Warmed by His Tongue

The beach was cold this time of year. Not the time for swimming, that was certain.

Alora shed her jacket, goosebumps forming on her skin even before she stepped foot in the waves.

“That’s it. Damn that looks hot!” Kai was her best friend, occasional lover, and an amatuer film maker. But how on earth he’d convinced her to take part in this particular shoot was beyond her.

Actually, no it wasn’t. Kai gave the most amazing head, and he’d promised her he’d be her slave in every possible way for the next month if she would dress up as a mermaid and swim in to shore.

The trouble was, they hadn’t exactly planned this very well.

Kai has assured her it would be easy to pull on the mermaid tale once she was in the water, and then she could swim out a bit deeper, and he’d film her splashing about a bit and then swimming back into shore. But Alora was freezing, and it was a struggle to get the tail on with icy cold fingers that refused to work.

Finally she managed it, relieved to find the tail gave some protection against the cold, and swam a little way parallel to the shore, doing her best to lift her tail above the water and splash it about, and then, on Kai’s signal, swim back in to wash up on the beach.

He’d suggested she act unconscious, but by the time she got there, there wasn’t much acting required. Her limbs were freezing.

As soon as he finished filming Kai wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her into the back of his van.

“Remind… me….” Alora’s teeth chattered as she tried to speak. “Not… to… ever… agree… to… that… again.”

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

She glared at him, unable to make her mouth work anymore.

“How about I start your payment here?” He grinned, his hands reaching beneath the blanket to remove the drenched tail.

Alora lay back on the carpeted floor of the van, the only help she could manage was lifting her hips off the floor.

It took a bit of manouvering, but finally the thing was off, and Kai dried her with the soft fluffy towel she’d insisted he bring along.

“Your toes are white!” He sounded surprised. Alora could only roll her eyes.

“So,” he asked. “Did you want that payment or not?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Of… c-course!” she managed.

He grinned, lifting a foot to suck on her big toe. Normally she would’ve thought that disgusting, but now the warmth of his mouth was heavenly. She closed her eyes, focusing her attention on the trail of kisses he left along the side of her foot, and up her thigh.

He knew how to tease, and she a heat was building in her groin already, anticipating what was to come, and warming her from the inside out.

By the time he was kissing her inner thigh she was wet, and when his tongue brushed ever so lightly across her clit she moaned in pleasure.

“Are you warm yet?” he asked.

“Hmmm….” She pretended to think about it. “Not yet.”

He flicked at her clit again, then licked along her folds, his tongue delving between them as he tasted every bit of her.

He returned to her clit, his fingers sliding into her pussy to caress her insides.

She spread her legs wider, the fire in her belly spreading now, down her legs and up through her torso. Now her nipples were pebbling from desire, and not just from the cold.

He removed his fingers from her cunt, and slid them further back to press against her anus. A bolt of pleasure shot up her spine and she gasped as he sucked on her clit, and his thumb pressed into her pussy, and his finger into her arsehole.

“Oh my God!”

“Was it worth it?” he asked, his digits stroking in and out. “It was, wasn’t it?” He flicked her clit again, before pulling away. “C’mon, admit it. Almost freezing your arse off to be in my movie was well worth this.”

She shook her head, wanting to argue with him that no amount of climaxing was worth getting that cold ever again, but an orgasm was tearing through her right at that moment and the only sounds she could get to leave her mouth were moans of pleasure.

“Fuck!” She squealed as she came, gripping his wrist with both hands.

He lapped at her clit again, laughing when her body jolted. “Are you going to admit it?”

“No!” She shot back at him, shaking her head. “That was awful. One pussy licking does not make up for that.”

“What about my eternal love and appreciation and a whole month worth of pussy lickings?” he smirked.

She shook her head. “I reckon I’m going to need a whole years worth of pussy lickings to get over that.” She shuddered just at the thought of going near the water again. “See, I’m still cold.” She wasn’t but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

“A years worth?” He nodded. “I can do that.”

She pulled him close for a kiss. “You’d better.”

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