I so badly wanted to look at him.
But I refrained.
He wanted my eyes closed for a reason.
I jolted as the silk touched my core, the unexpected movement drawing a gasp from my mouth.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you, Camillia,” he murmured. “I want to wrap up your pussy, apply ribbons in just the right place, so that your clit is stimulated with every thrust.” He ran the material over my clit, applying the barest hint of pressure. “I’ll slide the rope between your legs…”
He demonstrated, eliciting a moan from me.
“Up along your ass,” he went on, reaching behind me to pull the rope upward against my backside. “Then I’ll secure it to your middle.” He brushed the bow. “And do it again and again until you’re fully bound.” The strand went taut against my middle, causing my lips to part in pleasure. “Then I’ll make you fly, little angel.”
The ribbon moved against my core as he tugged it back the way it’d come, dragging the silk against my damp flesh.
“I’ll suspend you in the air, too,” he whispered, his lips suddenly at my ear. “And fuck you while you’re hanging over our bed.”
I panted at the image his words painted inside my mind. “Yes…”
He kissed my neck, his touch moving to my sides as he tugged on the rope in a way that squeezed my nipples.
“When we do this next time, I’ll bind your arms so that every move”—he tugged again—“will tease your pretty tits.” Another pull, this one sharper. “You’ll drive yourself crazy, then beg for my mouth. My touch. Yourrelease.”
He proceeded to demonstrate, his clever fingers working the silk around me and creating an inferno inside me.
Every move barely touched my aroused peaks. It was just enough to tease, but not enough to please.
When the ribbon returned to my core, he replicated the sensation there, dragging the silk against my clit without applying enough pressure.
“Melek,” I whispered.
His mouth touched my throat, his heat suddenly engulfing me from behind. I wasn’t sure how or when he’d settled on the bed, my mind too caught up in the sensations he was eliciting with hissilk.
When he pressed on my back between my shoulder blades, I bent forward. “Keep your hands at your sides,” he told me. “Pretend they’re bound.”
It was hard to do, my instinct to break my fall one that had my fingers flexing in response.
But I trusted him to catch me.
And, oh, I was so glad I did because he used the rope to guide me downward, the taut strands applying even more pressure to my aching breasts.
He moved my head at the last moment, tilting my face to the side before I face-planted into the mattress. Then he used the rope he’d threaded through my legs to pull my ass up, the pressure from the lift fully on my clit.
I groaned, the sensation nearly undoing me.
But then his hands were everywhere, mapping my form, memorizing every inch, and in an instant, the ribbons vanished, leaving me utterly free and incredibly turned on.
“When we do this again, it’ll be for much longer,” he promised. “But we’ve been dancing around our attraction for months. And I can’t go another moment without being inside you, Cami.”
He spread my thighs, his cock already at my entrance.
I barely had a moment to react before he was filling me, his thrust powerful and intrusive and utterly flawless.
My hands went to the bed, my fingers digging into the comforter as Melek fucked me from behind, his movements whollyhim. Because he exuded sensuality. I could feel his urgency, hear his boiling need, yet he somehow managed to emit his usual sensuous perfection.
I moaned, the sensation of fullness an alluring antidote to all the teasing. My insides clenched, my stomach twisting with renewed passion.
And suddenly I was on my back with Melek above me, his wings stretched out as he entered me again.
