BBT Chapter 2: Shedding Layers, Revealing Hearts
Iluzhah slid onto my lap with the slow confidence of a woman who knew exactly what her body did to mine. Her left breast slipped free from her top, soft and perfect, rising with her breath as she began grinding against me with the rhythm of an expert rider.
But even with her breast inches from my lips, I could barely look away from her eyes—those diamond-cut baguettes that trapped every thought I had.
She cupped that freed breast with a teasing smirk.
“This one,” she said, flicking her tongue across her nipple, “belongs to me.”
The way she teased herself—slow, lazy circles with the tip of her tongue—made her nipple stand tall in seconds. I didn’t know whether to keep watching her lick herself or drown in her gaze. Either way, I was losing.
She leaned in and kissed me—slow first, then deep enough to knock the soul out of my chest.
“Mmm,” she whispered against my lips, “you taste like you’ve been waiting for this.”
Before I could answer, she released the other breast, giving it the same decadent treatment. Both nipples stood sharp enough to carve initials into glass.
“Are you going to join me,” she murmured, “or just watch me like your favorite late-night sitcom?”
“I’m trying to figure out which view is the blessing,” I said.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she chuckled, grinding harder, “they both are.”
Her skin glowed under the sunlight—oiled from her shower, warm, and impossibly smooth. When she shifted, her breasts bounced softly and then settled against my chest. Without breaking eye contact, she eased up off my lap and looked down at my unbelted pants.
“Well, well,” she said, arching a brow. “Someone came prepared.”
She dropped to her knees. Her breasts settled against each of my thighs as if perfectly molded for the role. Her oiled hands wrapped around me, and my entire body jolted. Under her touch, my shaft began to shine, each vein swelling as she stroked slowly—almost ceremonially.
“King,” she whispered, eyes drifting up my body, “I’m about to take the next step. And I need you to know…”
Her tongue escaped her mouth like a secret.
“…I’m very… very good at this.”
She traced every raised vein with the tip of her tongue—light, deliberate, savoring me like a sculptor studying marble. Then she began writing on me with her tongue, slow strokes like chalk on a blackboard.
When she finished, she looked up with a sexy grin.
“Tell me what I wrote. Your million-dollar question.”
“You spelled your name,” I breathed. “And you told me you love me.”
Her smile deepened. “Correct. And your prize…”
Her lips wrapped around me, warm and hungry.
“…is me.”
Her sucking changed everything. The air grew thicker. My thoughts scattered. Her voice—God, her voice—was already music over the phone, but hearing it while she pleasured me… it felt like stepping out of earbuds into a private concert.
My head tilted back. I drifted. For a moment it felt like I was hearing waves. Then… a scent—clean, sweet, intoxicating—pulled me back. I opened my eyes.
Iluzhah had one hand stroking me and the other between her legs, rubbing her clit with the same slow confidence she used on me.
“I told you,” she whispered, “clean eating has its benefits.”
Her arousal had a scent—light, sweet, almost floral—and it grew thicker in the air. She was everything I ever dreamed of, and the reality still felt unreal. Every one of my senses was being used against me:
Her face.
Her eyes.
Her breasts brushing my thighs.
Her voice chanting softly.
Her scent washing over me.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me—she always did. She could read my mind like the back of her mocha hand.
She stopped rubbing herself only long enough for the fragrance of her arousal to grow stronger—an invitation all on its own.
Then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed her finger to my lips, sliding it slowly into my mouth. The taste—sweet, warm, intimate—sent a shock through me.
“Good,” she whispered, “now you can taste what’s waiting for you.”
My erection throbbed, harder than I’d ever felt in my life. When she stood, her breasts slipped gently off my knees, bouncing softly before settling back in place. She guided me backwards onto the bed until I was flat and open beneath her.
Her breasts lowered over my face, warm and soft, her body pressing into mine as she straddled me. Her lips met mine again—slow, hypnotic. My whole body melted under her.
“How bad do you want me, Mr. Mays?” she asked playfully, brushing her lips across mine.
I tried to speak. Nothing came out. She laughed—a soft, satisfied laugh of a woman who knew she owned the moment.
Then she reached down, wrapped her hand around my shaft again, and guided it toward her heat. I could feel the warmth radiating from her as her lips parted around my tip.
“Ooooh…” she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation.
“Your King is ready…”
She lowered herself slowly.
“…and so am I.”
