Free The Sex Whisperer: Book 1 in the Whisperer Trilogy by Sadie Rabbit

part of your body. I want to smell and taste all of you. I kiss the sole of your foot, and you jerk your leg back gently. I pull it more tightly to me and kiss the top of your leg.
    I realize that it’s never occurred to me to kiss a woman’s feet before. With you, I want to touch and kiss you everywhere. I want this moment to stretch out and last forever — to breathe in every part of you deeply, to explore your body in the dark of this fancy Italian restaurant — to give us a moment we’ll never forget.
    The waiter comes back to the table, and you start to pull your legs away. I hold them close. Above me, I hear you tell him your date had to leave, that you’ll be dining alone. I sit incredibly still and listen while you order a rockfish sandwich, tomato bisque and a glass of wine.
    When the waiter’s gone, I waste no time. I put my hands on the insides of your thighs and spread your legs apart gently. I slide my fingertips slowly up your skin to unhook your tights. Then I slip them down, kissing your skin as I go. You are warm and supple under my lips. Everything about your body is perfect.
    My hard-on throbs painfully in my pants. I unbuckle my pants with one hand and slide my cock out. Then, I take your right foot and set it on top of me. Your heel rests on my balls, and you begin massaging the tip of my cock with your toes.
    As you stroke me with your foot, I slide my hands up your thighs and press my thumb gently against the front of your underwear. I can feel how soft it is there beneath the cloth. I start massaging your sex. I press against you with my thumb, rolling it in small, tight circles.
    I flatten my hand and slide my palm up and toward your stomach. Slowly, I increase the pressure on your sex. As I go, I notice you’ve spread your legs wider and slid forward — closer to me. I can smell your sex now, and — although I told myself I would wait — I can’t help but pull down your panties.
    It’s hard to take off your panties while you’re seated, but you help me by shifting your position in your seat. In the dim light under the table, I can’t make out your sex. I want to pull out my cell phone and shine a light on it so that I might drink all of you in, remember every inch of your body.
    Knowing that I can’t do that, I move so I’m sitting Indian style. Then, I take your feet and wrap them around myself, so my cock sticks up throbbing between your feet. I grab your ankles and begin moving them up and down so that I can feel you stroking me as I stroke you. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the deep and intense pleasu re.
    I lift my hands off your ankles, and you continue to stroke me with your feet. I concentrate on the feel of your skin beneath my fingers, sliding my hand up your leg. I lean in to kiss you, softly at first. Then, I shift forward and run my tongue up the insides of your thighs. I move higher and higher until I’ve reached your sex.
    There, I pause. I lick you above your sex, beside it, even in that narrow space below it. I can smell your musk, warm and inviting. Your feet feel so good on my cock that I have to force myself not to think about it, so I don’t finish.
    When I finally taste you, it’s tinged with sweetness and something heavier, something metallic. I kiss the bottom of your sex and move slowly to the top. Then, I repeat the process. After I’ve done this several times, I feel you reach your hand under the tablecloth and grab a handful of my hair. You pull on it sharply, pressing my face against your body. I move my tongue faster and faster against your sex.
    All the while your feet stroke my hard-on.
    I pull your hand from my hair and kiss your palm. I suck on it, then I put each of your fingers in my mouth and suck on them one at a time, too. Before long, I’m back between your legs. I lick you from bottom to top. Then, I stop and concentrate on the heart of your sex, the point where it opens up. I straighten my tongue and push it inside you. Your feet