It was trust.
It was care.
It was the silent language they were learning together one second at a time.
She dipped her head down, her tongue coming out to trace the dew around his tip, him all but shoving his dick in her mouth.
She laughed. She knew he wasn’t being forceful, just wanting more. Enjoying the game they were playing and letting his body go with what it felt.
“You need to have some patience,” she whispered, then blew some air against his silky skin.
“I usually have a lot, but not in a situation like this.”
She smiled and licked the length of him this time. Up and down each side, all around, pulling the tip into her mouth.
He was expressing his pleasure more than normal and as much as she loved this power she had over him, she didn’t want him to finish this way.
She slid off the bed, her gaze tracing every inch of him.
The way his biceps flexed and released, the subtle tremor betraying his control.
The sculpted lines of his chest and abs rising and falling with each shallow breath.
Even his legs were tense despite his effort to appear calm and it only spoke of how much he wanted her.
Her pulse skipped, warmth flooding through her, knowing she had him.
It was as if he was sensing the movements of her eyes raking over every part of his body.
Parts she’d touched, tasted, enjoyed playing with.
But there was only one she wanted now.
The one that would make them whole in a way she’d never been with any other man in her past.
She moved back to the bed, climbed on, straddled him, lined up and sank down hard and fast.
The groan escaped her lips the same time as his. That feeling of skin to skin in the most sensitive parts of her body.
She lifted and dropped back again.
His hips met hers each time she did it.
But she needed more. A touch, a caress. Something he couldn’t do with his hands bound.
She put one hand on her breast. “I’m pinching my nipple because you can’t.”
“Fuck,” he snarled out, his shoulder moving as if he was fighting the urge to get the cloth off his eyes. “I want to see it. Just let me watch. I won’t touch.”
Why not? There were no set rules to bedtime play. She leaned forward and removed the covering from his eyes, her hands still sliding around her breast, her fingers going to work and flicking at her puckered nipple.
His eyes were fastened on as if he were a rattlesnake ready to come out and bite her hard.
She was still moving on him, still riding his body and working herself up, but it wasn’t enough.
Her other hand slid between her legs, found her bud, swirled her thumb around while she sat down sending him deeper yet.
The heat in his gaze gave her the courage to experience everything she’d always wanted to in the past.
