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Slowly, lovingly, he moves upward, kissing and nipping and running his tongue up her right leg to her thigh.
Leigh is trembling, unsure if it is from embarrassment or rage at her inability to act. "Please, Anthony. Don't do this. I can't handle it. I can't.
"Trust me, Leigh. You'll enjoy it, if you let yourself," Anthony says, licking the inside of her thigh, watching her reaction. "Lose yourself in the sensations. Give in, just this once. Don't do it for me, darling, do it for yourself." He continues up from her thigh, kissing and tonguing her belly, touching her, fingertips swirling lightly and enticing already heightened nerve endings.
Leigh clenches her teeth and sinks back into the pillows. She stiffens her body. "If you think I'm going to enjoy you taking advantage of me against my will, you're wrong," she coldly states.
"We'll see," Anthony says muffled, his mouth planted firmly on the sweet spot between her breasts. He starts to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing, and then pinching and pulling her nipples. He raises first one, then the other, up to his eager mouth, sucking greedily, watching her face. He then licks each pink bud as if it were a precious delicacy, to be savored slowly.
In spite of herself, Leigh begins to feel unwanted warmth invade her body. Her nipples tingle and harden, calling for his lips. He works his mouth up to her neck, kissing hungrily, while his strong fingers attend to her now achingly sensitive breasts. He finds that "treasure spot" on her neck, bites gently, and shivers run down Leigh's spine. A low moan escapes her mouth, unbidden, and she can feel moisture beginning to well between her legs. Her stiffness fades, her body betraying her as it responds to his touch.
Anthony reverses his course, taking his time, kissing and licking his way back down, down to her now thoroughly dripping sex. He stops for a moment, again looking her in the eyes while a slight smile plays over his lips. Then he gently spreads her legs and lowers his head.
The first flick of his tongue sends shock waves throughout her body. All ideas of resistance disappear. The next few delightful tongue strokes leave her gasping. Anthony clenches her ass in one hand, the other reaches down to spread the swollen lips of her vagina, gaining better access to her now erect clit. Leigh closes her eyes and moans again, louder, as Anthony's tongue dances over her most secret place. "You taste so good, baby," he whispers between energetic licks, "like wild honey." She arches her back, straining against the handcuffs. Her hips undulate, forcing her mound against his face, again, again, again. Anthony's tongue alternates between teasing her little button and sliding deep into her sopping groove. Suddenly, he sucks hard on her clit, and she feels the graze of his teeth, so delicately, and her whole body quakes.
Leigh opens her eyes and looks up at the ceiling mirror. Framed like a surreal portrait in shimmering candlelight, the sight of Anthony enthusiastically going down on her arouses her beyond belief, beyond all rationality. Panting, closing her eyes tight to concentrate on the fire rolling between her legs, a noise starts deep in Leigh's throat, escalating in intensity and pitch as Anthony increases the pressure and speed of his tongue.
And then, without warning, Anthony stops and looks up at her, smiling wide, chin glistening with her fluids.
"Oh God," Leigh wails. "Oh, God, Anthony, don't, d-don't stop now! Please, oh please, p-please, pleaseeeeee!" she begs, eyes filling with tears of frustration.
Smiling and saying nothing, Anthony moves off the bed.