Then the tickling began. She smiled at the feel of the fox trail brushing across her skin, caressing her breasts, then tickling her nipples. It flicked over her thighs and her knees, down to her feet and back to her breasts. It was relentless, seductive, and luxurious. The sensation of it against her lips and nipples was unbearably sexy and Jacquie parted her legs, inviting his touch there. Pierce chuckled and his hand bracketed the back of her waist, lifting her as he teasing her with the fur’s light touch. Jacquie laid back and enjoyed, running her tongue over her lips, wanting more and more. The fur disappeared and her nipples beaded in anticipation of what he’d do next.
She jumped when the finger vibrator landed on her nipple, then arched her back in pleasure. Pierce caught that nipple between his finger and thumb, trapping it between the smooth strength of his thumb and that wicked little vibrator. Jacquie writhed in pleasure, tormented by his touch at that one point. Pierce kissed her then, his mouth locking over hers in silent demand. She twined one hand around his neck, pulling him closer, then slid the other one down to touch herself. Pierce beat her to it, that vibrator landing against her hard clitoris with such purpose that she moaned aloud. He teased her with it, taking her nipple in his mouth instead, and Jacquie thought her heart would explode. He was relentless in his torment, taking her right to the brink of pleasure, then retreating suddenly so that she was cheated of her release.
“No!” she protested and he laughed.
“Yes,” he said, then she was swung into his arms again. “I told you the best things were worth waiting for.”
“I’ve waited long enough.”
“Not a chance,” he growled and Jacquie was thrilled.
She kissed Pierce while she could, then was placed in the middle of the large bed on her back. The sheets were smooth and soft. Pierce guided her hands to the posts on the headboard.
“Hang on and don’t move,” he instructed, his breath fanning her cheek.
“Or what?” she asked, breathless.
“Or I’ll never let you come.”
“If you keep doing what you’re doing, there won’t be a choice.”
“Won’t there?” He stole another hot kiss then moved away.
Jacquie did as instructed, her heart racing. She was so wet and ready for him that she hoped he was quick. She heard Pierce getting undressed, then he was back, looming over her to kiss her again. He had a way of kissing that was seductive in itself—every time was like the first time, thorough as he savored her. She sighed, wanting more and more. She felt his hand slide down to her thighs, then he braced himself over her and cupped her breasts in his hands. He caught each nipple between finger and thumb, his weight between her thighs. That vibrator was still on one finger but this time, he teased the other nipple with it. The first was treated to similar torment with his bare hand. Both drove Jacquie wild.
Pierce rolled her nipples, pinching them, teasing them to points, flicking across them, then suckling them, one after the other. He was so merciless that Jacquie writhed against the sheets. His tongue. His teeth. He was going to make her come just by caressing her. He teased and tormented her until she thought she couldn’t bear it a moment longer—then he switched to the other nipple.
That was when his hand, the one with the vibrator, slid over her belly. Jacquie moaned, anticipating his destination. He moved to one side as his hand slid between her thighs, his finger and thumb repeating their magic on her clitoris. Jacquie gasped aloud and she heard Pierce chuckle, felt his exhalation, but he didn’t ease up. In fact, both his tongue and his fingers moved with greater demand, and Jacquie was sure she’d come too soon. She couldn’t bear the assault on three points at once. She fought her body’s urge, wanting the sensation to last, and just when she couldn’t bear it anymore, Pierce lifted his head and his hands away.
Jacquie wanted to roar with frustration.
Pierce just chuckled. He cupped her breasts, caressing them, then his hands slid down to grip her waist. She felt him brace his elbows on either side of her, then he kissed her navel, twisting his tongue into it and tickling her. Jacquie twisted and struggled, her legs parted, then Pierce’s trail of kisses moved lower.
“Oh no,” she whispered.
“Oh yes,” he replied, his voice a low thrum against her skin.
“You don’t have to.”
“But I want to. Don’t you like it?”
“I love it. I miss it, but not everyone likes doing it.”
“Fortunately, I do,” he replied then his tongue flicked against her and Jacquie couldn’t argue anymore.
Actually, she didn’t want to.
Eight
When Pierce’s mouth closed over her with purpose, Jacquie heard herself moan. It had been a long time since she’d been eaten, and she’d never had a man do it so deliberately. She was going to die of pleasure, right in this bed, and knew that Pierce had planned it that way. She was in his thrall and didn’t
