She traced small circles with one fingertip over his thigh.
“Where would you like to go next?”
She bit her lip as if debating. Scooting to his side, she traced her finger over the contours of his ear. “Would you like that?”
“Aye,” he breathed as fire coursed through his veins.
She leaned forward and gently stroked his ear with her tongue.
Braden hissed as his entire body jerked involuntarily. His body instantly sprang back to life, even harder than it had been before.
She trailed her mouth from his ear, down his jaw, then buried her lips in his neck. Braden struggled against the laces holding him.
“I want to touch you,” he said, his voice ragged with need.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
She laughed again. “Sorry, love, you’ll just have to wait.”
Maggie straddled him then. Braden arched his body as she skimmed herself from the center of his chest all the way down to his waist.
“You’re killing me!” he growled, wanting to touch her so badly that he could barely stand it.
Maggie smiled wickedly at his agonized tone as she felt his stomach muscles contract beneath her thighs. The hunger in his eyes burned her.
He lifted his hips then and threw her forward onto his chest. “Kiss me, blossom,” he demanded.
She did. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted his lips to meet hers and she kissed him with all the strength she had.
Oh, but he tasted wonderful. And as their kiss deepened, she felt him harden even more against her bare thigh.
“You are a hungry one.” She pulled back from his lips to look down at his shaft standing out from his body.
“You have no idea,” he said, his voice breathless.
Deciding she had tormented him enough, she turned and placed her hand against his rigid shaft. He shook all over.
“Like that, do you?” she asked.
“Aye.”
She skimmed her fingers over his swollen manhood, gently toying with him while she used her other hand to brush the small trail of hairs that led from his navel his groin. He hissed and growled as he writhed even more.
Maggie delighted in her power.
Braden couldn’t think as he watched her staring at him. The look of love and desire on her face scorched him straight to his wicked soul. And just when he was sure he could stand no more, she finally took mercy on him.
Her eyes smoldering, she rose up above him, then impaled herself on his shaft.
He threw his head back and growled at the tight feel of her body enveloping him again. Lifting himself up, he drove himself deep inside her.
Never had he felt anything like her as she rode him hard. The feel of her body sliding against his as she moaned feverishly above him.
Unable to stand it, he fought against the ties that held his hands from her. He needed to feel her. Had to feel her.
Maggie must have decided she’d had enough as well, for she delivered one deeply satisfying stroke to him, then untied his wrists.
