Eliza gasped, pressing her hand to her mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure. She could feel his warm breath feathering her pubis as his tongue, which was as agile as his fingers, stroked and sucked her into a crescendo of shivering passion. She tensed her buttocks as the first glorious orgasm rippled through her, before Eliza punched her hips forward to be rewarded by an even fiercer suck which drew her to the heights of thrashing passion.
Emile next plunged his nose under the ruffles and furbelows and smelt her, lapping at her like a kitten. Twisting the lace between her legs, Eliza abandoned herself as she tugged it tightly into her most sensitive places and Emile’s tongue continued to bear down on clit and button.
When she’d satiated herself enough she jumped off the bed and, fetching the lengths of lace and buttons she had sewn together into a whip, she stood on the bed and struck Emile gently. First on his tender nipples and then his belly and cock before brushing his chest with her long lace sleeves and kissing her way up the tightly bound pole.
‘What do you think?’ she quavered, teasing a ribbon here and a bow there and showing Emile the little hole in the lace between her legs. Already she was hooking her finger into it to pull it up and out of her slit. ‘I’m afraid I must be harsh to provoke a cure, Emile.’ She leant back, offering Emile a wonderful, uninhibited view of her glossy triangle and engorged clit, which, momentarily free of button and lace, peeked at him cheekily. Eliza tugged first on one bow and the next, the skirt cunningly parting like a curtain either side of her sex.
Emile squirmed; he knew what she was about to do as the first piece of twisted satin bow caressed his encased cock and then his tip grazed the tantalizing lace hole. Eliza kissed him, kissed him like she’d imagined kissing him, and Emile surrendered, allowing her to chase his tongue and touch his mouth all over. Holding the edges of the skirt apart and drawing them closed just enough they were a soft embrace on his belly and balls, she slowly lowered herself towards the object of her desires.
‘It’s so tight,’ Emile whined, as his tip insinuated itself into the lace hole and he touched the fringes of her womanhood. Eliza was stroking the pole with her satin and lace frills as she gently bobbed up and down, building some friction. As she came down harder she heard the lace tear a little and a dirty smile curved her lips. Emile’s cock was so bold it was bound to force an entry, and how wonderful it felt. She clenched her thigh muscles around the juicy invader, enjoying the slip and slide of the wet nub followed by the abrasive rub of the ribbon.
Eliza slid her finger under the lace and button, forcing her sex lips closer to his moving cock by doing so. The sensation was delightful. Emile, however, was not about to be outdone and, suddenly, he punched his hips up with as much force as he could muster. This had the effect of tearing the lace and his entire length impaled Eliza, who froze in mid-thrust, a look of rapture on her face. Such an entry could have been considered a little painful if it was also not so incredibly satisfying. Panting like a dog, Emile pistoned up as Eliza bore down.
Eventually, Eliza sank down onto the warm cushion of his balls with a gasp, her body vibrating and convulsing as she leant forward, and Emile, with a cry like a wounded animal, at long last erupted. The warm rush was incredible, and as Eliza kissed him once more and loosened the ribbon and stockings she was still suffering aftershocks.
‘Now, what’s to be done? Because I think I can safely say you’re liberated, Emile.’
Emile held her close against his fevered skin, stroking her hair and kissing her wet lips. ‘Eliza, I can assure you I’ll need many more pinches of your spice and a sufficient number of experiments to effect a total cure.’ Pushing up her skirts, he smoothed his hands over her warm flesh, sliding his finger under her lace harness. ‘Yes, it’ll require a little bit of this and a little bit of that to be sure I’m cured once and for all.’
And he kissed her again.
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