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“Shh, you’re not the boss. You know this. Just relax and let me feast on what’s mine.”
Those gorgeous brown eyes roll, and I grin when she says, “I thought you said no one owns me, remember?”
I bend to her breast, her nipple puckering even tighter as I blow across the pebbled surface. “I do, but I lied. You are mine, and I’ll kill any man who disagrees.”
With that, I draw her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently, the action causing her fingers to return to my hair. God, she is so incredibly responsive with every gentle tug of my lips, and when I take a soft bite, she arches up, pressing her breast to my mouth as if asking for more. I feel her legs sliding apart and know that she is again communicating her needs without having to speak a word. I kiss the valley between her breasts and every inch of her flesh.
“Mine. All mine,” I murmur, circling her areola with the tip of my tongue until I can hear her sucking in her breath. “God, I fucking love you.”
I can spend a lifetime licking her and still not be satiated with the incredible taste of this woman. Suckling and nipping, her hand pressing against my head as if to keep me connected, I enjoy my appetizer, but the aroma of her arousal has me hungering for more and I know exactly what will comprise the next course of the feast that is Lyriope. Lifting my head, her nipple held lightly between my teeth, I watch her eyes widen, glazed with need, with desire, with lust. Grinding the flesh just a bit, I feel her legs open yet wider as if inviting me to take my place between them. With a last gentle tug, I allow her breast to fall free from my hold, but make sure to lower my head once more to soothe the bite that claims her as mine.
My tongue sweeps along flesh covered with the tiniest little bumps, my touch causing her body to react, to tremble, to break out in gooseflesh. I circle the tiny canyon of her belly button before dipping my tongue into the valley, loving the fact that the action causes her back to bow once again as she arches againstmy mouth. Adding another sensation to her experience, I run my fingers over the top of her mound with the lightest of touches as if to communicate my next destination.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, her hips lifting from the lounger as my fingertip barely grazes the lips of her sex.
She is already wet, her slickness testimony to her arousal. I slip my finger between her lips, gliding through the slickness and causing her to groan as I lift my finger free and then to moan as I find the small bundle of nerves that is already pulsating beneath my touch.
Sliding down another few inches, all the while again blowing soft breaths against flesh that is dampened with her arousal. “Spread your legs,” I encourage, watching as she obeys, the move revealing her to my gaze as I absorb the beauty that is the very core of Lyriope’s femininity.
Soft petals open further with my fingertips, baring her pink inner lips to my view. It is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen; a woman who has haunted my dreams since meeting her lying open and wanting. Lowering my head, I broaden my tongue and take a long, slow swipe, relishing her essence. It is the most delicious taste, and with her soft cry, her fingers once more clutching my hair, I know I’ll remember this feast for the rest of my life, only to repeat it again and again.
Nothing exists except for the two of us. Time stands still as if to separate this act into its own dimension—a parallel time line traveled only by the two of us.
We are in a new land with only two inhabitants.
A true Wonderland.
The only sounds I hear are her soft whimpers and mewls as I lick again and again, gathering her wetness to savor, to memorize. Her entire body trembles as I finally draw her clit between my lips, the tip of my tongue flicking ever so gently over the small bud until she is squirming, lifting her hips, pulling myhair as if to beg me to take my first bite. This time, I obey her body’s silent demand, positioning my teeth around her and then gently closing them until she gasps with a tug of my hair.
Releasing my prize, I soothe it with a gentle lap of my tongue, and yet have no desire to allow her to fall over the edge—not yet. Her sound of disappointment has me smiling as I lift my head, reaching to disengage her clutch of my scalp. Bringing her palm to my lips, I kiss her flesh before doing the same to her other hand. Looking up her body, I meet eyes that have darkened, reminding me of some exotic cat that prowls in the jungle outside the door to our haven.
“Put your hands over your head and keep them there,” I instruct softly. When she seems to hesitate, I say, “Obey me, Lyriope.”
I once again kiss her palms, pleased when I release them to find that she continues to pull them up until they are over her head. The move elongates her torso, causing her breasts to push up, her nipples taut at the tips of breasts that are round and generous.
“Good girl,” I praise, giving her a smile before I once again lower my head.
Her reward is another suck of her clit, another few bites that have her squirming beneath me, her soft cries of “please” noted, and yet once again ignored. Leaving her clit now a bit swollen and visibly trembling, I again stroke my tongue some more before I push it inside her, causing yet another cry and a quick touch of her hands against my shoulders before they are returned to their place with my single look.
I feast and Lyriope provides the music of this dance as she makes sounds that keep my cock rock hard. Every utterance has me determined to make sure this incredible woman will remember this moment, praying that each second spent worshiping at her altar will drive a bit of her father furtheraway. When she is giving more whimpers than mewls, I replace my tongue with a single finger, pushing it deep into her pussy, feeling velvet walls clench around my digit as if wishing to keep it in place. Soft cries communicate her distress at not being completely filled, yet I continue to tease her with the softest of strokes as I return to lick and nibble at her clit.
“God, please! Nick, I beg you…”
How could any man resist such a plea?
I add a second finger, curving my hand to find that special spot inside her pussy, stroking the surface as I draw her clit into my mouth. Her keening sounds of pleasure and her arching against my hand has me making each suck a bit stronger than the last, each stroke a bit harder until she is uttering a continuous, unintelligible plea for release. Every muscle of her body tenses, telegraphing her impending explosion.
Lifting my head for a brief moment, I see her fingers clutching the sides of the chaise and her chest heaving. Her beautiful eyes are closed. Her soft mouth opens the tiniest bit as she continues her moans of desire.
“Come for me, Lyriope. Let go and let me taste your pleasure.”
With that, I lower my head and once again capture her clit. It doesn’t take but another moment before she splinters, muscles that have been tense before now contracting violently around my fingers buried deep inside her as her cream flows. I’m not yet satisfied, continuing my sucking, adding a few nips and another finger. I pump my fingers in and out of her, loving that each thrust inside is met with clenching muscles of her body, drawing me deeper and seeming reluctant to allow my escape with each withdrawal.
My mouth never leaves her body, my tongue swiping, my teeth nipping, my lips kissing as I encourage her to ascend that mountain again until, with a cry of my name, she shatters again,the convulsions even stronger as she lets herself fly from the precipice.
I slowly bring her down, my touch softer, my mouth gentle as she whimpers, and when next I feel her hands on my head, I don’t order her to remove them. Instead, I give her a final long lick, a last kiss and then slide my fingers free.
Looking up, I see that her eyes are once again open, a look of such unadulterated bliss filling them that only grows as I put my fingers into my mouth to suck the last of her juices from them.
