The only thing left was her boots.
Bree’s entire being hummed with expectation.
With aggravating slow precision, he unlaced the left boot. The thin patent leather parted, and he peeled the boot off her calf, then down to her ankle, and finally removed it. He did the same with the other leg, each time smoothing his hands over her calves and ankles in appreciation.
Jake lifted a foot close to his face. Bree watched as he closed his eyes and ran the tender sole of the foot over his stubbled beard. The fine prickles heightened the sensitive nerve endings there and caused her to shiver. Never before, had a touch in her arch sent her into waves of sexual desire.
With his thumbs, he applied pressure just under the pads beneath her toes, massaging and fondling. Starting with her smallest toe, he then began sucking each, pulling the digits into his mouth one by one, laving his tongue over them.
He moved to the other foot and did the same.
She had no clue toe-sucking could be so sensual.
“You’ve been on your feet all night,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”
Oh shit, don’t say that. I could get too used to it…
“Lay back, Bree. Close your eyes. And let me.”
Without protest, she did just that, but not before saying, “Take your clothes off, Jake. Now.”
He did, and she marveled at the glorious planes and hollows of his naked body, and the strong upright profile of his cock-to-die-for.
Moving up into the vee of her core, Jake spanned her thighs with his hands. He settled between her legs and opened her pussy wide. With practiced movements, he palmed over the tender junction of leg and hip and massaged her there. Like butter, she melted into the bed and he smiled, knowing he was providing her with much pleasure. Pushing back the tiny crest of dark brown curls that rimmed her labia, he parted her lips to reveal a glistening bud. He leaned in closer and rubbed a finger over her pearl.
Bree jumped and arched upward; his smile deepened.
With a middle finger, he entered her. Then with two. Moaning, she laid back and allowed him access. He probed, she was slick and open. Both hands played, stretching her, kneading her hot, sticky pussy flesh. He relished in the purely decadent feel of his fingers inside her body.
Jake had always been fascinated with the female anatomy. He loved exploring the contours and grottos of delight it offered. Bree’s body was a purely sinful expedition. A woman’s body, from his perspective, was a thing to pleasure, not necessarily a thing to take pleasure from. He planned to spend his time these next hours pleasuring her as much as humanly possible.
Trailing a finger over her perineum, he flicked at her anus. She reacted with a jerk and catlike moan.
He pushed her legs higher, allowing him full access. Catching sight of the leather straps still firmly attached to the eyebolts, he contemplated how Bree might react to their use. Their previous sexual encounter was fast and hot. Perhaps they should establish a couple of ground rules until he was certain of her threshold of sex play.
“Bree,” he said softly. “I never want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable, so let’s play a little game.” He reached for a strap. “Anytime you want me to stop, say the word red and I will stop immediately. I promise you. If you want me to keep going, say green, and I will continue. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He trailed a strap over her breast. She caught her breath. “You want me to continue?”
“Green.”
He stifled a grin. “Move closer to the headboard.”
Her eyes wide, she watched as he toyed with the leather noose in his hand. She did as he asked, and scooted back, pushing pillows out of the way.
Lifting first one foot, then the other, he slipped the leather cuffs over her ankles and tightened them. Moving to the headboard, he loosened the knots slightly and increased the tension until Bree’s legs were held in the air, her knees slightly bent, her pussy and ass angled up and open to him. She could move a bit, if she needed to. He knew that the straps would actually help her to keep from straining to keep her legs in this position.
And he wanted them up and her body open.
“You okay?”
Her eyes met his. “Green.”
Before settling between her thighs again, he opened a bedside table drawer and withdrew a tube of flavored lubricant. He warmed the lube on his fingers before touching her. Soon, he was back to exploring her depths, probing in and out of her vagina, with first one finger, then two, while increasing pressure and providing a determined internal massage.
Jake alternately watched Bree’s face, and her pussy, gauging her reactions by her moans, movements, and facial tics, along with the puckering and expanding of her vaginal muscles. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled to one side, then the other, as he continued his play. Dragging a middle finger downward, he teased her perineum and circled her anus. For good measure, he applied a little more lube to that area, allowing his middle finger to play and tempt her hole, then slowly slide into her ass. Bree gasped, and he stilled, looking to her face. Her eyes still closed, she whispered, “Green.”
Repositioning himself, he leaned on one hip, angling his body slightly to the left. With the middle finger of his right hand up her ass, he inserted his right thumb into her pussy. Pushing her left leg back toward her chest a bit more, her rear raised up further off the bed. He squeezed his thumb and middle finger together, cupping all of her sex in the palm of his big hand. He pushed both digits up as far into her as he could, massaging her from the inside, squeezing and probing.
She shivered and moaned, her lower body on the brink of convulsion.
He leaned closer, his gaze caught on the wet and shimmering pearl between her labia. Unable to resist tasting her any longer, he touched the tip of his tongue to the fleshy gem and flicked her starving clit. He’d neglected that part of her anatomy for too long. Now, it was time.
“Green…green…” Bree moaned, and he increased his tongue’s pressure on her clit. His fingers still worked her holes, pinching and prodding, her perineum caught between them.
Laving sloppy kisses over her pussy, his tongue explored while she trembled beneath him. Moving lower, his tongue teased at her opening, rivaling his thumb for attention. He sucked at her labia and tongue-fucked her while his thumb continued to play.
Her pants and whimpers spurned him on. He knew, as they increased in frequency, that she was close to exploding.
At once, she came up off the bed with a powerful orgasm.
Jake held her with fingers and tongue and thumb while she came down. He laid his head in the cradle of her thighs as he removed his fingers and gave her a moment. Her body hummed with pleasure, and his heart swelled knowing that he had given it to her.
“Green,” he heard her whisper from above. “Your cock. Now. In my ass.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Jake rose above her, his body between her knees. He positioned himself, his hands on her thighs, curling her lower body back toward the headboard. He thumbed her asshole, fingering along the rim, wondering if she could take him.
He added some extra lube to his fingers and again, pushed his thumb inside, readying her.
“Yes, Jake. Please…”
“Green?”
“Yes. Green.”
With a groan, he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. Damn, she was small and tight. Headiness overtook him as he pushed forward. He felt he might explode before he was inside.
She opened and he eased himself in. Bree groaned and reached for him. Her fingers grasped his wrists and held tight. He pushed forward and lost himself inside her. For several dizzying moments, all he knew was that he was inside her, fucking her, again, and that was all that mattered.