Page 15 of Stand Your Ground
“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 mythighs, 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 torsolike 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. Ineededthat 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. Ihaveto 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, tryingto 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. Ineededto 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.”
