Her free leg trembled in his hold — her hidden desire to be worshipped by completely sucking her foot without; she gave in a soft moan that left her when he nipped the pad of her toe with his teeth.
He repeated the process on her other foot, then kissed his way up the inside of her calf, the sensitive skin behind her knee, until he reached her inner thighs.
Here he took his time.
His mouth pressed hot, open kisses to the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thighs.
Phei's tongue dragged slow, wet lines that made her thighs quiver and twitch. He nipped — tender, teasing bites that sank into the meat of her thigh and left faint red crescents behind.
The skin there was thinner, hotter, more sensitive.
Every bite made her jolt and whimper, her thighs trying to close around his head before his hands forced them apart again.
His thumbs stroked soothing circles even as his mouth worked higher.
