"I'll be right back with your surprise," she said over her shoulder.
Her pert, panty-clad backside disappeared out the door, leaving him in a surreal state of bemusement and curiosity. When she returned minutes later, she was carrying a plastic squeeze bottle filled with a golden-hued substance.
He eyed the unidentifiable stuff as she set the container on the nightstand. "What is that?" he asked tentatively.
She shimmied out of her panties. Without an ounce of modesty, she straddled his middle again, and his voracious and admiring gaze took in all her naked glory-from her high, full breasts, along her waist and hips, to her spread thighs and the view of the thatch of dark-blond hair covering her sex.
"You wanted caramel, and you're gonna get it." She reached for the squeeze bottle and squiggled a line of sticky syrup from his breastbone to each of his nipples. "Lots of it. Rich and sweet and seductive."
The caramel was warm and silky against his skin, and the heady exhilaration of what she was about to do to him made him burn from the inside out. "Hey, I thought this was my fantasy, remember?" He'd been the one to bring up caramel earlier on the phone. "You should be the one who's tied to the bed, not me."
"Too late for that, don't you think?" She raised her eyes to his, a suggestive smile on her lips as she finger-painted the slick-textured caramel over his chest, across his rigid nipples, and down the line of his abdomen. "Besides, this is still your fantasy, but with a bit of a twist that lets me be the one in control. I'm going to eat you up."
The fragrant scent of buttery caramel filled his senses, and he groaned, certain he'd died and gone to heaven. She scooted a bit lower to continue a drizzling path of syrup down to his navel, and his erection slid along the crease of her buttocks. For a brief moment he wished his hands were free, so he could lift her hips and pull her down the last few inches and thrust inside her, and make her ride him hard and fast.
But he couldn't do anything but surrender to her slow, arousing ministrations, and that heightened his excitement, too.
Once she was finished painting him with the decadent treat, she leaned forward, ran her lips over a taut pectoral muscle, then took a soft, ravenous bite from his flesh. She groaned at the sweet taste filling her mouth, and a hot, wild tremor rippled through him in response.
Her sensual gaze lifted to his, and the smile that etched her expression was a combination of exhilaration and pure bliss, as if she were under the influence of a very potent aphrodisiac. As he watched, her pink tongue dipped down, swirling once again through the sweet mess she'd made on his chest, and lower. She found his rigid nipple and nipped at the sensitive disk, and that stab of erotic sensation spiraled all the way down to his groin.
She continued to lap at him and unhurriedly kissed her way down his torso to his belly, and kept nibbling her way lower with soft, delicious bites and the scrape of her teeth along his caramel-coated skin, eating him up like he was one big seductive dessert for her to feast on and enjoy. He was so lost in the fantasy she'd created that when she finally sat up again, he realized she was sitting astride his thighs like a pagan, her hungry gaze taking in his jutting, aching sex.
Licking her lips, she reached for the bottle of caramel and poured a generous amount in her hand, then rubbed her palms together, the enthusiastic light in her eyes making her intentions oh, so clear. She took him in her hands, her grasp slick and slippery as she measured the length of his cock in long, heated strokes that had him gritting his teeth in a painful kind of pleasure. Her thumbs grazed the lubricated head of his penis with every pass, drawing a fierce climax closer to the surface.
"Liz," he said, his voice a deep, husky growl.
She ignored the warning in his tone; she obviously wasn't done tormenting him. Lowering her head, she curled her tongue over the broad head of his sex, then licked and nibbled her way up and down his shaft, giving his cock the attention she'd promised earlier. Slowly, leisurely, she lapped off the caramel, savoring the taste of him with small, appreciative sighs and moans that made him writhe beneath her. Just when he was certain he was on the verge of going insane, she finally parted her lips and enveloped him in the wet heat of her mouth.
His nostrils flared, and savage lust reared within him as she took him deep, working his thick, solid member with her lips and tongue and the slick fingers wrapped tight around the base. She brought him to the brink of an orgasm, then eased back to let the wave of sexual tension ebb before starting in on him again.
His entire body shuddered with a fierce, roaring urgency, stunning in its intensity. He couldn't ever remember being the lucky recipient of such intense, all-consuming need. He'd had his share of blow jobs before, certainly, but no woman had ever enjoyed the act as much as Liz. She took her time, delighting in the act, luxuriating in his scent, his texture and responsiveness. She skillfully drew out his moment of fulfillment, as if his pleasure was directly linked to her own.
Her tongue swirled one last enthusiastic time; then she sucked, at first gently, then harder, stronger, devouring him all the way to the back of her throat in long, rhythmic strokes of her mouth. He exhaled a hiss of breath, and his arms flexed in an instinctive reaction to reach down and thread his fingers through her hair. The abrupt movement only served to tighten the stockings around his wrists and reminded him that she was the one calling all the shots.
He was under her complete power and command.
His stomach muscles clenched, and he dug his heels into the mattress, panting to keep his climax at bay. He wasn't going to last much longer. "If you don't quit now, I'm gonna come," he managed hoarsely.
She didn't stop, and he couldn't either. The last thin thread of his control shattered. His hips surged upward as she drew him to completion with her hands and mouth, sending him soaring on the wings of an awesome, shuddering orgasm that left him weak and wasted.
He finally came back down to earth to the wonderful feel of Liz making her way back up to his chest with more languorous licks and insatiable nibbles and kisses. Her knees straddled his ribs again, and her bottom rested lightly on his stomach. Her breathing was ragged, and she looked down at him with eyes dark with passion and a hunger as raw as the one she'd just satisfied in him.
"Untie me so I can touch you," he said, wanting to give her what she needed, too.
She shook her head, a few wisps of hair that had escaped her clip brushing against her flushed face. She looked thoroughly aroused and incredibly sexy. "I'm not finished with your fantasy yet."
He couldn't imagine it getting any better, but he wasn't about to argue, not when he was certain that watching her would restore his stamina for a second round.
Picking up the plastic bottle of caramel, she drizzled a ribbon of the golden syrup over the tops of her breasts, and he stared, mesmerized, as the liquid trickled down to her quivering nipples, then beaded into tiny droplets that he ached to catch with his tongue. Holding his gaze with her own, she cupped her breasts in her hands and massaged them with the smooth, glistening caramel. She circled her nipples with her slick fingers, plucked at them, and gasped and shivered as the tips puckered tight.
Steve's blood sizzled in his veins, and he increased the stakes of their fantasy the only way he could-verbally. "Lift your breast to your mouth and lick off the caramel," he said huskily, and when a rare bout of uncertainty made her hesitate, he pushed the issue. "Do it."
This time, she fulfilled his request with more confidence. Sliding her hands beneath her full breasts, she raised her nipples to her parted lips and tentatively flicked her tongue across one of the crests, then the other. Her eyelids half closed, and she licked at the caramel again, her tongue gliding slowly, sensuously across her sweetened skin and lapping at the engorged tips.