Page 114 of Blossoms of the Heart
“What Tai?”
Now that look of pure desire filled his eyes. “Slowwww is tasting.”
“What?” I laughed.
“Slow is tasting. The teaser phase. It’s the prelude to the main course. Basically it’s like acting like teenagers but in a purely adult way. Meaning there will be no necking or petting. There will be actual tasting, adult style.”
“That was in the answer to your prayer.”
“Oh no princess, this is all me. If you want slow, we do it this way. Slow fucking.”
My lips parted in sheer surprise and I swallowed hard. God in heaven this man was going to kill me with his ways of thinking.
“Tai what is slow fucking?” Yes, I’d fallen into the trap. That was the exact question he wanted me to ask.
“Extended foreplay.”
I’d never heard that before.
“Extended foreplay?”
He nodded with a purely lascivious smile. “Let me show you what I mean.”
Pure seduction, paralyzing and erotic filled his features. It indeed paralyzed me and lulled me into wanting whatever he had to show me.
I shuffled when he slid his fingers to my back so he could get the zip on my dress. He pulled it down and immediately the light brown hues of his pupils darkened.
I wasn’t wearing a bra because I loved my bodycon dresses to have a the built in cups. The look was better for me.
His eyes glued to my breasts which were already hard with my nipples puckered.
Tai peeled the dress off me and didn’t stop there. He tugged on my panties, positioned me so that I was flat on my back and slid his hand over and under the soft lace. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when his fingers brushed over my entrance unhinging my thoughts. That sinful smile returned to his face as he slid a finger inside me and flicked it over the hard, extremely sensitive nub of my clit.
Now I did moan.
“That’s it princess, moan, and groan and get lost in me. This slow idea of yours was definitely a great idea. Time to really start the warm up.”
I couldn’t answer. There was a moment when maybe I could but then his lips covered my right breast taking in a good amount of flesh. Now he mimicked the flicking motion his fingers had on my clit, over my nipple. Flicking backwards and forwards, then circling. Then sucking like he could taste me.
“That feel good baby?” he asked still licking my nipple.
“Ye-ah.” I could barely talk. It was more of a moan.
“Good, want more?”
“Yes.” I needed more.
He moved to the neglected breast and did the same thing, giving it the same attention.
Uncontrollable moans, mindless from the heat that rippled through me escaped my lips.
But I didn’t realize that I hadn’t began to feel anything yet.
He left my breasts, trailed kisses down the flat of my stomach, kissed around my tattoos, then went straight to my pussy.
I was completely wet.
“Soaked.” He said confirming my thoughts, but said it more to himself than me and sounded like he craved it. craved me.
