Chapter Three #2
“Mmm… now we’re getting somewhere,” she cooed. “Where do you want to kiss me next?”
“Between your thighs.”
Livia’s brows shot straight up, and she wet her lips as a delicious, low, raspy laugh left her chest. “While I appreciate the enthusiasm, you have to earn that privilege.” She dragged her nail down the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up higher. “Try again.”
I swallowed. Again, it felt like a test, and I knew I’d already answered incorrectly once. “Your stomach,” I said, and I tried to say it with certainty, but it came out more like a question.
“Ask for permission.”
My cock twitched at the command, and Livia smirked at the sight.
“May I kiss your stomach?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.
“You may,” she answered. Livia held my gaze as she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, taking her time with each one. She didn’t shrug out of it once it was open. Instead, she let the silk hang over her breasts, her nipples hard beneath the fabric, navel barely exposed by the slit she’d created.
I wanted to reach for her so badly I couldn’t help but try. My suit jacket grew tighter around my wrists as I bucked against the restraint.
“Mouth only,” Livia reminded me, and then she slid up between my thighs, knocking each of my knees open wider so she could position herself just right.
It made my briefs and pants ride a bit higher where they were half-discarded down my thighs, and I groaned when her pant leg brushed against my balls.
She threaded her hands through my hair, pulling me to her stomach and sliding the fabric of her blouse open just enough for me to have access.
“Kiss me,” she said again. “Let it linger. Show me you deserve to kiss me where you really want to.”
My heart was thundering in my chest, eyes appreciating the lean, toned stomach now serving as my next assignment. I used my nose to widen her shirt, running the tip of it along her skin before I pressed my first kiss right above her belly button.
She didn’t react to the first touch, not the way I did. I hummed in my throat, and then repeated what I’d done to her arm. I trailed kisses in a line up to her chest bone and back down, slow with my perusal.
“If you want to kiss my pussy, you better show me you can use that tongue.”
Her words clipped out impatiently, and shame heated my neck that I hadn’t thought to add tongue before she asked for it. But rather than fixate on the misfire, I put my focus on meeting her demand.
If I could just hold her, if I could wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me as I licked along her abdomen… but my hands were bound. I felt inept, having only my mouth at my disposal.
And that was the whole point.
She was teaching me to get creative, to use each piece of my body individually instead of relying on multiple parts at once. It was a challenge I was desperate to rise to.
I kissed her beneath her belly button, lips lingering there before I opened my mouth and let myself taste her for the first time. I ran my tongue long and flat up the middle of her torso like I was licking an ice cream cone and didn’t want to waste a single drop.
When I reached her rib cage, I kissed my way back down — slower this time, using my tongue and lips in tandem. I took the curl of her fingers in my hair as permission to get sloppier, licking and sucking her stomach the way I wanted to taste her pussy.
“That’s it,” she rasped, raking her nails over my scalp. “That’s a good boy.”
I groaned, increasing my efforts as my cock grew painfully hard. The cool air of her condo only heightened my senses, the fireplace doing nothing to provide relief. I wanted her warm hand around my shaft. I needed that warmth, that pressure.
But I hadn’t earned it yet, and I knew it.
“May I kiss your breasts?”
Livia smirked at the question, and it lit me up to think I might have impressed her by asking without being told.
“You may,” she said. “But I want you to ask again. And this time, let me know what you’re really thinking. Give me those dirty thoughts I know are swirling inside your head.”
I swallowed, eyes flicking between hers. “Let me kiss those perfect tits of yours, Liv. I need to see them. I have to taste them next.”
A spark of electricity shot between my thighs as she smirked and gave me a simple nod of approval.
You’re doing it.
Don’t fuck up now.
Relax, you’ve got this.
But you’ll probably blow it.
I nosed her blouse out of the way with my thoughts still racing, revealing one beautifully perfect, dark nipple. I wanted so badly to suck it between my teeth, but I stopped myself, trying to think ahead to what Livia would expect me to do. I wanted to surprise her again.
So, I ran my tongue along the chain between her breasts first, toying with the metal before I slowly trailed my way over to her breast. I licked and sucked along the soft swell, relishing the weight of it against my mouth. I teased and played for as long as I could stand.
Then, I took her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak before I covered it completely and sucked.
Livia let out the softest moan, letting her head fall back, and I swore I could have come right there just from that little noise I’d earned.
“Is that okay?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I wanted to know. I needed to hear it. “Did I do it right?”
“That’s it,” she breathed, hands fisting in my hair and moving my mouth back to her nipple. I swirled my tongue again before flicking her bud with the tip. “Yes. You’re doing so well.”
The praise spurred me on, and I kissed my way over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Finally, Livia was softening, her breaths beginning to catch up to the labored ones coming from me.
I was turning her on.
And goddamn, I’d never felt prouder of myself.
After savoring each breast, I trailed my gaze up to meet hers. “May I kiss the inside of your sweet thighs next?”
“You may,” Livia answered, eyes gleaming as she stepped back.
I missed her warmth immediately. I craved more of it. I wanted her in my lap, seated on my cock, riding me until I called out her name. I had a feeling that wouldn’t be happening at all tonight, but I couldn’t help but lust for it, for all of her.
My chest heaved as I watched her slip out of her slacks. She took her sweet time with it, making a show of unfastening her belt, unzipping the pants, and letting them fall into a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of them, leaving her heels on.
Along with a black lace thong and garter set.
My mouth watered as Livia strutted back to me — blouse hanging open, tits wet from my mouth, pussy hidden behind that decadent lace.
She straddled my thigh before placing a hand on my shoulder to help her balance and hiking one leg up and over.
Her heel hit the back of the chair, propping her ankle just beside my ear.
And I couldn’t help it.
I leaned forward instinctively, breathing in deep to take in her scent.
“Naughty boy,” she reprimanded, smacking my cheek lightly before she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up at her. “Did I say you could do that?”
I shook my head.
“No, I didn’t. Now, let’s focus on our lesson.” She tilted my face toward her inner thigh, forcing me closer. “If you want to pleasure me, to pleasure any woman, you’re going to need to learn to read the signs. Pay attention to what makes me tremble, what makes my breath catch, what makes me moan.”
She released my chin, letting me take over.
“I’ll provide guidance when needed, but I want you to show me you can learn from observation.” She paused, hands finding the back of the chair to help her balance. “You may begin.”
Just like before, I started slowly, perusing the soft skin of her inner thigh with gentle kisses and swipes of my tongue. But when she didn’t react, I changed pace, kissing harder, sucking the skin.
She flexed her hips forward, just a little, just enough to let me know I was onto something.
I made the kisses sloppier, harder, applying pressure and sucking the skin hard enough I could leave a hickey if I wanted to. Then, I used my teeth, sinking them into her flesh enough to make her jolt.
She rewarded me with a panting sigh.
“Eyes on me,” she said, and when I flicked my gaze up to hers, I vibrated from the power she was transferring to me with that heated gaze. Her lids were hooded, mouth parted, chest swelling with the rise and fall of each breath.
I kissed and sucked and licked and bit all along her thigh, crawling down to her knee before I went the other way.
And this time, I didn’t stop mid-thigh. I climbed higher, nosing the line of her garter before I forced my tongue beneath the fabric.
I licked along the band before biting it and releasing it against her skin with a pop that earned me a moan.
“Fuck, I want to make you feel good,” I breathed, licking her again.
“You are. Keep going.”
Encouraged, I kissed my way higher, until I was nosing the edge of her lace panties.
I smelled her again, the scent like my own personal pheromone perfume meant to drive me into madness.
When I ran my tongue along the dip of her thigh there, tracing the hills and valleys where her leg met her hip, Livia bucked.
And it emboldened me to ask again.
I looked up at her, nipping at her flesh. “May I taste your pussy now? Have I earned the pleasure?”
Livia wet her lips slowly, teeth dragging along her bottom lip. She didn’t approve my request verbally. Instead, she reached down and pulled her panties to the side, wedging them in the crease of her lower thigh.
I groaned.
Her cunt was absolutely perfect — swollen and wet, dark curtains inviting me to dive my tongue inside. My heart tripped, but before I could lean in and feast, Livia yanked on my hair to stop me.
“If you want to be good at this, you need to listen — both to my verbal and nonverbal commands. Understand?”
I nodded.
She nodded in return, releasing my hair and re-gripping the back of the chair. “Good. Now make me come.”