Chapter Seven
Brute had been hard as a rock the entire ride back to the hotel. He would never have thought in a million years he was submissive. Getting on his knees for Lizzie, though, had opened up a whole new world to him, and he couldn’t wait to please his Mistress again. Lizzie had been quiet, though she kept flicking sexy little glances his way, which only made him want her more.
Unlocking the door to their room, he held it open and let Lizzie precede him. Everything remained as they’d left it. “How do you want me? Naked on my knees?”
She looked around the room for a few long minutes then turned to face him. “Though your submission is wonderful, right now that is not what I need.”
“What do you need?” He held his breath.
“Make love to me, Brute, please.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, setting her on her feet next to it. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You haven’t even gotten me naked yet.” Lizzie chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I don’t need you to take your clothes off to know you’re beautiful, but it does make it easier to appreciate.” He grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. “Jesus, where’s your bra?”
“I didn’t have time when we got the call to go to the hospital.” She smirked. “I’m not wearing panties either.”
“Fuck me.” She was trying to kill him, he was sure. “Get your pants off, now.”
He set to work, removing his own clothes. He quickly toed off his shoes then dropped his jeans. He glanced up to see Lizzie standing before him, every inch of her milky skin visible for his perusal. He would never get sick of the sight. “Absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, though you could lose the socks.”
When he glanced down, he realized he looked quite ridiculous wearing nothing but his brown argyle socks. It didn’t take but a second to get them gone.
Without any warning, he leapt forward, tackling Lizzie to the bed. Her wide-eyed expression had him thinking he’d taken things one step too far. Then she laughed, a full-on belly-shaking sound of joy. He didn’t think he’d ever heard such a wonderful noise. Except maybe the sexy moans she made when coming.
“You going to stare or you going to do something?”
“Oh, I’m going to do something all right. You better hang onto something.”
For as long as Brute could remember, he’d had a fantasy, one he intended to fulfill. One, he’d always thought far-fetched.
Moving down the bed to Lizzie’s feet, he took the big toe of her left foot into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip before releasing it. He then repeated the process over each toe, finishing with a long lick along her instep.
Lizzie moaned and squirmed but didn’t try and pull her foot away. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting started. Any objections?”
She gaped at him, a bewildered look on her face, but shook her head.
Slowly, he worked his way up her left calf, nipping, licking, and sucking as he went. Every different action drew a reaction from Lizzie, and she tried in vain to hide them. That only made him try harder to get her those sexy little sounds tumbling from her lips.
When he reached her knee, he found the perfect spot at the back and then sucked and kissed until he left a reddish-purple hickey. Not wanting the right side to feel left out, he repeated the process.
“Please,” Lizzie begged as she writhed to the beat of his tongue flicking against her skin.
“Please what?” he asked, moving to sit up between her knees.
“Make me come. Please, I need to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come, multiple times if I have my way. But you need to be patient. There are still a couple of places I want to taste.”
She sagged down on the bed, a little sigh her only hint of defeat. He didn’t worry, though. By the time he was finished with her, she’d be happy he’d made her wait.
Slow and steady, he kissed his way up her right thigh, over her hip, over her ribs until the beautiful creamy mounds of tits were less than an inch away. He wanted to do the same thing on her left side, but the intense perfume of her arousal drove him crazy. He might explode before she did at the rate he was going.
