Free My Misery Muse by Brei Betzold Page B

thumb, when it came across the nipple ring, I moaned.  He stopped and looked at me.
     
    “How long?” he asked.
     
    “About a year,” I shrugged. “I finally worked up the nerve.”
     
    “I have to see,” he growled then he was pulling my shirt over my head.
     
    He looked down and brushed the pad of his finger over one of my tightened nipples, it tightened even more almost painful.
     
    “Gorgeous,” he whispered then pushed me down on the bed.
     
    He reached down and unsnapped the button to my shorts and quickly had them down my legs and tossed into a pile with my tank top.  I looked into his eyes and my breath caught, his eyes had darkened to emerald with lust.  I reached up and slid my hands under his shirt, the feel of hot flesh over tight muscles made me even wetter than before. I had to see him, I grabbed his shirt and started pulling it up, he caught on fast and had the shirt over his head giving me full access to his beautiful chest and broad shoulders.  He was perfect, a hard muscular chest, with wide shoulders, a barbell in both nipples, and a strip of hair that started from his navel leading to a very impressive cock that was straining against the buttons of his 501’s.
     
    “I can’t take you looking at me like that for much longer Devi,” he said sounding as out of breath as I was.
     
    “How I am looking at you Seth?”
     
    “Like you’re ready to devour me.”
     
    “I am.”
     
    With that he was on the bed beside me with one of my nipple rings in his mouth, slightly pulling on it then laving the nipple with his tongue it had me crying out with the pain and pleasure of it.  He took my nipple in his mouth slowly driving me insane. His other hand slid down my stomach stopping to slightly pull on my belly button ring before going down further to slide his finger back and forth under the lace of my boy shorts.  He switched nipples giving the second the same attention he had the first licking, sucking, nipping and pulling on the ring, while he was still slowly driving me insane by being so close to where I wanted him, but never moving down further than the tops of the boy shorts.
     
    He stopped sucking on my nipples and looked at me. “You’re beautiful, Devi,” he said, then gave me a hard kiss, tasting me as I tasted him. I drew his tongue into my mouth suckling on it, and he groaned then broke off the kiss.  “I want you, I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else.” he whispered. He then started trailing kisses down my neck, to both breasts stopping to play with the rings then lower to my belly button ring giving it the same attention he gave my nipple rings, then lower still.  He slid his hands between my thighs and parted them laying butterfly kisses along the sensitive skin of my upper thighs, then pulled my panties down my legs trailing down them with more soft kisses and nips, that had me moaning and squirming on the bed. 
     
    “Pants,” I gasped out.
     
    He chuckled at me, “Your impatient, I want to taste you first, it’s been too long Devi, I have to taste you on my tongue.”
     
    He nestled between my legs and I could feel his warm breath on my most intimate parts, I wriggled again trying to get closer, but he just chuckled and gave me more of those infuriating butterfly kisses along my inner thighs and hips. When I thought I was about to explode, I finally felt his tongue slowly and ever so lightly trace my seam.  I jumped and gasped at the first contact of his tongue; he laughed quietly again, and then laid an arm firmly over my abdomen to keep me still.  He slowly traced my seam with the tip of his tongue again and again, knowing it was driving me even more insane. I felt his other hand come up and slowly, carefully part my most feminine flesh for him to see, “Beautiful,” he sighed. Then the flat of his tongue dragged across my sensitive flesh, and I could feel his tongue ring hitting my most sensitive places, I gasped and moaned and would