Another torturously long pause. She's really thinking hard about this.
"I'm not scared of you."
"I meant you seem scared ofthis." I brush my lips against hers, applying barely any pressure. "Not scared of me."
Just as I'm about to press my lips into hers for a real kiss, one I've been dying for, she pulls back.
All I can do is lock eyes and shake my head at her as she lies down on her back.
She undoes her jeans and pulls them off slowly. Her legs fall apart, and I eye the black lace panties that run between her thick thighs. She rubs her fingers against herself, teasing me.
"You can kiss me here." Her voice is so soft, so seductive. A whole different beast from the fierce armor she usually wears, but just as enticing.
I go to join her on the bed, but stop when she sucks in an excited breath.
“Is that?”
I look up and chuckle to myself. “Mhm.”
“Can you tie me up and suspend me from it?”
“I could.” I pause, knowing she’s going to try to fight me on this. “But I won’t.”
She sits up, almost startling me with how fast she moved. “Why the fuck not?”
I think about how I want to phrase this. Trying to find a way that won’t end up with me pissing her off.
“Have you ever done a ropes session before?”
“No, but I’ve watched them. I have a damn Agura tattoo for fuck’s sake. I can handle it.”
I shake my head. “It’s not the same. Doing a session with someone takes a lot of trust.”
She ponders my reasoning for a moment.
“Do you trust me?”
“I mean, I don’treallytrust anyone. But I know you know what you’re doing.”
“I do. But if you’re not fully comfortable, panic can set in quickly and make a fun time very much not fun anymore.”
Her gaze travels from me up to the bar attached to my ceiling.
“Let’s be real for a second, B. How would youreallyfeel being completely immobilized and suspended from a man’s ceiling?”
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fiiiiine. You’re no fun.” She crosses her arms over her chest and fake pouts. “But you better fuck me extra good to make up for it.”
We both fight back a laugh.
“Now that Icando.”
She lies back down and spreads her legs for me, the ropes completely forgotten. I've forgotten all about the lipson her face, and I’m diving right into the ones between her legs. We've been teasing each other all night, so she's already soaked for me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and I hold her panties aside as I ravage her with my tongue. She moans and squeezes my head between her thighs when she starts to peak. I slide two fingers in and curl them, pulling her orgasm from her like it belongs to me. I've done this a few times now, so I know exactly what it takes to make her scream.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Her words are muffled, but I can still hear her chanting while her body shakes around me.
I pull her panties all the way off and discard them. Undoing my own pants is proving to be a difficult task. I blame it on the lack of oxygen to my brain. That's what I get for drowning myself in her pussy. Absolutely no regrets. I eventually get the button undone and step out of them.
