Chapter 3: Rising Action
James's tongue danced in between Samantha's toes, each stroke eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. He made love to each toe, softly sucking and teasing with his tongue, leaving her feet a puddle of sensitivity.
"Oh, fuck," she choked out, toes curling with pleasure. "That feels so fucking good."
Her legs trembled, twitched uncontrollably, as he brought his gifted touch to the soles of her feet.
With every stroke of his tongue from heel to toes, wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her, igniting all her senses.
"Jesus, James! You're gonna drive me crazy," she managed to say, her voice trembling, as much from the pleasure she felt as from the restraint it required of her to not jump him right away.
In a swift motion, James positioned himself in between her legs, spreading them wider. He dipped his head, claiming her mouth while his hands slid upwards, caressing her inner thighs.
His touch was warm, tantalizing and a whimper escaped her lips as his fingers danced closer and closer to her pussy. She could feel the warm, wet proof of her arousal on her thighs, and she knew he could feel it too.
"Please, James," she begged, breaking the kiss, her voice was thick with need.
He smirked and dipped a finger inside her, slowly at first, teasing her, before speeding up, matching the tempo of her pounding heart.
"Oh, fuck, James," she whimpered, throwing her head back, lost in the sensation. He hooked his finger, finding that spot that never failed to drive her crazy.
"Yes, right there, James!" she shouted, hips bucking up, meeting every thrust with a desperate need. Her eyes squeezed shut as she chased her release.
Her toes curled in pleasure as James dragged his lips down her neck. His breath was hot and heavy in her ear as he whispered filthy promises, driving her closer and closer to the edge.