Episode 48: Rich Taste
Sugar’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Of only my feet?”
“Of every inch of you, darlin’,” he said. “And I’ll start with these adorable toes I love suckin’ on.”
The sound of a snapshot filled the air.
Miles leaned onto the bed and kissed her toes, then drew her big toe into his mouth, suckling for a few moments. An airy sigh of pleasure slipped from Sugar’s lips. Then the sheet slid up her legs, stopping just above her knees.
“You’ve got legs for days, sweetheart. I love starin’ at ‘em, touchin’ ‘em, and bein’ in between ‘em,” Miles said with a low chuckle as he climbed onto the bed and took another photo.
Then he widened her legs, making the bedsheet ride up a little further. He licked a slow trail along the side of her left calf, up to her knee, and his head began disappearing under the covers as he pressed savoring kisses around her kneecap.
Sugar squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, her skin erupting with tingling heat like wildfire.
“And these thighs,” he murmured, followed by a low wolfish whistle.
She bit her bottom lip to stifle a smile as he wedged his bare shoulders between her legs, the sheet now resting just above her panties.
“They’re so damn thick and soft…”
Another snapshot.
He leaned in and kissed her panty-covered pussy. Right on her throbbing clit. Then he lapped the spot through the fabric, drawing a moan from deep within Sugar’s throat.
“So sweet and pink,” he said against her, voice thick and husky. “Mind if I have a taste?”
“Just a small one,” she whispered, breathless.
Miles chuckled and pushed her panties aside, wasting no time. His tongue explored her, dipping between her lips. He gave her a long lick from bottom to top, then swirled around her clit, pampering it with slow, lazy flicks.
Sugar arched her back, head thrown against the pillows, moaning louder now.
Then more appreciatively, he licked again, then teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue in tight, deliberate circles before trailing back to her clit. He lapped at the underside of the swollen bud before drawing it into his mouth and suckling with a careful rhythm that made her come undone.
And then, he stopped.
A frustrated need for him flooded through her veins.
He kissed her clit as if to bid it farewell.
“Why did you stop?” she panted, pulling the sheet off her head and gazing down at him.
“You only permitted me a teeny-tiny taste,” he said, his warm breath brushing against her clit. “Plus, I need to finish gatherin’ my evidence…unless you wanna try somethin’ that kills two birds with one stone.”
Sugar raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath. “And what’s that exactly?”
“I’ll eat your sweet pussy like it’s my last supper, and you can record it.”
Her eyes widened, a shocked laugh bursting from her lips. But the look in Miles’s eyes told her he wasn’t joking.
And just like that, the laughter died in her throat. She suddenly felt exposed again. Her mind raced with options.
Options that evaporated as he kissed her inner thigh again, his tongue teasing her skin.
In the end, she asked herself, What the hell do I have to lose?
“Okay,” she whispered.
He laid her phone on her belly and tilted her thigh open with one hand as he lowered his mouth again.
Sugar grabbed her phone and switched the camera mode to video. The flashing red dot blinked in the screen’s corner, capturing the moment as it unfolded.
Miles fulfilled his promise, and she immediately felt all the benefits. His tongue, his mouth, his skill. Her fingers trembled to keep the phone steady. He slid a hand under the sheet to tug down one of her bra cups, toying with her nipple while his mouth worshipped her clit.
Sugar’s body burned.
Her belly tightened.
Her hips rocked up to grind into his face.
“Oh, fuck,” Sugar whined needily when he blew cool air onto her swollen, needy clit. Though the phone blocked her face, Miles gazed up at her as if nothing else existed between them. As if Sugar was the only thing he could see.
He tugged her clit gently between his teeth and slid two thick fingers inside her, thrusting deep, slow, curling his fingers as he rubbed against a secret spot inside of her over and over again that made her feel divine, sublime, glorious.
Sugar’s brain short-circuited. Her breath vanished.
She came hard with a scream, her body trembling violently. Her back bowed off the bed. When it was over, her fingers loosened their hold on the phone.
Miles plucked it from her hand, licking his lips. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous when you cum for me, Sugar.”
After a few clicks, he lifted the phone again and aimed it at her, capturing her in her aftermath. “You sound so goddamn sweet when you do, too.”
He pushed the sheet up to reveal her belly button and dipped his tongue into it after circling its edge. She arched and groaned, biting her bottom lip.
Another photo snapped.
Miles kissed his way up her torso and nuzzled between her breasts like he was trying to build a home there. Sugar ran her fingers through his hair, sighing as he lazily licked her nipple.
“Mm. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands,” Miles said. “I can’t deny I love squeezin’ ‘em, playin’ with ‘em. Tasting your sweet nipples is just the cherry on top.”
Click.
He reached her face last.
“You’ve got soft, plump lips and a sweet tongue,” Miles murmured, hovering above her. He captured her lips again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
When he finally pulled back, she whimpered.
He chuckled, planting kisses on both her cheeks.
“I love the dimples in your cheeks when you smile,” he said, then kissed her nose. “And I love your button nose.”
“And those big gooey chocolate brown eyes of yours slay me every damn time you look at me,” Miles added, brushing soft kisses over her eyelids. When she opened them, she found his face hovering above hers.
His words made her feel perfect in every way, even though she had a running tally of all her flaws. Flaws she never let herself forget.
“You satisfied with your little photoshoot?” she asked teasingly.
“Not quite,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I’ve got one more thing to capture.”
In one fluid movement, he flipped her onto her belly.
“There we go,” he said, sounding pleased as he took a picture of her ass.
Sugar shook her head, laughing until the sound melted into a moan when he kissed her nape and sank his teeth in for a love bite.
