“Yes.”
“Both are sweet with the lightest touch of tartness that makes me crave another taste, another lick until I’m drowning in the flavor and still can’t get enough.” Then the devilish seducer slowly licked his lips as if remembering when her cream coated them.
Feeling overwhelmed, turned on and way out of her comfort zone, Kira did the only thing she could. She fought white-hot desire with blazing red need.
She thanked providence—and whatever other benevolent deities floated around— that the restaurant Grant had chosen covered each table with a dark linen tablecloth that almost reached to the floor.
Moving slowly she wriggled her strapless sandal off her foot. Then, as casually as she could, Kira slipped her naked foot between Grant’s spread thighs and began a slow sensual massage with only her foot.
At the first touch Grant jumped slightly in his chair, but made no other obvious reaction except for a slight rise in color.
“Like playing with fire, do you?” he asked in a calm almost casual tone, that had Kira wondering if she wasn’t actually rubbing something other than what she’d aimed for.
“Unzip your pants, Grant. I want to feel you skin to skin. I want to feel the sticky wetness of your pre-cum between my toes.” With every word she spoke Kira wound herself tighter. She’d never been so turned on in her life, all without the man sitting calmly in front of her laying a single finger on her.
“What will you give me if I do?” He challenged her even as she felt his hand slide between her foot and his rock-hard cock. He eased the zipper down slowly, watching her with hungry eyes the entire time.
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suck you off all night then that’s what I’ll do…with pleasure,” she told him, her voice low and husky as the flames of need build higher inside her.
“You give so much for getting so little in return. I wonder how I got so lucky.”
Grant’s tone grew strained as Kira’s foot grew bolder beneath the safety of the dark linen.
“You haven’t gotten lucky yet, but if you let loose a little I can promise you will.”
More than anything Kira wanted to watch this controlled, unpredictable man come apart for her.
Then the last barrier separating them disappeared and his hot aroused flesh was naked beneath her touch. They both sucked in a sharp breath at the sensual nature of the touch. Grant’s cheeks darkened as his nostrils flared.
“I swear I can smell your sweet heat,” he growled low. “Tell me you’re as wet as I am hard.”
“You know I am.”
Up and down she caressed his velvet-covered flesh with her toes, even though she was aching to feel him pounding deep inside her while their mouths devoured each other with desperate need.
Suddenly Grant sucked in a deep breath. He reached under the table, grabbed her foot and pressed it hard against his sensitive flesh. “Give me the other foot,” he demanded.
Not willing to deny him, not when she could see how close to coming he was, Kira jerked off her shoe then pushed her foot into his waiting palm.
“Fuck, this feels so unbelievably good. I’m so close to coming, honey. Is that what you want? My seed all over your satin soft skin? To get up from the table and know that I know what’s coating your ankles and legs is nothing but my cum?”
Both bare feet surrounded his rigid length, acting as a source of friction, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
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“Both hands on the table, Grant, where I can see them.” Kira knew she’d pay later for ordering him around now, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to boss such a strong man around. When he obeyed her command her pussy grew hotter and the motions of her feet increased. “Hmm, such a good little solider you are. I wonder what else you’re good at.”
Those high cheekbones she’d admired all night grew darker as his need rose. “I’m too close, Kira. Back off, honey, and we’ll save this game for when we get to the bedroom.”
Did he honestly think she’d turn back now? After she’d worked so hard to bring him so close? “Not a chance, Grant,” she murmured back then shot him a smile filled with sensual promise. “Here comes our very prompt server with your dessert, sweetie.
Smile nicely for the young man and I promise you a second treat you’ll never forget.”
When the smiling, oblivious man left them, Kira turned a predatory gaze on her dinner companion. “Now eat your pie like a good boy and we’ll finish up our game so long as you don’t let anyone know what we’re doing.”
Grant nodded and hastily grabbed his fork off the table. “Finish this, Kira, because I sure as hell can’t get out of this chair with a trigger-happy hard-on sticking out of my pants.”
“Then slip your handkerchief out of your pocket and push my dress up,” she said in her most commanding tone.
He followed her instructions. The only sign of his growing arousal was his harsh breathing and hollowed cheekbones.
“Now, please, Kira.”
Taking pity on him, Kira scooted her chair closer to the table so her feet could take his cock in a hard grip, ready to milk the very seed from his body. She spread her legs open ready to catch his sticky essence with her flesh. Then she sped her movements up and almost came herself as she watched Grant fall over the cliff. His body jerked slightly, a low grunt escaped his lips as his eyes closed and the fork fell from his hand.
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“Fuck…yeah…Kira,” he breathed the words out as splash after splash of hot cum jetted from his body and spilled across her feet and legs.
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Later he’d never understand how he calmly thanked the waiter for the pie while his whole body drew tight with the need to thrust. Thanks to Kira’s teasingly talented toes Grant was more turned on then he could ever remember being in his life.
He didn’t care about his heart or the scar that crisscrossed his chest. The main thought running through his head like a hamster on a wheel was when could he fuck Kira. The backseat of his SUV sounded pretty good to him right now. Anything, any place so long as he could take her. Hadn’t she promised him just that? That he could fuck her anywhere, anyhow and anyway he wanted? Did the female know what she’d offered him and how much?
The barest brush of the arch of her foot made him strain in his chair. So close, he was so fucking close to losing it. Then he did, jerking in her erotic hold as his seed jetted out in a warm stream coating Kira’s flesh, marking her as his…at least temporarily.
He sat in his chair, his body still humming with mind-numbing pleasure. His satiated cock only half hard now, tucked safely back in his pants. Grant’s mind spun in bright ribbons and patterns, no thought or feeling stopping long enough for him to grasp it. Everything in his world, his universe narrowed down to the sensual woman sitting across from him in the dimly lit restaurant.
Kira destroyed all his preconceived notions of women and the many faces they presented to the world. Publicly she was the consummate professional, allowing nothing but the best in her work. With friends and family she laughed, joked and cared for those around her. In the bedroom or in semi-privacy Kira displayed an erotic side Grant wanted to spend the rest of his life exploring.
“Something else on your mind, Grant?” Kira’s voice teased his heightened senses like an erotic caress across his balls.
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“Two questions.” His voice was reduced to a low husky mutter.
One delicate, arched, black brow rose and a slight Mona Lisa smile curved her full lips “Just two?”
“Did you mean it?”
He prayed she wouldn’t ask for clarification. Grant honestly didn’t know if he could sit here and repeat her offer, not without breaking a few public decency laws.
Kira either knew how close to the edge he was or she’d chosen to take pity on him.
Whatever the reason she didn’t play word games with him. She answered him with straightforward honesty.
“Every word, Grant. However, whatever and whenever.”
His repaired heart jerked in his chest and he took several slow, deep breaths before asking his second question. “Do you have any objections to a little light bondage?”
If he hadn’t been watching so closely for her reaction he might have missed it. That telltale sign of heightened arousal. But he had been watching and he’d caught the rapid fluttering of the pulse in her neck and wanted to howl in soul-deep pleasure.
He didn’t need her answer now, but he waited for it just the same. Wanting to know if she’d be true to her own needs and desires as she’d demanded he be.
“So long as we’re not talking about pain, degradation and dressing up like stuffed animals then I’m game for anything.”
Hearing everything he needed to know, Grant’s hand shot up in air. “Check, please.”
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She was spread-eagled on his bed, silk scarves binding her wrists to the headboard, another folded over her eyes and tied in place.
“Why can’t I watch?” she asked. “This isn’t fair.” Kira wanted to see Grant’s entire body naked. Touch it. Run her fingers over the hard muscles hinted at by the fit of his clothes.
“Because tonight I’m in charge.” His voice was low and charged with sexual heat.
He pressed his mouth to hers, a light touch at first, then a whisper of his tongue over the surface of her lips. When he traced the seam of her mouth with the tip of his tongue it was like the barest kiss of the torch she used in her studio. Hot. Fiery. Intense.
She opened her mouth for him and at once his tongue was inside. He swept every wet surface, licking the roof of her mouth as if he was tasting candy.
His lips shifted against hers, first one way then another as he used different angles to touch different surfaces. Kira grazed the surface of his tongue with her teeth and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. She did it again, and Grant’s fingers tightened on her scalp, holding her head firmly in place. His tongue plunged deeply and she swore she could feel its tip all the way down to the center of her cunt.
Lust, hot and hard, speared through her. It woke up every bundle of nerves, made her nipples harden into diamond-like points and the walls of her cunt quiver in delicious anticipation. The throbbing in her womb that had set up an insistent beat while she’d driven Grant to climax with her toes was now as heavy and rhythmic as a bass drum.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
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more. All she knew was that this man could do anything he wanted to her, with her, and she’d take it and welcome more. All her careful plans had dissipated, blown away by erotic winds.
“You have the most gorgeous nipples.” Grant’s voice vibrated against her as he closed his mouth over one taut swollen tip. “Mmmm. Delectable.”
He circled the bud with the tip of his tongue, tiny slivers of electricity sizzling from the point through her breasts to her cunt to join the flutters already intensifying there.
He closed his teeth over it lightly, tugging at it, biting down and then soothing it with soft kisses. Kira swallowed a tiny cry as he cupped the breast, kneading it rhythmically as he moved his mouth to the other nipple.
Kira tried to shift beneath him, but he was kneeling over her, his thighs bracketing her legs and pinning her to one position. With her hands held captive by the scarves she could do little but writhe in desperation and try to silently urge him to do more. More.
More.
But Grant was apparently determined to take his time. By the time he finished with her nipples her breasts felt full, the skin too tight, and her nipples hard and swollen. She flexed her fingers with a need to cup them with her own hands.
Grant’s laugh was deep and sexy. “Do you like touching your breasts, Kira? Do you cup them when you lie in bed pleasuring yourself? I’d like to watch you do that sometime but not tonight. Tonight I’m in control.”
There was a sudden hard edge to his voice that resonated through her, ramping up the desire already in full bloom inside her.
Kira wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Of everything?”
He laughed softly. “Of everything.”
He kissed the hollow at the base of her throat where her pulse beat, sucking at the flesh before moving his mouth down through the valley between her breasts. He trailed kisses over her heated skin until he reached her navel. Pausing, he traced the delicate 41
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swirls in the indentation with the tip of his tongue before following a line down to her pubic curls.
When he blew a stream of warm air on them Kira tried once more to move her hips, to lift herself to him, to urge him to do more. He laughed again, soft and low, the sound vibrating through her.
“Don’t rush me, sugar. Up to now we’ve rushed through everything. Tonight I’m taking my time.”
“I want to see you,” she told him again.
“It’s much better with the blindfold. When one sense is removed all the others come into sharper play. This way you can feel everything so much more intensely. Like this.”
He shifted suddenly so he could lift her legs and drape them over his thighs. With his thumbs he parted the outer lips of her pussy and blew on the wet flesh as he had on the soft curls. When she moaned he did it again, then brushed his thumb very lightly across the tip of her swollen clit.
“God, you’re already so hot, Kira. You’re the most responsive woman I’ve ever met.
Now I know what men mean when they talk about a wet dream walking.”
“Please,” she whispered again, her body silently begging for more touching, more stroking. More…anything.
Grant slid two fingers inside her warm channel and moved them in and out, the tips of them curling so with each stroke he found her sweet spot. The moan morphed into one long sound of extended pleasure as he took his time pushing her up that slow erotic slide. She wanted to come so badly, but Grant kept her just hanging at the threshold. She was caught in a voluptuous web, a net of sensations that zinged through her and stimulated every nerve in her body.