Chapter 16

The remains of lunch sat on the table in the living room of the suite. Now Kari lay on the bed, her wrists bound and fastened to the headboard, legs spread wide. Her pussy throbbed with incredible hunger, astonishing after the last orgasm she'd had. But there it was, grasping at every nerve in her body, arousing every erogenous zone. No man had ever made her feel like this. Ever. Not once in her life. No wonder she so willingly gave control of it to him.

Riley knelt between her widespread legs, the remainder of the bottle of wine in his hands. He tipped it downward to dribble the liquid over her nipples, then took long, slow pulls to lap it up. The wine was cool, his mouth hot, and the contracts in sensation made her nipples pulsate. Streaks of sensation raced from the pebbled buds to heat her breasts, aching for his touch.

His tongue, like rough velvet, flicked back and forth over one nipple at a time, making sure he captured each spicy drop. Each time he tilted the bottle again, he dribbled just enough to wet the area all around the aureole and resume the torture with his mouth.

When he drew a line with tiny drips from the valley between her breasts to her navel she squealed at the bite of the still-chilly golden liquid. His tongue followed the trail, dipping into her navel and swirling the tip around and around.

Lifting his head, his eyes dark with carnal need, he told, "The wine can hardly improve on the perfect flavor of your skin, but it sure tastes better than sipping it from a glass."

Then he bent to his task again, moving slowly closer to the place she wanted to feel him. She widened her legs even more and hitched her hips, her pussy a hair's breadth from his lips. Guttural sounds vibrated in her throat as she twisted back and forth.

Riley's chuckle against the curls of her mound, was sensual. "I love a woman who appreciates the fine uses of wine. Tell me what you want, darlin', and you'll get it." When she didn't answer he commanded, "Tell me, Kari. Right now."

She could hardly catch her breath as he drew circles with his tongue just above her clit. "I want...you to do what...you did last night."

"Last night?" He nipped tender flesh. "I did a lot of things last night. Tell me which one you want." He bit down a little more forcefully. "Now, Kari, or I won't do it."

"That...thing you did with the beer. Do it with the wine."

The chuckle again, filled with dark meaning. "You want me to drink the wine form your pussy? Is that it?"

She nodded, unable to say more, impaled on the spike of her own need.

"Say pour the wine in my cunt. Say it, darlin'."

"Pour...the wine in my...cunt." She tried to spread her legs even wider, bending them plant her feet on the bed. A coil of hunger unwound from her womb and her pussy ached with emptiness.

"I am to please." He gave her clit one little flick with his tongue, then lifted her legs and settled them over his shoulders.

She was wide open to him now, her vagina angled for his sensual assault. Opening the lips of her pussy like petals on a flower, he pushed the neck of the bottle in only far enough to let the liquid flow directly into her hot channel. Little squeaks of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she felt the liquid filling her.

Then his mouth was there, sucking the liquid out, his tongue curling inside to capture every stray drop. She felt her own liquid mingle with the wine and heard Riley's moans of approval. Again he tilted the bottle, filling her sheath, and again his mouth and tongue went to work, licking and sucking, tormenting her as the tip scraped against her sensitive inner walls.

She could feel the orgasm building inside her again, pulses throbbing, breasts aching, cunt begging for release. So close, God, she was so close. She strained to reach the elusive precipice, every muscle in her body tense as Riley's wickedly clever tongue pushed her higher and higher.

When he suddenly stopped she wanted to scream.

"Nooo," she wailed. "More, Riley. Please."

He moved up her body to nibble at her lips, then plunge his tongue into her mouth in a carnal kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the flavor mingled with the wine and her pussy quivered even more.

"I have something even better, darlin'."

Reaching up he adjusted her bindings so he cloud flip her over onto her stomach. He pulled two pillows over and slid them beneath her stomach, lifting her ass high in the air. She felt the shift of the mattress as he backed away, but in a moment he was back and she felt silken manacles around each ankle. She was spread out like a banquet, unable to do anything but lie there and wait for what came next. More liquid dripped from her as her body shook with anticipation.

"Beautiful," he breathed, when each ankle was fastened to a bedpost. "God, Kari. My dick is so hard right now I could drive nails with it." He moved to the side of the bed, kneeling and placing his cock against her lips. "Look at it, darlin'. Taste it."

Her eyes widened as she saw how swollen it was, the head flushed a dark plum color, precum seeping from the slit.

"Lick it, Kari. Right now."

She opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out to lick the flat head, then took it into her mouth, still teasing at it with her tongue.

Riley hissed a long breath and backed away. "Enough. Your mouth could drive a devil mad."