My body greedily welcomes him in as I wrap myself around him.
“It’smymouth that will be on you.” His gravelly voice sends tremors throughout my body seconds before he sucks my swollen bud hard.
My head falls back as a moan escapes my lips.
“And most importantly,” he says, releasing his grip on me and swiping up my center, “it will bemycock that will always feed it.”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I lose all sense of reality as he dives in deep. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Every bite…
Every lick…
Every graze of his lip ring is perfectly orchestrated into a mind-numbing symphony of movements.
I turn my head again to watch, and seeing myself like this with his head between my legs adds a whole other level of sexual intensity that I never knew existed. My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze them hard as I arch back.
I feel his thumb rim my other hole, and I automatically tense. I’ve never done anything like that, and I suddenly get unsure.
“Relax,” he murmurs, moving his thumb around the opening. “Trust me.”
He applies a deeper pressure around the area, and I find myself enjoying the forbidden pleasures it brings as I relax into him again.
“That’s it, baby. Just let your body feel. Don’t overthink it.”
His mouth devours my front as his thumb presses and moves on nerve endings I didn’t even know I had back there.
The combination has a deep pressure forming in my core.
“Miles…” I whimper. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. I just know this is going to be intense.
“I’m right here, honey. Let me taste what’s mine.”
His tongue goes deep at the same time he presses on my swollen bud and applies deeper pressure in the back, going in just enough to ignite a thousand sparks flying through me.
The force of my orgasm takes me by such surprise that I don’t even comprehend that I’m screaming his name. I feel outside myself as my whole body vibrates with pleasure. His tongue moves and pushes against my walls further as he laps up every ounce of my release.
I sag against the bar as the final waves leave me. Breathing hard, I place a hand on my chest to try to slow my breaths.
He slowly releases me and stands up. His lips glisten, and he looks more smug than the Cheshire Cat after a full meal.
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” I groan and cover my eyes, knowing I just screamed louder than I ever have before.
Laughing, he pulls me up to him and removes my hands so he can see me.
“I have to admit, I’m surprised the glass is still intact from those high notes you just hit.”
“How long am I going to have to hear this before your little joke gets old?”
“A while,” he laughs, and I roll my eyes. “But,” he says, stepping between my legs and pressing against my center, “that was the best damn meal I’ve had in years, and I plan to do everything in my power to hear that high note again.”
His lips meet mine, and I bring him closer as I wrap my legs around him. He’s rock hard, and suddenly I want to return the favor. Removing my legs, I scramble off the bar as he steps back.
His eyes darken as he watches me drop to my knees. I’m in nothing but a pair of black heeled boots, and judging by the look he is giving me, he wholeheartedly approves.
“Now it’s your turn to watch.”
He glances up and stares at our reflection in the mirror. I look over my shoulder and see myself kneeling before him. The dim lights in the bar cast a warm glow on the amber liquid lining the glass shelves. Our eyes meet, and something flashes between us.
