“He presses his lips against my big toe and then grazes the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulses. His tongue glides up my instep and his teeth skim my heel and up to my ankle. He trails kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses. I wiggle beneath him.” (from Fifty Shades Freed, E. L. James)
There’s not a part of me that doesn’t tingle in anticipation as I close my eyes and savor the path of his kisses. The waves of the Caribbean softly fondle the sands beneath my chaise and the distant melodies of the resort’s steel drum band echo faintly in my head. A velvety breeze caresses my body.
Ever so gently the air flutters across my neck, just beneath my right earlobe and I feel the slightest of nips …