Chapter 6 #2
Ian trailed his mouth further down her delicious body, bypassing her nipples but giving the upper and lower swells of her breasts little licks and nibbles.
He shifted onto his hands and knees and crawled between her legs while he explored her abdomen, still only using his mouth and tongue.
As he inhaled deeply, the scent of her body lotion mixed with the aroma of her arousal, and the combination made him light-headed and harder, which he hadn’t thought was possible.
He felt the shivers that coursed through her body when he kissed and licked the creases of her hips.
Again, he bypassed where he knew she wanted him the most and tasted her from her hip down to her left foot.
After nibbling each toe, he licked her arch, causing her foot and leg to twitch.
When she giggled and moaned simultaneously, he moved to her other foot and did the same.
He loved how she was ticklish there, but she still managed to keep her legs wide for him.
She was a natural submissive, eager to please him, and didn’t even realize it.
On his way back up her right leg, he stared at her pussy, letting it draw him nearer with an invisible string.
She was almost bare but kept a small trim patch of blonde hair on her mound above her clit, proving the hair on her head was its natural color.
He liked his women waxed or shaven since it increased their sensitivity and pleasure.
As he kissed and suckled on the inside of her knee, he watched her ass cheeks and vagina clench simultaneously.
Her hips levitated off the bed, and juices flowed from her folds, soaking her even more.
She was drenched for him, and he forced himself not to dive in for a taste.
He wanted her to the point she was begging him to feast on her.
Crawling back up her body, he latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth before laving it with short swipes of his tongue.
He began to alternate between sucking, licking, and grazing his teeth on the hard nub, encouraged by her hedonistic moans and cries, increased breathing, and mumbled words of surrender.
When her hips bucked off the bed again, seeking fulfillment in her core, he moved over to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her reactions amplified, becoming almost frantic, yet she still held her ordered position.
Releasing her breast from his mouth with a pop, he looked up at her face. “Tell me what you want, Angel. What part of your body do you want me to eat next?”
She was rocking her head back and forth, her hips bucking as she pleaded with him. “Please, Sir! Eat my pussy, please! Make me come! I need to come!”
Ian moved back down between her legs, shoved his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth.
“Then come for me, sweetheart.” He ate her like a man starved—licking and sucking on her labia before spearing his tongue into her slit as deep as it could go.
She shattered around him, screaming her release to the heavens above, but he didn’t let up, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible.
When she finally started floating back to Earth, he slowed his ministrations while ensuring he drank every drop of her sweet cream. She was panting but somehow managed to speak a few words. “Oh, oh, my God, th-that was incredible. Holy crap!”
Smirking at her, he stayed right where he was and reached for her vibrator and the bottle of lube. “But I’m not finished yet, my little angel. As a matter of fact, I’m not even halfway done with you yet. You still have a few more orgasms I want to claim as mine tonight.”
Lifting her head to see him better, she stared as if he were crazy. “Wh-what? You can’t be serious. There’s no way I can do that again so soon.”
With a devilish grin, he snickered. “Oh yes, you can, and you will.”
Not waiting for her to respond, since it wouldn’t make a difference unless she said her safeword, Ian flipped the top of the bottle and poured some lubricant on his index and middle finger. When he was sure there was enough, he recapped the bottle and tossed it aside.
“Keep your legs spread, bend your knees, and place your feet flat on the bed.” When she did as she was told, the new position allowed him to see the puckered rosette below her pussy.
He began to rub his lubricated fingers up and down the crevice of her ass in short strokes over her little hole, loving how she moaned as the sensations assailed her.
“Relax, sweetheart. This is just like when you use that little plug on yourself.” His middle finger circled her rim, then pushed in. It slid in easier than he’d expected, and it pleased him to know her use of the plug made her body willingly accept his invasion.
Slowly, he fucked her ass with one finger, twisting it as he pushed it further into the forbidden recess of her body with each pass. As she moaned and begged, her anus and vagina clenched at the same time, and the pressure almost crushed his finger.
He continued finger fucking her hole and picked up her vibrator with his other hand. Flicking the “on” button with his thumb, he grinned when her head flew forward at the sounds coming from her toy. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, no! Ian, Sir! Please don’t!”
Chuckling, he touched the quivering toy to her inner thigh and dragged it upward, drawing out the anticipation. “Six little words, and not one was a color.”
She didn’t use either safeword, and he knew she wouldn’t because she was enjoying this way too much.
Her clit had long since uncovered itself from its hood, and the moment he touched the vibrator to the hard, little bud, Angie went off like a rocket again, screaming louder than before.
She bucked wildly, and the finger in her ass almost dislodged.
He lifted the vibrator off her clit until she began to float back down before he reapplied the humming toy, sending her right back up again…
and again… until she had nothing more to give him.
She was half unconscious when he pulled his finger from her tight little hole.
He’d never gotten the opportunity to put his second finger in, and his tongue was the only thing to penetrate her sweet pussy.
He gazed at her in amazement. She was the most responsive, sensual woman he’d ever met, and he knew when he eventually got his cock inside her, she might very well kill him.
Rising from the bed, Ian entered her bathroom and turned on the light.
He soaped and rinsed his hands before retrieving two washcloths from a stack in the wicker tower next to the tub.
Soaking them, he added soap to one of them before wringing out the excess water from both.
He returned to the bed and, with a gentle hand, cleaned her up.
When he was done, he lifted her into his arms to work the comforter and sheet down to the bottom of the bed.
Once she was back on one side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her waist, he closed the bedroom door to block out the lights that were still on in her living room.
Rounding the other side of her bed, he climbed in next to her, still fully dressed.
If he took his clothes off, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her.
He pulled her close into his embrace, and as she drifted off to sleep, he heard her mumble, “Thank you, Sir.”
At eight o’clock the following day, Angie woke up alone and completely rested.
She knew Ian hadn’t left before four a.m. because that was the last time she’d roused in his arms before cuddling closer and falling asleep again.
Stretching, she looked around and noticed a piece of paper on her nightstand.
Unfolding the note, she read the words on it and smiled.
Hope you slept well. I’d like to see you today for lunch. Will call around ten. Wear something sexy. I left out the underwear I want you to put on.
~Ian.
He’d gone through her underwear drawer? While it should have sounded stalker-ish, it didn’t.
Instead, it turned her on, and she scanned the room again, spotting her sheer, white lace bra and thong set he’d left on top of her dresser.
It was one of her favorites with its pink trim and tiny bows.
The cut of the bra gave the girls a lift up and in, with one bow nestling between them.
The other one was at the “y” junction of the thong and would sit at the top of her ass.
She was excited he wanted to see her again so soon and hopped into the shower with a cheeky grin on her face. While the water warmed up, she removed all the bobby pins still in her now ruined up-do. Her body still tingled from all the attention it’d received from Ian’s hands, mouth, and tongue.
Never in her life had she had multiple orgasms, and, honestly, she’d thought they were a myth.
But he had proven her wrong over and over.
It wasn’t until halfway through her shower routine that she realized that although she had come several times, he hadn’t.
In fact, he’d kept his clothes on the entire night.
The thought stunned her. None of her ex-lovers had ever gotten her off without doing the same.
A few minutes later, she finished her shower, dried off, and wrapped her wet hair in a towel before applying her favorite body lotion.
She returned to her bedroom and retrieved the bra and thong Ian had left out for her.
As she put them on, she could almost feel his hands and fingers caressing her.
She wondered which other sets of her undergarments he’d touched and if she would feel the same sensations when she wore them.