24. April 13, 2023 #2
That’s when he struck. As his fingertip moved on its normal trajectory to the breast farthest from him, she was so lulled into the pattern that she didn’t expect his warm mouth to close over her right nipple.
The shock of his teeth biting around it, the tip of his tongue flicking the nub, and the wet suction around the area made her gasp and arch.
In response, the fingers of his right hand grasped her entire breast, his thumb and forefinger giving the nipple beneath a swift, sharp pinch.
His mouth let go of her other breast, but it didn’t move far because she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin.
“That’s your one warning, fireball. If you move again, I’ll be forced to tie you down. We both know you don’t want that.”
She whimpered.
“Hmm. Or do you?” His fingers resumed their earlier tortuous course, back and forth, circling.
“One of the bonuses of being a doctor is that I’m able to read people’s physiological responses well.
The easiest ways to tell if someone is aroused are simple sight tricks to pay attention to.
Your skin flushes the softest pink in your cheeks.
It makes the rest of your fair skin look that much fairer.
And the dusting of freckles so faint no one can see them?
They pop just the tiniest bit. Especially this one.
” His lips found the freckle in question on the swell of her breast.
“The most obvious for women, besides blushing, is their nipples hardening. With you at the office, it’s hard to tell.
You always wear those designer suits that keep everything locked down.
But on occasion, when you take your jacket off and show off those gorgeous silk blouses, if I walk in the room, you instantly pop.
” His hands had captured her smaller breasts, just big enough to fill his palms, and he used his forefingers to lightly abrade the points forming on them.
“I can always tell on the days when you don’t wear a bra and just wear a camisole because the material brushes against them, and they’re even more prominent.
I bet it makes them ache to be touched.” Again, his mouth came down, his tongue swirling around the nub, his warm breath and then the cool air when he released it, making them harder.
“And your blood pressure rises.” His finger brushed her jawline and drew down to her pulse point.
“If I watch your throat, I can see your pulse thrumming with the flutters in your neck”—the finger continued down to her chest, and when he reached her heart, he laid his palm flat—“or feel your heart beat faster.” His hand disappeared, and then both her wrists were encircled by his fingers as he pushed them down into the pillow, his head lowering to kiss the one closest to him.
“I can feel the rabbiting here, as well, when I hold you down and know that you’re excited. ”
He got off the bed. By the sounds, she could tell he had moved down to the foot, centering himself in front of her.
She heard shoes clunk on the floor and the slide of material as it passed over skin.
The pop of a button and the rasp of a zipper, then his pants joined the rest of his clothing.
She heard a quiet creak as he put pressure on the bench at the foot of the bed, and then a hand loosely gripped her feet, the thumbs lightly stroking the soles, applying gentle pressure into the arches, his fingers doing the same to the tops.
“Tension is the most dangerous part of arousal,” he cautioned her. “The muscles tighten, and you can actually strain them, even cramp if you tense too hard. We need to make sure these muscles are nice and loose so when they do tighten, they’re good and stretched out.”
Suddenly, his hands were gone. She heard the snick of a bottle opening, the squeak of it being compressed, and the sound of liquid exiting.
After hearing him snap the bottle closed, she heard him rubbing his hands together, then felt them press against her feet again.
He worked the warmed oil into her skin, massaging the muscles, making sure no inch was left untouched until he got to her core.
There, he made sure to press his thumbs into the creases between her thighs and her pelvis, but he never touched her center.
She whimpered.
“Patience, fireball. I’ll get there. Everyone knows you save the best for last.”
As he traveled up her body, she felt his legs caging her in—his warm skin against her, the light dusting of hair causing friction as he moved, and the heavy weight of his fully engorged cock against her thigh.
It would be a miracle if she didn’t combust long before he got inside her.
Every so often, he would reach for the bottle to get more oil, always making sure to warm it between his hands before rubbing it into her skin.
And instead of flipping her over, he made sure to slide his hands between her and the sheet beneath her, which, of course, brought her body up to his and felt way more erotic.
By the time he had moved up her entire front and was massaging around her temples, she was a raging ball of need.
Her fingers began to twitch as she fought the need to move.
“Easy, a chuisle mo chroí . Trust me to know what you need.” He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, then her lips with the barest of touches.
So tender and so at odds with how he presented himself to everyone, including her.
She felt him swing his leg over her body and rise off the bed. “Keep those eyes closed. Don’t move. Don’t speak. I’ll be right back.” He trailed a finger down her body from forehead to toes as he left the bed.
It was amazing how the lack of sight or the ability to touch with her hands heightened all the other senses.
For once, Cherry understood what Flame talked about when she’d shared some of her “research” that TB had introduced to her.
Since the woman wrote erotic romance, and her partner was a Dominant and had spent time in the kink community, she’d become somewhat of an expert.
This type of play had never been part of Cherry’s sexual experiences before, and she found she was glad for that.
While it wasn’t bondage, it was a power exchange, and Cherry recognized that her being in control of everything all the time needed a release valve.
Getting to experience this with him—giving up all the control—made it all the more intense and gratifying.
Moments later, she heard water running in the bathroom.
Then he was back, picking something up off the bedside table and repositioning himself, but this time he gently inserted himself between her legs.
She could tell he was lying down, propped up on his elbows, and he placed something cool and rounded next to her on the bed.
“Remember. No moving. No sound.”
Why would he need to remind her again?
Then she understood. The sensation of something cold dripping onto her bare lower lips nearly sent her skyrocketing off the bed and gasping her surprise.
Had he not reminded her, she probably would have.
The consistency wasn’t liquid, but it was definitely not solid.
He continued to swirl his fingers through the bowl, then hover them over her mound, allowing the substance to drop onto her, slide through all her folds, and down to the sheets.
“Sensations during sex should be the focus. Not the technical movements. I could be doing this same thing with you watching, and it might be sexy, but this way, you’re forced to truly feel what I’m doing to you.
Associate the pleasure with the sensation itself.
That’s always what I want for you. I want you to feel what I do to you and know the emotion behind it. ”
He shifted, likely placing the bowl on the floor. “I have a terrible sweet tooth and didn’t get nearly enough dessert today. Rayon had some delivered to the estate. Lucky me.”
Oh shit. The banana mousse. He’d spread it all over her pussy.
She felt him reach for something else, heard the scraping of a bottle top being turned and the seal breaking, and then liquid poured onto the mess he’d made, running down her body, creating rivulets through the pudding.
This wasn’t cold. It was room temperature, and it burned slightly, but in a good way.
“There was no rum in this version, so I added whiskey.” He began to clean off all the mixture from her mound where he’d spread it, and he made no effort to be quiet about it.
His mouth would settle on a patch of skin, his tongue would swipe across it, and then he’d gently suck the last traces, a soft slurping sound as he disengaged.
Then he’d repeat in another spot until her entire mound was clean of the sticky treat.
“You taste so good, fireball. Cherry, banana, cinnamon, and whiskey. I didn’t think Hibiki could taste any better, but I was wrong.”
Then he waged total war on her body. His hands slid under her ass, gripping her cheeks, causing her knees to bend and her legs to open a little further. Raising her to meet his mouth, he delved between the folds of skin to taste the concoction he’d created.
She couldn’t hold in the whimper as, with each pass, he went a little lower, getting closer and closer to her channel.
When he finally arrived, he pulled her hips up just a little higher, and the pointed muscle swirled around her opening.
Finally, he pushed inside until his face was tight against her.
He sucked hard to gather any traces of his dessert, then pulled out to swipe up to her clit, circle it, and suck lightly.
The next swipe went farther down, ducked inside her cunt, swiped back to her clit, and circled again with the final suck.
Again and again, he repeated his pattern until he reached his final goal, his tongue rimming the edges of her back passage.
On that final pass, when he reached her clit, he blew on the hard nerve bundle.
“Hands in my hair, fireball, and hang on. Now you can move. Make noise. Give me those sounds. I want to hear everything you feel.”
Her hands threaded through his hair, now loose from the small knot he’d had on the top of his head at lunch.
As soon as his mouth suctioned over her clit, the moan barreled up from the depths of her being.
It took less than a half dozen flicks of his tongue to send her over the edge.
While one hand scored his scalp and twisted in his hair, the other hand grabbed for a pillow.
She’d never been a vocal person since most of her encounters had happened in hotels, and she’d never wanted to give the neighboring rooms an audible show.
She smothered her scream in it, her body arching further into his mouth.
His mouth disappeared from her body. Immediately, she groaned at the loss.
The sound registered before the stinging slap on her pussy.
“I told you I wanted to hear you, fireball. I warned you I’d want every fucking thing from you.
I don’t care if they hear you all the way in the bay.
We’re newlyweds to the people in this house.
It wouldn’t be out of place, so let go of that need to control shit and give yourself over.
Now I have to start over, and if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll keep it up until you give it to me, and each time will be more intense than the last.”
He rose on his knees, grabbed both of her legs, pulled them up so they cleared his body, then deftly flipped her over.
Before she could do anything, he had her kneeling in front of him, and he was settling her between his legs.
Both pillows went flying off the bed in separate directions, and a single yank brought her in tight to his hips, then one arm banded around her waist. Using it to raise her hips up to his mouth, he growled against her opening, “Turn your head to the side. Don’t you dare scream into that mattress. Now fecking let it out.”
He lived up to his word. He licked her from back to front.
He fucked her with his tongue, making sure to get as deep as he could, massaging her walls.
With a single-inch tip of her hips, his mouth suctioned onto her clit again, and his tongue began flicking hard.
While it took a few more strokes than half a dozen, he did not give up until she was wailing at the pleasure-pain from the assault of his mouth.
“One more, fireball,” he growled.
“I can’t,” she panted out.
“You will,” he commanded, emphasizing the last word.
He dragged her upright, unfolding himself on his back underneath her. Her knees were like jelly, and her body couldn’t seem to respond to her brain’s orders. After a few moments, he pulled her up to his head, settling her pussy over his mouth. “Sit,” he growled.
She lowered herself lightly, and then the sound and sting of a slap to her ass came. “I didn’t say hover. I said sit. Or I’ll turn you over and spank that pussy until you come.”
Was that really supposed to be a threat?
Then again, her clit was already tender.
She had a feeling he knew how to slap those nerves just right to keep her on edge for a while before letting her come, and then it would probably hurt more than feel good.
Giving up the fight, she lowered herself down, nearly smothering him with her thighs on either side of his ears.
Another slap, this time to her thigh, and she finally put all her weight on him.
Well… he was a surfer. He did all their underwater work.
He could probably hold his breath for a long time.
She gave in to him, and as he licked her lips and sucked her clit and fucked her pussy, she let her body take over and began to grind on his mouth, trying to get exactly where and how hard she needed the friction.
It wasn’t long before she was keening again, this time calling out nonsensical phrases and praying she didn’t pass out.
Her prayers went unanswered.