Kisses

She set him another task, still testing his willingness to obey and respect, to prove himself worthy of her, to allow him to move a little closer. Kiss me but not below the waist, prove you want me and show me how much. A tough challenge, but one he was willing to rise to, he thought.

Sitting beside her, he asked her to turn and face away, to lift her hair and offer him her neck, his lips tracing the fine hair, tickling and teasing, into the welcoming hollow, the tendons begging for his caress, as her head bend forward, soft lips slowly moving up, then down, his tongue sliding across her skin, lips softly sucking, teeth scraping leaving little marks in their path, up and down, again and again, head tilting to the side offering the soft skin under her ear,
openig herself to his touch, to the feel of his mouth, the trace of his tongue, the suction becoming harder as he takes her skin in, sucking it deeper, to nibble, waiting for monns or sighs, waiting for her next hint. He moves on up around the back of her ear, little butterfly kisses, then tongue following the line of her ear, circling in as her head moved to accept his touch,then turn to offer the other side, needing him to lick and touch and kiss, tracing little circles, deeper pressure, skin between teeth, the line so close, so enticing, knowing he must move on, as she turn and offers her face to him, eyes closed, hands clenching in exquisite pleasure, the tip of his tongue moving slowly over her forehead, down and around her eyes, tickling her eyelashes, please, down across her cheeks, finding her lips, sliding over her upper lip and around and taken the lower into his mouth to suck and open her, to enter, to toy to swirl and and suck and taste, to pull after as her leaves her open, wanting soft gasps and tiny moans, before moving down to the neck, under the chin, pushing it up to leave her oh so vulnerable, baby kisses soft and sweet, trace down as he opens her blouse, pushing it down her arms and begins to suckle her breasts, her nipples growing harder and harder in his mouth, between his teeth as he moves from one to the other, each pulled, each sucked, each nibbled, each reaching, begging for more, the air across them making them crinkle even more, the wetness glistening in the soft candlelight, as he moves down , knowing he is not to go below but tasting her smooth skin, tongue and lips working together , learning her, learning what pleases, hoping he is worthy, turning her to trace up her spine,his tongue, his teeth leaving little marks, fading slowly in his passage, the line of her shoulder blades, returning to her neck , turning her once again to ravish her mouth, needing her, wanting her, her hard nipples pressing into him, her smooth thighs heating his, long slow deep kisses, tongues dueling and teeth clashing as lips press tight together, moans mingling with moans, tasting each other, before parting and whispering goodbyes.

Has he passed the test? He can only wait and wonder, hoping for her call, knowing it may never come, thinking of what he will have lost, what could be, or what could have been. Knowing she needs time to heal, offering to help, willing to wait.