“Do you like that, Lily? When I take your nipple between my lips? Does that feel good to you?”
She sighed. “Yes. Oh yes. It’s wonderful.”
He lavished attention on the other nipple, teasing and tickling it to a hard knob, and then replaced his tongue with his fingers as he moved lower on her torso. He lightly pinched both nipples while he swirled his tongue in small circles on her belly, around her navel. He paused when he reached the patch of dark curls.
“Oh, Daniel,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Patience, love.” He gave her wetness a quick nip, the tang of her juices like nectar on his tongue. He was tempted to eat her, but he wanted to explore her, taste every part of her. He licked the sensual plumpness of her hips and thighs, to her calves, to the instep of her foot. He kissed each of her toes and then gently turned her over on her stomach and started working his way back up. He paused in the inside of her knees, moving his tongue in lazy, wet circles, making her wriggle beneath him. Then he blew softly on the wetness, and she arched off the bed. Her hands became fists and she grabbed the silk comforter and moaned his name. His cock nearly burst.
He moved upward, gently biting the backs of her thighs, the round cheeks of her bottom. He paused and licked her pussy one languid, sensual stroke.
“Now, Daniel. Please.”
“Not yet.” He slid his tongue over the curve of her back, until he was at her neck, sucking and nuzzling gently. His swollen cock pushed against her thigh. “What do you want, love?” he asked softly, his voice hoarse.
“I want you. Inside me. Please, Daniel.”
“Not yet, Lily. I want to feast on you.” He spread kisses and nips down her back and then gently moved her legs forward until her bottom was propped up. He parted her intimate folds, delicately stroking them with his fingers. She was so wet. God, so wet.
“You have the prettiest, sweetest, most perfect pussy I have ever seen.” He smoothly slid his tongue inside of her, mimicking the sexual act, skillfully fingering her swollen nub. Her honey tantalized his tongue, sweet and spicy at the same time.
“Please, Daniel, please.” The pillow muffled her voice.
He teased her, took her almost to climax and then stopped and licked her in long lackadaisical strokes. The tight rosebud of her anus beckoned him, and he touched his tongue to it.
She shuddered beneath him, but didn’t stop him. Oh, thank God.
He licked the opening gently, slowly, all the while fingering her swollen clitoris. Would he ever take her there? That tight forbidden heaven? He suddenly wanted it more than he wanted his next breath—to fill her everywhere. His cock throbbed and threatened to release.
“Daniel, my God.”
He couldn’t tease her any longer. He had to let her come so he could get inside that warm wet pussy. He moved down to her clitoris and sucked hard while he pushed two fingers into her heat. He plundered her body with such drive that she rolled from one orgasm into another, bucking up against him, shuddering and squealing. Her muscles clamped around his fingers. His cock hardened even further.
“Daniel, no. I can’t take any more.” Yet still her hips moved with him.
His power to please her intoxicated him. He moved forward, touched his lips to her back, her neck, her hair. He could wait no longer.
He plunged his cock into her pussy from behind. God, she was perfect. So tight, so beautiful. He found a rhythm and pumped into her harder, faster. “You make me so hard, Lily. So, so hard.”
He reached beneath her and stroked her clitoris as he thrust his cock in and out. Soon she slid into another climax, and he followed her, spilling his seed inside of her with spasms so powerful and intense he wasn’t sure he’d survive it.
“Yes, Lily, yes.” He thrust and he thrust, until he had given her all he could.
He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder and fell to his side, taking her with him. Lily snuggled against him. They lay together for several moments.
“Daniel,” she whispered. “I have to go.”
“No.” The idea of her leaving him was too unbearable for words. “Stay with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Please. Sleep in my arms. I want to wake up with you and make love to you. I want to feel you next to me all night. Stay.”
“Oh, Daniel.” She sighed and turned her body to face his.
“Go to sleep, my love. You’ll need all your energy if we’re going to the Louvre tomorrow.”
Her lips curled into a soft smile against his chest, and then she drifted peacefully into oblivion, her heart beating softly against him.