Free Bliss by Renee Field Page B

thigh.
    The gentle caress on the inside of her leg caused her to instinctively move her legs apart. She gritted her teeth at his soft chuckle.
    “Now, now, sweetlips. A tad impatient , aren’t we?” he said, just before his tongue gave a long, leisurely lick to the inside of her calf. It was so erotic, the rough feel of his tongue on her sensitive skin, that she bit the inside of her mouth so as not to give into the moan struggling to escape. The tangy, bitter taste of her own blood brought a semblance of rational thought back to her.
    “Stop that. I need to get up,” she snapped, attempting to push him away. Since that accomplished nothing, except to cause him to chuckle more, she got even madder.
    “I said stop that,” she said, attempting to kick him with her dangling foot.
    Before she could react , he flipped her body over onto her back, so that her legs were left dangling down the sides of the massage table. Her front and everything else was dangerously exposed. Sunlight streamed in through the large wall-to-wall windows, and she knew her face was flaming red with embarrassment.
    She felt raw, vulnerable and wanton. Most of all, she was afraid of what she’d unleashed by pushing Darius. In the last twelve hours while she hadn’t gleened very much information from him, one thing had stood out – he was a man you didn’t mess with. And mess with him she had.
    “Nice and wet. That’s how I like you,” he said.
    His words caused her heart to accelerate as his large body moved to stand between her legs. She tried clamping her legs shut but his hand cupped her womanhood so hard she knew it was futile.
    “Now, now. None of that. I’m going to let you play with a man for a change since you seem so interested,” he said, backing away . She heard movement and turned her head to the side to watch him shuck off his t-shirt.
    Kassandra ached to close her eyes. But then she heard him unzip his pants, and she gulped.
    “Open your eyes, Kassandra. Take a good long look, sweetlips. I dare you?”
    “Look Darius it’s not like you think...that guy was just...”
    “I know what that guy was just thinking, and trust me, he won’t ever think it about you again,” he said, slipping his jeans down low so they rested on his hips. Dark, curly hair peeked out of the top as she wetted her lips in anticipation.
    “That’s right, sweetlips. You want to see it,” he said, his voice a husky whisper of its former self.
    Acting braver than she felt, she rose to his challenge. “You know I’ve seen lots of guys before you.”
    “I just bet you have,” he replied, giving her another smoldering look as if he knew she was lying and that she wanted so very much to see all of him.
    Kassandra willed herself to not look at the sheet lying on the floor, a sheet she desperately wished was covering her up. Instead, she tried hard not to gape as the man stepped out of his jeans. That was it. No underwear, no socks, nothing else to look at except…all of him. She had seen him before when he’d come out of the shower, but nothing like this. He was fully aroused and massive. A long, hard thick penis jutted at full attention just for her and her eyes couldn’t take in enough of him.
    “I’m going to make you beg again and again because...” he said, leaning in closer so that the hot, tantalizing feel of his rock hard erection now rested between her legs as she tried to shuffle further back up the table, “I know you want it,” he said, shamelessly taking his cock in his hand to rub it against her wet opening.
    His skin was the color of bronze everywhere and his erection was most definitely something to be proud of. It was sleek, huge and thick, and she wanted more than anything to clamp her legs around his waist, and let him continue to rub her sensitized nub over and over again. It felt so damned good.
    Then she shook her head. This was something she’d dreamt about in the dark as her own fingers tried hard to fulfill her sexual