STRIKER

 

 

 

She was still staring at the ceiling, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in and let her feel the lightest caress of my lips on her exposed flat tummy. Her muscles contracted against the touch. 

“Really? None?”

She shook her head. Okay. Challenge accepted. 

I swept my tongue onto the belly button. Her body moved, her eyes squeezed shut, and her toes curled. 

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I said as I teased the tip of my tongue on her belly button in a sensual dance that made her pussy wet, and I could see behind the black negligee that her nipples puckered and...