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her smallest toe between them. The soft, wet heat of his mouth sent a jolt up her leg, but she successfully stifled her body’s reflex to kick. He held her calf between his hands, kneading her flesh, and moved on to her next toe. Chloe studied the silky, soft brown curls of his head as he bent over her foot and slid his tongue between her toes.
“Oh my God,” Chloe sighed. She sipped her champagne and took another nibble of her coconut truffle. Damien eased her big toe into his mouth and sucked. She bit her lower lip and arched her back. Suddenly, her tailored blouse and slim pencil skirt seemed way too confining.
Damien let her toe slide from his mouth and planted kisses down the arch of her foot. “I find that I don’t want to stop with your feet,” he told her. “You ankles appear to need some attention as well. I don’t want to be discourteous to any of your body parts.” He moved his lips to the bumps of her inside ankle and planted kisses on the bony mound. “And your calves,” he murmured. He ran a trail down her calf with his tongue, leaving wet fire in its path. “And the backs of your knees.”
He knelt in front of her and freed her other foot from the heated towel. Damien lifted her left leg and nibbled the tender skin in the crease behind her knee before settling her leg on his shoulder. Then he repeated the motion with Chloe’s other knee.
“And, of course,” he whispered, running kisses up her inner thigh, “There’s one spot that might give you the most pleasure of all.” Chloe felt his hands slide underneath her skirt and gather it roughly up to her hips. She felt trapped, but what a rapturous confinement.
She’d worn her black lace boy shorts today. They were cut straight across her thighs, granny-panties style, but the sheer material revealed everything. Damien nestled his face between her legs and sucked the plump flesh of her labia through the lace. “Mmm,” Chloe hummed, tilting her hips towards him. Damp excitement gathered between her legs, fuelled by the brazen actions of Damien’s lips and tongue. His breathing grew harder, and, without warning, he lifted his face to hers. “I just realised I haven’t kissed your lips, Chloe,” he said with a sideways grin. “Please forgive my bad manners. Would you like that?”
“God, yes,” Chloe replied.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down to him for a long, wet kiss. Chloe tasted her own flavours in his mouth and arched against him, hungry for more of his attention. He held her in a kiss and unbuttoned her blouse with quick, agile fingers. With his warm tongue filling her mouth, he slid the blouse from her shoulders. The peaks of her breasts tightened into hard nubs as he studied them with obvious approval. Damien lowered his mouth to her skin.
Chloe felt shameless, ecstatic, alive. She held his head to her tit and lifted it with her other hand, willing him to suck more of her flesh into his mouth. She wanted him to devour her.
Damien traced one hand down her belly and gripped the front of her panties in a tight fist. He yanked upward suddenly, pulling the fabric against her swollen lips like a lace rope. The abrupt movement shocked Chloe, but the intense pressure on her sensitive skin was divine. She saw his eyes grow dark with desire. Chloe didn’t know what he would do next, but, oh God, she couldn’t wait to find out.
He pulled harder, stretching the lace over her sensitive flesh. Chloe gasped and bared her teeth. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to let go or to never, ever stop.
“These panties,” he growled, “have got to go.”
Chloe nodded, dazed.
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” he promised. Damien transferred his fistful of fabric to his left hand and stroked her through the lace. He tore a hole in the delicate, damp material and widened it with one wiggling finger, then lowered his face to her spread legs. Chloe shuddered. The tight lace of her panties, still wadded in his left
“Oh my God,” Chloe sighed. She sipped her champagne and took another nibble of her coconut truffle. Damien eased her big toe into his mouth and sucked. She bit her lower lip and arched her back. Suddenly, her tailored blouse and slim pencil skirt seemed way too confining.
Damien let her toe slide from his mouth and planted kisses down the arch of her foot. “I find that I don’t want to stop with your feet,” he told her. “You ankles appear to need some attention as well. I don’t want to be discourteous to any of your body parts.” He moved his lips to the bumps of her inside ankle and planted kisses on the bony mound. “And your calves,” he murmured. He ran a trail down her calf with his tongue, leaving wet fire in its path. “And the backs of your knees.”
He knelt in front of her and freed her other foot from the heated towel. Damien lifted her left leg and nibbled the tender skin in the crease behind her knee before settling her leg on his shoulder. Then he repeated the motion with Chloe’s other knee.
“And, of course,” he whispered, running kisses up her inner thigh, “There’s one spot that might give you the most pleasure of all.” Chloe felt his hands slide underneath her skirt and gather it roughly up to her hips. She felt trapped, but what a rapturous confinement.
She’d worn her black lace boy shorts today. They were cut straight across her thighs, granny-panties style, but the sheer material revealed everything. Damien nestled his face between her legs and sucked the plump flesh of her labia through the lace. “Mmm,” Chloe hummed, tilting her hips towards him. Damp excitement gathered between her legs, fuelled by the brazen actions of Damien’s lips and tongue. His breathing grew harder, and, without warning, he lifted his face to hers. “I just realised I haven’t kissed your lips, Chloe,” he said with a sideways grin. “Please forgive my bad manners. Would you like that?”
“God, yes,” Chloe replied.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down to him for a long, wet kiss. Chloe tasted her own flavours in his mouth and arched against him, hungry for more of his attention. He held her in a kiss and unbuttoned her blouse with quick, agile fingers. With his warm tongue filling her mouth, he slid the blouse from her shoulders. The peaks of her breasts tightened into hard nubs as he studied them with obvious approval. Damien lowered his mouth to her skin.
Chloe felt shameless, ecstatic, alive. She held his head to her tit and lifted it with her other hand, willing him to suck more of her flesh into his mouth. She wanted him to devour her.
Damien traced one hand down her belly and gripped the front of her panties in a tight fist. He yanked upward suddenly, pulling the fabric against her swollen lips like a lace rope. The abrupt movement shocked Chloe, but the intense pressure on her sensitive skin was divine. She saw his eyes grow dark with desire. Chloe didn’t know what he would do next, but, oh God, she couldn’t wait to find out.
He pulled harder, stretching the lace over her sensitive flesh. Chloe gasped and bared her teeth. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to let go or to never, ever stop.
“These panties,” he growled, “have got to go.”
Chloe nodded, dazed.
“I’ll buy you some new ones,” he promised. Damien transferred his fistful of fabric to his left hand and stroked her through the lace. He tore a hole in the delicate, damp material and widened it with one wiggling finger, then lowered his face to her spread legs. Chloe shuddered. The tight lace of her panties, still wadded in his left
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