Page 22 of Tell Me Something

His eyes heated with desire. Then he crossed to me and fisted his hand in my hair.

“We do this my way. You sure you’re up for that?”

I quirked a brow. At this point, he could suggest I stand on my head, and I’d gladly do it.

“Go put this on.”

Taking the silk robe from his hand, I hurried to the bathroom to do as he requested.

WHEN I CAME BACK OUT into the room, the lights were off, with the exception of the small desk light.

Josh was still wearing his slacks and collared shirt. He reached for my hand and led me over to the bed.

My eyes flickered down to see he had unwound my robe belt and now had it in his hands.

“My way,” he reiterated as he gently pushed me onto the bed and slipped the robe off completely.

I swallowed at being laid out naked for him on the bed. At least the low light helped with the uncertainty of it all.

Moving both my hands above my head, he tied them together with the silken robe tie. “Are you okay with this, Haylee?”

I could only nod. I didn’t have a lot of sexual experience, let alone familiarity with being tied up, but in this moment, I felt a yearning like I’d never felt before. The binding only heightened the anticipation.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck and then working his way down.

I was completely at his mercy, but hearing that he thought I was beautiful gave me confidence I could trust him. I realized that for him, control was important. He didn’t want me to do the touching this time around, and I was happy to oblige. When I felt his breath on my breast, I arched up.

He chuckled. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?”

A small moan was my only reply when his tongue teased one of my nipples. My back bowed in response; my breaths came out short and stuttered from the pleasure.

His mouth rained kisses over my stomach, and when I felt one of his fingers enter me, I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Jesus, you’re so wet, so incredibly tight for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, knowing I was shamelessly ready for him.

And yet, he still took his time. His mouth caressed over my hips and then down, down.

“Oh—” I gasped, feeling his breath again right at my pubic bone and then another finger inside me. He licked and nipped, causing my body to become taut with anticipation as I breathed in the scent of him.

“That’s it; just feel it.” His words were against my cleft, and then his mouth descended, triggering my hips to buck in response. “Relax, baby.”

Easy for him to say, I thought, as I couldn’t even grip the sheets. I was tightly wound with an electric current running through me. “I can’t; it’s too much,” I pleaded.

He chuckled and then started the real assault with both his fingers working inside me and his mouth greedily and fully claiming me. His tongue fluttered over my clit.

My back arched, involuntarily pressing me against the friction. I felt nothing but pure, raw sensation.

“God, you taste good,” he marveled.

His tongue flicked with both patience and insistence, giving me sensuous torture along with pleasure. He groaned as my body tightened and then exploded.

Crying out, I rode waves of passion until there was nothing left.

“You’re so damn responsive,” he murmured, working his way back up my body, kissing each of my breasts and then up to my neck.

I lay there completely spent, trying to steady both my breathing and heartbeat.