When he tossed the underwear aside, Caius still had one of Anne's legs in his hold. He kissed each of her toes and then ran his tongue across her feet, eliciting sensations that were a mix of tickles and arousal. Anne didn't complain. On the contrary, the arch on her back got even steeper.
Keeping hold of one of Anne's legs treated Caius to a very open view of her sopping wet center. He stretched his other hand toward it and trailed his fingers across her opening, feeling already as muscles contracted in reaction and anticipation for entry.
Caius didn't fulfill that wish just yet and instead went to her clit. The nub was as hard as it could be while throbbing delectably and when Caius flicked it gently with a finger, Anne couldn't help but thrust her hands out to her sides, grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets as though they could anchor her to the bed.
