Slippery fabric slithers around my supine body as I look up into Victor’s emerald eyes. A glimmer of something flashes through them as if the fire threatening to burn me is in him, too. His mouth doesn’t move, but I hear a husky version of his voice say, “Lily.” He sighs, and hot breath on my breasts makes me realize I’m not wearing a bra. I’m glad when his tongue swirls around my nipple, making me arch up with a soft moan. Thick hair slides between my fingers as I hold Victor’s head and push gently for him to move lower. A chuckle rumbles from him, and he whispers, “All in good time, precious.” Precious? The term of endearment makes me smile and allow him to do as he wishes. My climax is building slowly, and I’m afraid I won’t last long for him. But I know it won’t matter, because he’ll bring me to the peak numerous times. When Victor finally reaches my mound, his tongue merely lashes out before I shatter.
