“Kiss me,” Kristina told JC coolly. “Not one of those I’ve-fucked-you-a hundred-times kisses. Kiss me like I am a reluctant virgin you need to seduce.”
If only he had the use of his hands… He wouldn’t be so clumsy, could cup her face tenderly… JC moved closer on raw knees. He brushed his lips against her downy cheek. “Can I use words?” he asked quietly.
“No.” He was too good with words.
He caressed each of her facial features with his lips repeatedly before finding her mouth. He kept his kisses light at first, coaxing a reaction from her. He took her upper lip slightly between his, running his tongue long it, then repeated the same with the lower. At her whimpered response, he held in a smile of triumph. He had her now. Still he held back, he pressed damp, open-mouth kisses over her lips.
Kristina wanted to taste him, was starved for his flavor. Her hands moved to his neck, tugging him closer.
JC groaned as his heavy erection slammed into the edge of the chair. His mouth opened, allowing her tongue to invade. He licked at it as it aggressively explored his mouth. He let her control the kiss – He would have had trouble pushing her away, even if he desired to do so. After a few moments, she lured his tongue between her lips, she sucked and bit at his tongue, teasing him.
Tearing her lips from his, she murmured, “Lick my nipples.” She cautioned, “Remember I am a reluctant virgin.”
Skating his mouth over her jaw, he let his lips linger on the sweet spot beneath her ear, the one that made her melt into a puddle of goo.
“JC…” It was soft little moan.
He moved lower, stopping at the aureole’s most outer edge. Carefully he lapped a circular path to the tight bud in a center. Firming his lips, he sucked.
“Ahh!…” Kristina cried out softly.
Shebitch slapped JC’s ass with the multi-stinging whip. “She said ‘lick’,” she reminded him.
JC glared back at her. Kristina hadn’t complained.
Kristina guided his head to her other breast where he preformed the same magic.
He wanted his hands free. He knew what she liked and could make her scream… Instead he rubbed the flat of his tongue over the pebble hard nipple.
“Suck.” Kristina finally gave him permission. “Yess...!” she hissed. “Harder!” she implored, moaning when he obliged.
Once her breasts were wet, plump, and fully aroused, he dropped tender kisses on the tenderized flesh, soothing her.
Finding his shoulders, she urged his head down, forcing his face between her thighs. “Slowly. Make me beg you before you make me come.”
JC nuzzled her soft curls, carefully tugging at them with his teeth. She was ready enough for the taking, but if she wanted to prolong it, he could do that. With long, slow licks, he outlined each swollen petals.
“Mmm…” Kristina purred. Yes, she had missed this seduction. Mostly he had rushed this part of sex, sticking his fingers into her to make her cream faster, taking the easy way out. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying. After she’d shuddered around his fingers, he’d simply climb on top of her. Tonight he would clean her up again and again until she was limp. He was so good and so talented – and he was wasting it on his rushed fucking.
“You are just lucky she refused the smothering box, slaveboy,” Shebitch remarked.
Having no idea what she was talking about, JC paid her no mind, concentrating on kissing the top of Kristina’s silky thighs. His baby wanted it to last; he’d make it last. He’d do it until his tongue fell off… Still it would be nice to be able to touch her or to use his words to describe how tempting she looked, how good she tasted. But all he had was his lips and tongue and he’d made her scream – repeatedly.
Kristina slid farther down in the chair and widened her stance. She was open and vulnerable, yet she felt powerful, masterful. She was in control of her pleasure, not JC.
She was like a ripe peach… JC sucked on her juicy petals, tracing them with his tongue. She had a wonderful flavor. How could he have forgotten that? Suddenly his own arousal didn’t seem nearly as important as hers.
“Now, JC! Put your tongue in me now!” Kristina commanded breathlessly.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Seeking her distended pleasure pearl, he swirled his tongue around it, over it, then dancing away to lick deeply into her only to return. He brought her to the brink, then back off. Again and again.
Her hips pulsed up as his mouth diverted from her clit. No! Come back! Finish! In her lust fogged her mind she forgot what he was waiting on. Her permission. “JC…” she panted. “Suck me. Make me—” Before she could finish the thought, he attacked the swollen bud, firming his lips around it, drawing it into the heat of his mouth, sending white hot pleasure blazing through her. “Ahh!… Jay-Cee!…”
A foreign tenderness swept through him. He wanted to hold her close and ease her way back down to earth from the stars. Since he couldn’t hold her, he nuzzled her inner thigh, trying to communicate his feelings of the moment silently.
A moment later, Kristina opened her eyes and gaze down at him. “Clean me up – thoroughly.”
Doing as he was told, he sent her up three more times. On the forth, she pushed his shoulders away, disengaging his mouth. “Enough!” she gasped.
Obediently he sat back on his heels. He realized two things. One: his neck and back muscles ached as did his jaw. Two: although he was still hard, he’d left a puddle of seamen under the chair. He hadn’t even realized…
“Don’t look so smug and content, slaveboy,” Shebitch said as she hovered over the chair and couple. “We saved the best for last.”