his balls again, cupped them in her hand, and returned to his cock, sucking gently but firmly. Then she slid her mouth down as far as she could once again. He quivered, his whole body awash with sensation. Sweet Lord, he was going to come. His cock began to pulsate.

“Lily,” he gasped. “Oh God!”

She looked up at his face, her dark eyes wide and her lips still enfolding him as he shuddered and spilled into her mouth.

Lily raised her head, and the viscous liquid slid down his shaft. She touched it, rubbing it between her fingers.

Daniel closed his eyes, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry.” What was wrong with him? He had never spent himself in a woman’s mouth before. Most prostitutes didn’t allow it, and while some of his other lovers might have, he had always considered it too intimate for a casual sexual encounter.

“I don’t know what happened. I just… It felt so good.”

“It’s all right. I don’t mind.” She cleared her throat. “At least I know I was doing an adequate job.”

Tags: Helen Hardt Sex and the Season Erotic
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