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  “That’s right,” I murmured, placing a soft, open mouthed kiss just where her thigh met her body. “Open for me, Gwendolyn. Let yourself relax—I will never hurt you.”

  “Laish…” she whispered and reached out to stroke my cheek as I started on her other thigh. I nuzzled against her hand, kissing her palm tenderly. Gods, she was so lovely—so delicate. I could think of no place in any realm I would rather be than here on my knees before her, servicing her with my tongue.

  Finally, after kissing and licking her inner thighs for some time, I felt she was ready. She was shifting around on the couch impatiently and her pussy was so wet I could see the ripe berry of her clit clearly begging for attention. I knew how sensitive she was there—too sensitive for direct contact with something as crude and rough as a hand or finger. But lips and tongue are always softer—I thought she could bear my oral attentions to her more delicate areas quite well.

  “I’m going to kiss you now, Gwendolyn—really kiss you,” I told her softly. “Look at me. Watch me kiss your sweet little clit.”

  “Laish…” I loved the way she breathed my name…the way her eyes followed me as I leaned in again and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her throbbing clit through the thin panties.

  I prolonged the kiss as long as I could, not really licking—just pressing the flat of my tongue to her sensitive little nub.

  Gwendolyn gasped and her eyes widened. I knew she was feeling the heat of my mouth, knew that every nerve in her body was alight as I kissed her so gently. And Gods, she tasted so damn good. Salty and sweet and completely feminine. How I longed to push the little scrap of fabric to one side and really lick her—to lap her sweet cunt until her honey flowed for me, until she moaned and gasped and called my name and came all over my face.

  But slowly—I had to take things slowly, I reminded myself. I ended the kiss and drew back to look up at her.

  “How does it feel, mon ange?” I murmured, catching her eyes.

  “Good,” she admitted in a low voice. “Probably better than it should.”

  “We are committing a sin,” I reminded her, trying not to laugh. “So I suppose that is a given.”

  “I guess so.” She bit her lush lover lip. “When, uh, when do you think the barrier will break?”

  “I think that in order to pay the tax I will need to kiss you much more deeply…without your panties in the way,” I told her candidly.

  “More deeply?” Her breathing was shallower now and her eyes were wide and uncertain. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I need to put my tongue deep in your pussy and lick your naked, open cunt until your honey flows for me. Until you come,” I growled.

  I watched her face to see how my words affected her. I knew that saying them—describing exactly what I wanted to do to her—made my shaft hard enough to fuck through solid stone. But I wanted to be certain I hadn’t gone too far—said more than she wanted to hear.

  “Laish!” she protested again but to my intense pleasure I saw no lessening of her desire. In fact, her breathing became even faster—she was almost panting now—and her scent intensified. Oh yes, my little witch liked it when I talked dirty to her—liked it a lot.

  “Will you let me, Gwendolyn?” I asked, stroking her inner thighs gently with my fingers. “Will you strip away these little panties and bare your pussy completely for me?”

  “I…I shouldn’t want to,” she whispered.

  “But you do.” I looked at her intently. “You want to open yourself and let me tease your clit with my tongue until you come all over my face.”

  “Goddess, when you talk like that…” She shook her head, clearly unable to go on.

  “I’m only telling you what I want to do, Gwendolyn,” I murmured. “Only describing exactly how I want to taste your sweet, ripe pussy.”

  “Laish…” Her voice trembled and her eyes were uncertain.

  “Take off your panties,” I ordered softly. I could have done it myself, could have slipped the little scrap of white lace off or simply torn it away with a single twist of my fist. But I wanted Gwendolyn to do it—wanted her to make a conscious decision to bare herself for me—to open herself completely.

  For a moment I thought she wouldn’t do it. Her green eyes were huge and fearful and she bit her lip until I almost expected to see blood flow. But then, slowly, she lifted her hips and slid the panties down. I helped her slip them off her ankles and then brought the little wisp of damp fabric to my face. I inhaled deeply. Gods, she smelled good! I wanted her scent all over my face—all over my cheeks and mouth and chin. I wanted to bathe in it as she rode my tongue.

  I felt my shaft surge against the black silk sleep trousers I wore at the thought, but I ignored it. Gwendolyn’s pleasure was all I was interested in right now. I wanted to make my little witch come and I wanted to hear her moan my name when she did.

  * * * * *

  Gwendolyn

  Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing this—that I was taking off my panties and opening my legs to Laish. Wasn’t this what I’d sworn would never happen? What I’d sworn I would never do? Well, technically I’d only sworn I would never let him make love to me—this particular possibility hadn’t really entered my mind.

  Not that I didn’t talk about it with friends. Taylor and Addison both admitted that their men were pretty partial to this act. But I’d never allowed myself to imagine me on the receiving end of it. Now that I was bare from the waist down with Laish’s broad shoulders splitting my thighs wide open, though, I found I was imagining it pretty easily.

  He was on his knees, looking up at me, his eyes half-lidded and burning with lust and his lips already shiny from my juices, though he’d only kissed me through my panties as yet. Goddess, it was so embarrassing to realize how wet I’d gotten just from letting him do that! But the feel of his warm mouth on me, even through the panties, had just about sent my system into overdrive. And then there was the way he kept talking dirty. How did he know I liked that so much?

  Shouldn’t like it, whispered a judgmental little voice in the back of my brain. It’s wrong…bad.

  I pushed the little voice away. We had to pay the Sin Tax and Laish didn’t seem to think the barrier to the next circle would be broken until I came. So I needed to just relax and let this happen—I could worry about the consequences later.

  “Mon ange,” he murmured, nuzzling my inner thighs gently. I could feel the scratch of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh, sending shivers of fear and anticipation up my spine. It was hard to believe he wanted to do this so badly, but the way he was looking at me with such intense hunger in his eyes made it clear he did.

  “Laish,” I replied, wondering what to do. Should I just sit here, as I had before? Although to be honest, it had gotten pretty hard to sit still near the end there, when I could feel his tongue pressing against my clit right through the panties.

  Laish seemed to sense my nervousness.

  “Relax, Gwendolyn,” he said softly. “I’m just going to kiss your outer lips at first. And I promise I will be very, very gentle when I come to your clit.”

  His words reassured me, as I’m sure he knew they would. He knew me by now—knew my body better than anyone else but me. I was sure he would be able to touch me in just the right away. I felt confident I could relax and let him taste me.

  But knowing something and actually doing it are two different things. I was tight as a wire when Laish finally leaned in again and I felt his hot breath against my open pussy. I tensed up, almost without knowing it, but he released some of my tensing by placing a soft, tender kiss on the right side of my pussy. Then the left side…then the right again.

  I was just beginning to really relax when he licked instead of kissing. He opened his mouth and sucked gently at the left side of my pussy, giving my outer folds a soft, sucking kiss.

  I couldn’t hold back a moan as he did it to the other side as well. Goddess, it felt so good but was he ever going to get to my clit? I cou