I move my fingers, and he presses his mouth against me. He kisses me right on my pussy, like he’s kissing my mouth. Then he sucks my outer lips into his mouth, and I gasp at the warm heat. I’m glad I got waxed a few days ago. I had my usual Brazilian with a tiny landing strip. It means everything is extra sensitive.

His tongue spears through my folds, and he licks me like I’m his favorite ice cream. Just as his kiss in the kitchen claimed my mouth, he’s claiming my pussy now.

“Goddamn you taste good,” he mutters against me. “So fucking good. I could do this all day.”

“Then who’d protect me?” I ask with a weak laugh. My legs are finding it increasingly hard to hold me up. He’s working my clit like a pro, and I feel as if I’m going to come.

As my thighs shake, and my fingers grip his shoulders, he suddenly stops.

What?

He stands, his chin slick from me. “Get on the bed.”

I do as he says and lie down. He climbs on over me and kisses my thighs, my pussy lips, my stomach, and he pulls my nightdress up as he moves over my body, until he’s lifting it over my head, my arms raised for him.

Now, I’m completely naked.

“Do these hurt?” I ask as I gently tap a nipple ring.

He shivers. “No, it feels good. You fancy some?”

I laugh. “My nipples are so sensitive, I’d faint. No thanks.”

“Sensitive huh?”

“Very.” I’m not lying. I’ve made myself come before by playing with them. Never had it happen with a guy, though. I got too caught up in my own head, I think.

He kisses my breasts, and I brace for him to go all out on my nips the way he did my mouth and pussy. He doesn’t, though. In fact, Samuel ignores them. He spends ages kissing around my areola and stroking the underside of my breasts with his thumbs, but he doesn’t touch my nipples.

He moves farther up my body and takes my mouth in a very different kiss than before. He kisses me slowly, almost languidly, but the whole time, he’s stroking down my sides and touching my body, making me shake.

His tongue teases me, tasting then retreating. He kisses along my jaw and out to my ear where he nibbles the shell, making me squirm at the overload of sensations.

As he kisses his way down my body, he pulls me into a sitting position and straddles my thighs, keeping his weight off me. He palms my breasts and squeezes them together.

“You have great tits,” he says.