Taking his Risk (Year of the Billionaire Part 2) Read Free Page A

he had commanded me to masturbate myself to orgasm as he watched. I had let him into a secret place and the whole experience had overwhelmed me. It was only the beginning.
    Tristan lingered at my breasts. I didn't know if it was because I couldn't see him or if he was exaggerating the sound, but he slurped at them noisily and made sounds as if he was devouring a delicious meal. He sucked on one while he twisted the other. When he pulled his mouth away he kept sucking until my nipple left his mouth with an audible pop. Before he left my chest he took each breast in turn and, holding on with one hand, he slapped with the other. The sting and the sound combined in an exquisite combination of sensory overload. My nipples contracted in tiny angry fists and he flicked them each once with his tongue as he headed south.
    When he came to my navel, he poked his tongue deep into me. It was an odd sensation. He made his tongue rigid enough to trigger that feeling of attachment inside. I squirmed a little, I've never really liked having my belly button poked. He laughed and buzzed into me again. I tried to turn my waist so he'd move away.
    "Ah . . . a weak spot. We'll save that for later," he chuckled. Then he blew a big raspberry onto my belly until I laughed hard. I was beginning to see that sex with Tristan could take many forms. He could blend the serious, the dominant, the gentle, and even the funny aspects of passion all in one compelling package.
    He skipped over my pussy on his way to my legs, as I thought he would. Before that part of me got any attention, he seemed determined to explore every other square inch of me. He nibbled at my inner thighs, alternating kisses, sucking and nipping bites to the tender flesh. I couldn't help but grab a handful of his hair and try to nudge him up toward my sex.
    Pushing my hand away from him, he said, "I think you're not quite ready yet. We have so much territory to cover."
    His mouth found the back of my knees and I moaned with the pleasure of his attention on them. The blindfold kept me guessing as he repositioned himself. Then I felt him place each of my calves across his thighs. He was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed.
    He began a slow foot massage on one of my feet. Rolling both of his thumbs against my instep and up over the ball of my foot gave me a wonderful feeling. When he pulled my foot closer to his face, I could feel his breath close to my toes. Suddenly, I felt his tongue snake between my big toe and my second toe. I didn't know what to feel! He moved to the space between the second and third. God it felt divine. I never realized how sensitive my foot was. I didn't want to groan. Something in me was saying "No, no. That's kinky stuff, weirdness. You should not enjoy this so much." But I did enjoy it. A lot.
    "Oh dear God, Tristan. That feels so, so good." Maybe it was better that I didn't see his mouth on my foot, maybe it was easier to let him do these things when I couldn’t see.
    Tristan just murmured and ran his tongue down my instep before he took the other one up for its share of attention.  B y the time he was done with my feet, I was writhing against the mattress ready to yank the man up between my legs by his ears.
    I felt him shift again as his legs went out behind him and he kissed his way back up my legs. His broad shoulders burrowed under my thighs as he began to nuzzle around my pussy. I could feel how swollen I was. The petal folds were plump with arousal and my clit was quivering, engorged, needy. Tristan kissed into the place just where my body meets my leg. He took his mouth and pressured the skin just next to the lips. Then he took the lips in turn and kissed and sucked on them, too.
    I was dying to have him take my clit in his mouth. I was so turned on by this time that I was sure it would be a matter of 1, 2, 3 and I'd be blasting off into a sonic boom of an orgasm. But he just kept working the edges, swelling the swollen even more. Occasionally,