I laid down next to her, dusting my fingers over the bruises on her cheek. “Good. Now let’s find out what makes you squirm and beg for more.” And with that, I tilted her head gently to the side and pressed a kiss behind her ear, smiling as she let out a hum. Nibbling on her lobe, I lifted her arm and danced my fingers down the inside of her arm and over her armpit, laughing as she screamed.
“Nope, no tickling.” She pulled her arms in tight as I moved down her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along her throat and across her collarbone.
“That’s nice,” she whispered.
“Are your feet ticklish, Princess?” Her eyes widened as she pressed the souls of her feet to the mattress.
“Stay away from my feet, you weirdo. There is nothing sexy or erotic about them.” She shuddered. “Were you going to suck my toes?” She sounded almost hysterical.
“No, I was not,” I laughed, but note to self to never try.
“Thank God,” she let out breathlessly.
“What about here?” I eased her thighs open and repositioned myself between them, groaning as I took in the small triangle of hair between her thighs. Nothing turned me on more than a woman who looked like a woman rather than one who was waxed bare. I tried to ignore her obvious arousal glistening there because I wanted to take this slowly and drive her wild.
Lifting her leg, I pressed a kiss to the back of her knee and she let out a long groan. “Are you touching me in all the weirdest places for a reason, Myth Maker?”
“Yes,” I replied, trailing feather light kisses up her thigh but stopping before I got too high. “Because I want to explore what you like and what you don’t. I want you to realize just how good you can feel.”
“I like that,” she murmured.
Lifting her other leg, I mirrored my movement as she fisted the sheets.
“Anyone can find the obvious places to touch you, but there’s so much more pleasure there for the taking.”
Lowering her leg I let my fingers move over her skin, skimming her hips, her stomach, up over her ribs, around the edge of her breasts, and down her arms, making her body arch as she chewed her lip, her skin flushing pink. She looked stunning and my hard cock leaked precum in anticipation.
“Charlie,” she whimpered. “I like your hands on me.”
“I like having my hands on you too. You want me to carry on?”
“Yes.”
I leaned over her, pressing my body over hers as my lips found her neck. The heat of her skin poured into me as my hips settled between her spread thighs, my cock edging her folds.
“Fuck,” I mumbled against her skin.
“Where can I touch you?” she asked.
I lifted my head, our eyes locking. “Anywhere.”
Circling her nipple with the tip of my tongue, she yelped, burying her fingers in my hair as her other hand stroked up and down my spine.
“God, that feels good, Princess.” My body tingled in a way it never had before.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth as my hand found her other breast.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, rocking her hips. “Oh, fuck.”
Breathless, I kissed down her body, desperate to taste her. “Now for some of the more obvious ones. Let’s see. There’s this one.” I flicked my tongue over her clit.
“Again,” she panted.
This time I let my mouth explore her swollen bundle of nerves, licking and sucking until her fingers found my head again, pushing me harder against her. I wanted more. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I thrust my tongue inside her, making us both moan in unison as my fingers pressed against her clit.
Her hips bucked, her cries grew louder, and her grip on my head tightened. “Oh God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” And with that, her body locked, her walls tightened and cum spilled from her, covering my lips and chin.
Fern’s legs slipped from my shoulders as she reached for me. “Kiss me. Please,” she begged.
