Page 55 of Art of Love
“Don’t come yet, love, hold it. Like the first night.” He spoke against my nipple and licked the swell of my breast.
I couldn’t believe I only remembered fragments of this game. It felt amazing.
“Hold it?” I didn’t know if I could.
“I want you to scream.”
“Mmmmmm...mmmm...”
He shook the can again, uncapped it, and spayed and sprayed. Sprayed my breasts until I was covered. I felt like one of those women who jumped out of a birthday cake at one of those crazy parties.
The cream felt cold against my skin.
I braced myself by putting my hands behind me, so I could rest my palms on the table.
Hunter dived in like I was some exotic, erotic feast and licked the cream off me. It was on his face, in his hair, in his beard, but he sucked and licked and cleaned me until there was nothing left, and he lingered on my right nipple like you would when you didn’t want a good meal to end. Licking every part, sucking and tasting all that was left.
And me... I writhed against him, moaning so load I was sure the neighbors would hear.
I could feel my release building. It rose, and it was there.
“Hunter.” I winced.
“Not yet, love. Not yet.”
I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t. It was too much. I could barely breathe.
He moved from my breasts and tugged on my shorts, pulling them down my legs.
God, was he going to do what I thought he was...?
He parted my legs and nuzzled his face between my thighs before I could finish thinking.
His face pressed right up into my entrance, through the lace fabric of my panties. Then, the devil he was, he knew I couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore, but he moved the fabric away and pressed his tongue up inside me.
More licking and sucking, but now against the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.
“Ahhhh....mmmmm...”
I arched my back into the pleasure he gave me. Then his hands reached up to rub over my nipples, taking me to the next level.
“Hunter,” I cried, grasping into the wood of the table, reaching but coming away with nothing.
“Come for me, love. Don’t hold back.”
On his word, I allowed myself to let go. I screamed into the wave of heat that swept through me. It radiated from deep within my soul and took me to a higher plane. Somewhere I didn’t know.
He drank as I continued to come right there on his face. I wanted to be embarrassed, but I knew it was a feeling I shouldn’t feel.
He licked, stroking his tongue all the way across my inner thigh.
I managed to straighten and run my hands through his hair.
“Ready for more?” he taunted.
“Yes, please. Give me more.” It sounded like a plea, or more like I was begging.
He’d just moved to suck my breasts again when I heard the knock on the door.
