Chapter 4 #3
We ate and drank in silence for a few minutes before the comedian came on the mic, capturing our attention. Iris crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, getting comfortable as the show started. I made myself a drink, pouring gin and orange juice into one of the chilled glasses.
The show was pretty good. It was one of the ones that I hadn’t had the chance to catch yet, so I was glad that I got to take it in while in the company of a woman.
I felt her warmth radiating from a few inches away, but it wasn’t enough.
Craving more of her, I pulled her closer to me on the leather couch.
I threw my arm over the back of it, and she rested her head against my chest. Her hand moved to my thigh, and I picked it up, kissing the back of it. Her skin was so soft.
Taking a chance, I leaned in closer and gave her a soft kiss on her lips.
She shifted in her seat, flanking my neck with her hands as our mouths met in another deep kiss.
Our tongues slid against each other as my hand moved to her waist. She tasted like gin with a hint of sweetness.
I pulled her closer, loving how plush her body felt against mine.
A soft moan escaped her lips as mine moved down to her neck. I couldn’t get enough, but I used what strength I could find and tore myself away anyway. I’d promised to let her see the show. Still between the jokes, I stole another kiss, letting the slow heat growing between us consume me.
There was a reason I stuck to brown liquor. That clear shit turned me into an animal. With my arm around her waist, my fingers moved to her ass as I considered pulling her into my lap. Again, I refrained from eating her alive. That would come later if she was on what I was on.
“My feet are killing me,” she said, kicking off her heels and pulling her feet under herself in the seat.
I reached over, pulling her feet into my lap.
I loved a woman with pretty feet, and Iris’s feet were beautiful.
My thumbs pressed into the arches of them, massaging gently to ease the pain she’d mentioned.
The way she sighed as I worked the tension out of her feet made my dick swell.
I loved to hear it. Her head tipped back against the back of the couch as I worked my magic.
“God, Sawyer, that feels so good,” she moaned.
I kept doing my thing, massaging and kneading the soles and balls of her feet, loving the way her toes curled as my fingers moved. Unable to resist any longer, I brought her foot to my mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle and moving higher as she relaxed to allow me more access.
Her skin was so silky and supple that I couldn’t stop myself. If I thought tasting her tongue was driving me up the wall, the warm scent of her pussy was about to make me scream. My dick was harder than a steel beam as I massaged and kissed a slow path up the inside of her thigh.
“Let me taste you, mama,” I mumbled, unable to tear my lips away from her for longer than a second.
“OK,” she said in a shuttered breath.
I wasn’t sure if I was taking that as an answer. In my line of business, I knew better than to bullshit about consent.
“It’s OK if you want me to stop, Iris,” I said, finally looking up into her gorgeous, chocolate eyes.
She raised her hips and pushed her panties under her ass.
Since I was such a gentleman, I grabbed the fabric, helping her pull them down as I slid down onto my knees and got between her thighs.
My mouth watered as I pushed her dress up to reveal her plump pussy.
Moisture saturated her center, showing that my meal was already perfectly seasoned.
I lowered my mouth to her, separating her fat lips with the first swipe of my tongue.
She gasped, tensing but relaxing as I slowly licked her swollen bud.
I took my time savoring her flavor. No matter how much she writhed and thrashed her head, I kept circling her bud and steadily building the pressure before I gently sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her fingers sank into the back of my head as she rocked her hips against my face.
Since she wanted more, I stuck two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, wishing that they were my dick.
As I curled my fingers into her, her thighs trembled wildly around my head.
Still, I took my time licking and sucking her creamy center.
“Saw, Sawyer, Sawyer.” She whispered my name over and over before her thighs clamped down around my neck and head.
That was one of the things I loved about thick thighs.
They were perfect cushions. I could hear her muffled cries as she continued to work her hips against my tongue.
I believed in finishing my plate, so I kept licking her, gentler now until she finally pushed my head away. I wiped my mouth, looking up at her.
Her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild as she reached for me, pulling me to her by the collar of my shirt and crashing her lips into mine. She licked her lips, tasting herself, as she pulled away enough to speak.
“Can you come to my suite, or is that off-limits?”