tightly puckered nipple. “So, no one else has ever touched these?”
She shook her head, forgetting with his mouth so close, that she was supposed to answer verbally. His punishing pinch reminded her. “Ouch, no. No, Sir.”
“And no one has ever tasted these sweet thangs?” He was even closer now and she could feel his moist, hot breath.
“No, oh, no Sir.” Her body felt like it was going to snap.
“Good.” Then, finally, her breast disappeared into the hot wet cove of his mouth. Zoe arched with a gasp, the sensation so intense she thought she might faint. Every sweet, dark pull he took at her breast tugged sharp and strong in her core. It was like there was a direct electrical current connecting the two and her legs scissored as her head started a restless thrashing on the pillow. When he switched to the other one and did the same thing, the incredible force of pleasure that shot through her caused her body to jolt. Even her fingertips felt electrified.
As his mouth continued to torment, his hand left her heaving chest to stroke a path of fire from the top of her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs and back down again. The rough, hot texture of his palm and fingers caused goose flesh to erupt after every pass. Soon his strokes got smaller and more centered, running up the seam of her clenched legs to just below her bellybutton and back again. Her hips rolled in the wake of his motions as her breathing turned frantic. Then he just rubbed firm circles over her mound, not touching any lower, just right there where her entire world seemed to be gathered.
“I have been thinkin’ about something all night, Zoe. Do you want to know what that is?” he asked when he lifted his head to watch what he was doing.
When she didn’t answer fast enough, he sent her a look. “Have I mentioned how much I dislike a disobedient sub?”
She answered quickly and added a mumbled plea for forgiveness.
“Well, I kept thinkin’ about this mornin’ when I was grindin’ your sweet li’l pussy against my cock. I kept wondering about what you said.” He placed his mouth against her ear and breathed his next words into it. “You said ‘something’s happening.’ Not, ‘I’m coming.’ So it makes me wonder, was that your first orgasm, darlin’?” His tongue delved into the hollow of her ear and brought a shocked moan to her lips. “Was that really your first one, or have you played with this lovely, tempting flesh yourself before?”
She was so aroused she was way beyond embarrassment. While his tongue continued to lick along her ear and neck, she shivered and said, “I have—um, have played there a couple times. But, um it always made it—oh wow, that feels so good—worse.”
She felt his smile against her neck and he asked, “Worse how?”
“I’d get so close and most times I could never reach it and it seemed like I, I don’t know, I always ended up more needy and frustrated than when I started even if I did.” She looked up at him and confessed, “Those few times I could make something happen were nothing like what happened this morning. It’s like the difference between the pop of a balloon and a nuclear explosion.”
“Zoe, darlin’.” His voice was pure masculine purr and she trembled like a tuning fork for him. “When I tell you, you are going to spread those pretty legs for me. Wide. Then when I touch you, you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She gulped and tightened her grip, not doubting him for a minute, considering the way she felt.
There was that warm chuckle again—it tingled in her ear and flowed along her insides like wine. “Zoe,” he said, lifting his head to watch her, “Open your legs.”
She held her breath and spread her thighs. Zoe watched his face as he watched his hand while he slid three blunt fingers down and over her slit. That first brush over her clit arched her hips off the bed with a cry. He used the heel of his hand to push her back
She shook her head, forgetting with his mouth so close, that she was supposed to answer verbally. His punishing pinch reminded her. “Ouch, no. No, Sir.”
“And no one has ever tasted these sweet thangs?” He was even closer now and she could feel his moist, hot breath.
“No, oh, no Sir.” Her body felt like it was going to snap.
“Good.” Then, finally, her breast disappeared into the hot wet cove of his mouth. Zoe arched with a gasp, the sensation so intense she thought she might faint. Every sweet, dark pull he took at her breast tugged sharp and strong in her core. It was like there was a direct electrical current connecting the two and her legs scissored as her head started a restless thrashing on the pillow. When he switched to the other one and did the same thing, the incredible force of pleasure that shot through her caused her body to jolt. Even her fingertips felt electrified.
As his mouth continued to torment, his hand left her heaving chest to stroke a path of fire from the top of her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs and back down again. The rough, hot texture of his palm and fingers caused goose flesh to erupt after every pass. Soon his strokes got smaller and more centered, running up the seam of her clenched legs to just below her bellybutton and back again. Her hips rolled in the wake of his motions as her breathing turned frantic. Then he just rubbed firm circles over her mound, not touching any lower, just right there where her entire world seemed to be gathered.
“I have been thinkin’ about something all night, Zoe. Do you want to know what that is?” he asked when he lifted his head to watch what he was doing.
When she didn’t answer fast enough, he sent her a look. “Have I mentioned how much I dislike a disobedient sub?”
She answered quickly and added a mumbled plea for forgiveness.
“Well, I kept thinkin’ about this mornin’ when I was grindin’ your sweet li’l pussy against my cock. I kept wondering about what you said.” He placed his mouth against her ear and breathed his next words into it. “You said ‘something’s happening.’ Not, ‘I’m coming.’ So it makes me wonder, was that your first orgasm, darlin’?” His tongue delved into the hollow of her ear and brought a shocked moan to her lips. “Was that really your first one, or have you played with this lovely, tempting flesh yourself before?”
She was so aroused she was way beyond embarrassment. While his tongue continued to lick along her ear and neck, she shivered and said, “I have—um, have played there a couple times. But, um it always made it—oh wow, that feels so good—worse.”
She felt his smile against her neck and he asked, “Worse how?”
“I’d get so close and most times I could never reach it and it seemed like I, I don’t know, I always ended up more needy and frustrated than when I started even if I did.” She looked up at him and confessed, “Those few times I could make something happen were nothing like what happened this morning. It’s like the difference between the pop of a balloon and a nuclear explosion.”
“Zoe, darlin’.” His voice was pure masculine purr and she trembled like a tuning fork for him. “When I tell you, you are going to spread those pretty legs for me. Wide. Then when I touch you, you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She gulped and tightened her grip, not doubting him for a minute, considering the way she felt.
There was that warm chuckle again—it tingled in her ear and flowed along her insides like wine. “Zoe,” he said, lifting his head to watch her, “Open your legs.”
She held her breath and spread her thighs. Zoe watched his face as he watched his hand while he slid three blunt fingers down and over her slit. That first brush over her clit arched her hips off the bed with a cry. He used the heel of his hand to push her back
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