Sex Unlimited(12)
He leans down and kisses me fully and completely. His whiskey tasting tongue swirls around mine, then he begins to gently suck. It’s incredibly sexual and arousing feeling him suck on my tongue softly yet possessively. My hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it slightly.
His teeth graze my tongue as he releases it. “You make me fucking crazy, Candace. I want to consume you. My balls are aching for release, and my cock is throbbing painfully in need for you to squeeze that hot pussy around it, but I’m not going to fuck you just yet.” His lips curl into a grin as he pulls the tie up onto my eyes. “Close those gorgeous eyes, baby. Let me tap into the most powerful sex toy you have. Your mind.”
Everything goes dark as Brisban tightens the tie around my head just enough to keep it in place. Slightly callused fingers wrap around my wrists as my hands are raised above my head. “Leave these here,” he commands. Although he’s telling me what to do, it never feels like he’s ordering me around. He does it with a reverence that makes me feel cherished rather than defiled or dominated.
Trailing his hands down both my arms across the thin cotton of his dress shirt that he’s decided to leave on me, he stops at my breasts. Both hands cup each breast and I feel my nipples roll between his thumbs and forefingers. He gives one slight pinch to my left nipple then the same to the other and I let out a whimper. “Mmm, yes, you like that don’t you. Just a bit of pain before it mixes with pleasure.”
Suddenly, his hands are gone. I feel the bed shift then nothing. The room is quiet and the bed is still. I hear faint noises, but I can’t make out what the sounds are until I hear the clinking of ice. The sound of a cork popping startles me and he lets out a chuckle.
“Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just pouring you some champagne and me some whiskey on the rocks. I thought we might need a little intermission drink. “Here, sit up a bit.” I feel pillows being propped behind me as I rise up. “There. Are you comfortable?”
He’s so damn endearing. Where did this guy even come from? Men these days are usually such assholes. This is incredibly surprising and so wonderful. “It’s perfect, thank you.” I lie back, sinking into the fluffy feather filled pillows and let out a sigh. I could stay here in this bed with Brisban all night.
“Here, open up.” Chilled glass touches my lips and I part them faintly before he tilts the glass. The sweet bubbles explode on my taste buds in tiny bursts of acidic fruitiness.
“Mmm, it’s heavenly,” I tell him after it rolls down my throat in a feeble burn. I hear the clinking of the ice again and then I feel drops of cold liquid hit my bare chest. I startle in response. Goose bumps dance across my skin in a fury and my nipples harden immediately.
“Beautiful. Simply gorgeous, Candace. You have amazing breasts with the most perfect pink nipples I’ve ever seen.”
An ice cube makes contact with my flushed skin in the center of my breasts. He traces the melting cube up the swell of my right breast to my nipple. As the ice melts, he continues making lazy circles around one nipple then tracing down and over to my left breast. Rivulets of melted ice cascade down my chest across my body and onto the bed. The ice clinks again and I know he’s retrieving another piece from his whiskey glass. Paying close attention to my other nipple, the coldness begins to numb my sense of feeling on the sensitive flesh. Swiftly, the bed shifts and warm lips envelop my hardened nipple. The heat of his mouth and tongue melt away the cold. He sucks and swirls his soft tongue round and round and my senses burst back to life in a hurry as he grazes me with his teeth, flicking with his tongue before releasing.
“God, that’s amazing. Everything you do to me feels incredible, like you know exactly what I want.”
Ice clinks. “No darling, I know what exactly what you need because it’s what I need too.”
I jump as the frigid ice assaults my warm skin again. He starts in the center of my breasts, but this time he begins to move it down little by little until he reaches my belly button. One then two circles, causing the melted liquid to pool in my belly button. As the bed shifts once more, I feel him over me. Warmth touches my skin as he licks the melted ice from my belly button. Every nerve in my body is on end as he moves and licks his way to my inner thigh. The ice clinks yet again, then touches my clit and I clench my legs.
“Oh, that’s so cold.”
“Shh, not for long,” he whispers.
His fingers glide the cube down between my labia and then I feel his lips—the ice is gone and all that’s there is his beautiful full lips, tongue and mouth. I sense a twinge of burning sensation on my most delicate skin from the residual of the whiskey he drank. It’s a good burn. Just as I’m heating up and feeling the ecstasy of the oral pleasure he’s giving me, he’s gone again.