Free The Mating Game by Elizabeth Lapthorne

hearing clearly picked up the difference between his own steady breaths, and Mary’s slightly accelerated breaths, he let his other senses wander.
    The sheets beneath him were slightly warm and crisp. The heady scent of musk and desire filled the room. He lowered his head, eyes still firmly shut, and paused, a few inches away from Mary’s delectable skin.
    Feeling his mouth truly start to water, afraid he would disgrace himself and begin to drool, he reined in his control.
    Taking a deep breath, he fully took Mary’s scent into his body. The myriad of different scents and textures that added up to pure her. The musk, the salty tang of her slick skin, the dewy scent and flavor of her juice. The plain but wonderful scent of her soap, her herbal shampoo. Everything that together, added up into Mary.
    He took her scents deep into his heart, into his very soul. She was perfect, delicious, and he would enjoy every second of eating her all up, literally and figuratively.
    Letting his eyes open partially, enough to see her, yet not enough for the brightly burning lamp to hurt his eyes, he slid his glance over her flushed face. Her eyes were bright with lust and excitement. Slowly, taking his time, he moved his body downwards, until he could stare at her thong-covered pussy. Taking his time, he drew the thong down her hips and off her legs, tossing it behind him.
    Her fiery red curls partially hid her from his heated view. With one finger, he gently parted her lower lips, slicking her juice around her opening and exposing her soft inner flesh.
    Down here she was delightfully pink, an interesting contrast to her very pale skin. Her opening tightened, sucking at his finger as he gently inserted it into her. He stroked her walls, enjoying the damp heat of her inner self. He had to grin at the sucking, slurping noise as he removed his finger, nearly drowned out by Mary’s moan of disappointment.
    “Dom…” she panted.
    Now that his eyes had adjusted back to the light, Dominic looked back at his bound captive, his lover, his woman . Suppressing the possessive, totally non-him thought, Dominic returned to his perusal of Mary.
    With her arms raised above her head, her breasts thrust temptingly out, begging him to be suckled and nibbled on, Mary looked positively divine. Her eyes were closed, her head resting back on the pillows. Her legs shuffled, trying to ease the tension growing between her thighs.
    Dominic grinned. She hadn’t seen anything just yet.
    Turning back to her luscious, weeping pussy, he gave in to his own temptation, and took a long, long, luscious lick. Mary’s thighs shuddered. Her muscles clenched, and she pushed her hips up, trying to get closer, silently begging for more.
    Dominic knew the slight roughness of his tongue would enhance the wet pleasure she felt. He slowly, teasingly, started to lap at her juices, careful to avoid her clit and the very sensitive outer edges of her lips.
    Licking and sucking up her sweet yet salty nectar, Dominic took his own time and allowed himself to wallow in the pleasure her taste and scent brought him. He found the more he tasted her essence, the more he craved it. Like the worst addict, he had to tighten his hold on his own hunger, his own selfish desire, and concentrate on bringing Mary some pleasure too.
    Slowly, he began to build the pace. His licks grew longer. Encompassing her whole opening, he began to tease her clit with the rough edge of his tongue. Slowly but surely, he built Mary into a desperate frenzy.
    When she was pushing up onto his face with all her leverage, when her moans grew deep and frantic, he finally speared his whole tongue into her.
    Mary cried out.
    Dominic reached up, and spread her legs even further apart with his large hands. Pushing them far to each side, he lifted her legs to cant her hips even higher.
    He began to eat her in earnest. Nibbling on her so-soft flesh, running his tongue over her throbbing, erect clit, Dominic gave her true pleasure.