Beautiful perfection

“Show me where else.” He licks his lips again. Memories of his lips on me flood to my mind and I can feel his arousal pulsating through our bond. I wonder if Zander can feel it too? I trail a finger up the back of each thigh. He lifts my legs higher in his hands so he can lean under to pepper soft pecks all the way up each leg. When he reaches the very top he stops and his tongue traces intricate swirling paths over my delicate skin.

“Stop Christian, that tickles.” I laugh as I try to push his head away. He looks at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling, his mischievous smirk hidden against my rapidly dampening flesh. He lifts my legs higher still and tips me onto my back.

“Show me where else you are sore my love.” He remains kneeling but towers above me, my legs draped over his shoulders, my heels brush against his back. My face burns and the thought of where I should point next. To say I am embarrassed is an understatement. Christian takes hold of my wrist and places my hand at th