Page 16 of Doctor Clause
The neck.
The mouth.
The tongue.
The lips.
Nipples.
The entire area between her legs.
That was only the beginning of the list. There were many places which hadn’t even been tested yet. A deep curiosity about sexual sensations was growing within her. The blindfold she wore, up until that point, had been ripped off and a lifetime of unfulfilled needs were finally being met. A doorway leading to new pleasures swung wide open and nothing was going to shut it again.
This wasn’t about escaping reality. It was making what was real better.
His tongue on her lips, in her mouth, turned every part of her body into an erogenous zone. The taste wasn’t enough to satisfy. It wasn’t the full seven-course meal she wanted. For that, she needed to order the works.
“Please!” she begged, panting. “I want to feel you touching me.” The stage was set. There was no going back, not that she wanted to.
His hands were on her, gently teasing their way across less sensitive spots, mocking the ones crying out for attention. The roughness of the lace scratched against delicate bits.
Pain.
Pleasure.
The lines blurred between the two.
His fingers were gentle. The caress was light.
Nipples stood at attention; the material of her undergarment causing extreme friction. There was no padding in this particular ensemble to take the edge off.
The push.
The pull.
It all made her even more aware of his finger circling her breasts, searching out small holes in the fabric and slowly making them bigger.
Rip!
The tip of one tit was freed. The other remained a prisoner.
The second kiss was as delightful as the first; his mouth surrounding the newly exposed area of her breast.
Tongue flicked.
Lips sucked.
Every nerve in her body stood at attention, awaiting further instruction. He was her teacher, her lover, and so much more.
“Do you like that?” he asked, bedroom eyes glistening in the dimmed light. “It’s important for you to tell me if you enjoy what I am doing, or if it is too much.”
“Shut up,” she demanded. “Keep going.” She was on the verge of climax from just nipple play, something she never believed possible before. The lace top lifted, kisses lining her midsection as she finished removing the top.
“You taste delightful,” he said, warm breath tickling exposed skin. “I could devour you all night long.” He paused, playfully staring into her eyes as he took a nipple in his mouth, tongue gently rolling over and around before coming up for air again. This time he pushed her breasts together, sucking on both at the same time, sensitive tips rubbing against one another as well as having the sensation of his fluttering tongue.
“Oh!” she moaned, her body stiffening, desperately trying to rub against him.
“Not yet,” he said in a deep gruff voice. “Come for me.”