Free Consumed by Felicia Fox Page B

right wall and my breath hitches when I see the cuffs . They are tarnished to a patina, green from age and time. I can only imagine how beautiful the copper must have once been. I turn to find her watching me - the once sapphire blue that normally graces those smoldering eyes have now shifted to the color of champagne. They are golden now, nearly matching the pearlescent tone of her skin.
    Saliva pools in my mouth and I begin to hunger for the sweet taste of her supple skin. I feel my breasts grow more sensitive, beginning to strain against their coverings. My pussy becomes slick, dampening my thighs yet again. I watch as her nostrils flare. I know she can scent my ever-growing arousal. Her movements are a blur as she comes to stand in front of me. She fists the hair at the nape of my neck, as she pulls my head back to lick a slow, long line from my collarbone, up the column of my neck, nipping at the lobe of my ear.
    “Oh, sweet Felicity.. You smell so divine. I cannot seem to decide how I want you first.”
    She tenderly kisses and nuzzles my neck. The action seems out of place with the obvious restraint I feel in her body which is pressed firmly against mine. Alex drops the hair that is still wrapped in her fist. Using that arm to now wind around my waist, her grip tightens while her other hand cups my face. She tears herself away from me abruptly and I can immediately feel the sting of her body’s absence against mine. That is, until I watch her as she reaches behind her back to remove her dress. She unzips the back and lets it slide down slowly, pooling in a beautiful mass of navy blue silk on the floor.
    Stepping out of the fallen fabric, she makes her way back to stand before me, completely unabashed by her nakedness. She is a vision, wearing nothing but a pair of black four-inch heels and of course that delectable, gold pearlescent skin on her petite frame with curves that could rival a fifties pin-up girl.
    “I am so hungry for you, Felicity.”
    She kneels before me and slips my heels off, one-by-one, massaging the arches of my feet as she does so. Rising, she grasps the hem of my dress and drags the offending material over my head. My five foot eight inch height has me bending forward so that she can pull it the rest of the way off. Throwing the dress behind her, Alex steps back, her golden eyes glowing, seeming to devour every line of my trembling body. She begins to pace around me and it ratchets up the intensity of lust burning from within me. She comes to stand at my back and suddenly I feel her kick my legs open wider. " Oh God!" , my fevered brain mutters silently.
    “Grab your ankles,” she growls at me. I can feel her eyes on my wet core as she squats down and slides her hands up my thighs.
    I quickly do as she commands, feeling her fingers spread the lips of my now sopping-wet pussy. I hear her inhale and when she releases her warm breath to fan against the heat of my lips, her grip on me tightens.
    “I am going to feast on you, Fe.”
    The throbbing in my core is intense as I feel the hot, wet glide of her tongue slip through my wet folds and immediately zero in on my clit and I squeeze my ankles hard, begging my knees not to weaken. My breathing becomes a heavy panting as she probes her fingers into my soaking channel, causing me to cry out. It feels so fucking good. I hear the suction of her finger going in and out of me and it sounds so erotic that it edges me even closer to a shattering climax.
    "Give it to me, Felicity."
    "Come for me, Baby."
    "Feed me."
    My eyes shut tightly as her unsaid words travel straight to the center of my body, forcing me to come hard, over and over, in intense, satisfying waves of sheer pleasure.
    “Oh, god, Alex. Yes. Yes. Yes! ” I cry out.
    My knees finally give out completely and I feel her grip my waist tightly to keep me steady. Pulling me back against her, I notice that the arms wrapped around me are gleaming brilliantly. She sways with me from side to side,