Searching for Perfect (Searching For #2)(52)
Author: Jennifer Probst

And she loved it.

“You deserve multiple orgasms every day, sweetheart. The female body is designed for pleasure in a way the male can never attain.” As he spoke, he ran his palm down her belly, across her quivering thighs, to her calves. He paused to pluck at the silver chain still clasped around her ankle, linking his fingers in a loose circle and bending her leg by the knee. “So many erogenous zones men ignore in the quest for the almighty orgasm. It should be a crime to miss out on such foreplay. Each step leads to a more intense explosion and release.”

He hadn’t even touched her, and she was already panting for breath. Her nipples stabbed against the lace of her demicup and demanded to be sucked. He was like a witch doctor for sex.

She allowed her legs to bend open, hoping for some early action, but he brought both hands to her foot and took a firm hold. “Take a woman’s foot. There are certain pressure points that stimulate sexual arousal.” Using his thumbs, he pressed, rubbed, and rotated over the sensitive soles, keeping the pressure just firm enough not to slip into being ticklish. Bending his head, he nibbled on her toes, his tongue coming out to lash the tender skin until a moan spilled from her lips. So good. How had she never known a foot massage could make her so hot? She’d always thought them to be relaxing, like at a spa, but now tingles shot up her legs straight to her pussy. “Do you like that?” His voice was husky with demand. “I need you to tell me what you do and don’t like.”

“Yes. I like that.”

“Good.” He continued for a while, until her muscles gave out and she sunk deep into the mattress. He slowly released her foot, ripped off his T-shirt and boxers, and stood before her naked.

Oh, my.

“Umm, Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re very . . . well endowed.”

He grinned. A totally masculine, seductive, “curl your toes and surrender now” kind of grin. “The more to pleasure you with, my dear.”

“Or kill me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re ready first.” His eyes gleamed. “Three orgasms beforehand should do it.”

“Wh-wh-what?”

“Shush. I’m busy.” He pulled her legs apart and crawled on the bed between them. Kennedy sighed with pleasure, ready to be ravished, but he bent his head and began nibbling around her knee.

“Umm, a bit higher, please.”

One sharp nip on the backside shut her right up. A hot flash sizzled across her skin. “Another zone sorely neglected. The back of the knee, and of course, the inner thigh. Let’s see which spot you prefer, shall we?”

Kennedy gasped as his fingers played and stroked her inner flesh, while his mouth licked and scraped sharp teeth down the plump curve right before her ass. Her clit throbbed madly for pressure, and little sparks of fire bumped across her body, firmly connected to every motion of his tongue and fingers.

“Hmm, interesting, you seem to favor your right side. I’ll have to remember that.”

If he had access to his pocket protector, would he whip out his pencil and pad and make notes? And how was that the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced in her life?

“Nate, please, I need—”

“Moving on and up. The mons.” He pressed his nose against her mound and breathed in deep. Her hips shot up and begged for more, and arousal leaked through the flimsy lace. She waxed regularly, and the feel of his stubble against her smooth, swollen center made her fist her hands in the sheets and almost beg for mercy. Almost. He wasn’t even halfway done with her body and he’d turned her on more than full-out sex ever had. “You smell so fucking good. Spice and musk and honey all at once.” He divested her of the soaking lace in one graceful swoop, and then lowered his head again. “I love you bare here, it gives me full access to every delicious part of your anatomy.” He nuzzled and stroked but never got to the most sensitive, critical parts that screamed for attention. “Caressing you here gives your body the signal to demand more, which increases your fluid, ah, like that. You’re so beautifully wet and swollen.”

His educational litany on the female body drove her crazy with lust. Seems temper and arousal elicited his use of curse words, another secret part of her lover she adored discovering. “Ah, God, can we get on with it?”

He made a clucking noise against her mons, which almost shuddered a mini half orgasm through her. Almost. “Of course, we’ll get back to the most important parts.” He dipped his tongue into her belly button and nibbled. His hands coasted behind and unsnapped her bra with one hand. Her breasts fell free from their restriction, and cool air rushed over her hard nipples. She twisted to get closer, aching to get his tongue on her and have him suck. He spread butterfly kisses over her cleavage and rubbed his stubble over her breasts. “The breasts are usually the first part a man goes to, but there’s so much more than just the nipples. Take the areolas. Yours are gorgeously dark and dusty and puckered. If I scrape my teeth slowly around, like this, and avoid your nipple, how does that feel?”

She groaned, trapped between heaven and hell and a looming orgasm. “Hurts a little, but so good. More.”

He obeyed, treating the other breast to full treatment. Studiously avoiding contact with his tongue, he used his teeth to pull and elongate her nipple while his other hand plumped and stroked. She drowned in the sensation of being the subject of his study and wondered if she’d die before he even slipped inside her. “So beautiful, and responsive. I want to spend hours sucking and licking your breasts until I make you come without anything else. But we don’t have time for that now.”

Kennedy whimpered. She tried to wriggle her legs to rub against his thigh for some relief, but he pinned her open without giving her what she wanted. “Ah, the nipples. I’ve dreamed of yours for so long, imagined their color and texture, but this puts my fantasies to shame.” He plucked and ran one thumb over the aching tip. She jumped and his gaze narrowed in lust and satisfaction. “Perfect. Deep red like a ripe cherry. Will you taste tart or sweet? Some men use clamps to restrict the blood flow and make them more sensitive, but a few careful pinches and enough foreplay will do that without the jewelry. Let me demonstrate.”

Oh, he did. His tongue swirled and licked, while he pinched with just enough pressure to keep her on the fine line of exquisite pain and pleasure. She was reduced to grunts and moans for more, until he bestowed mercy and moved a bit higher.