Page 29 of Wrecked With You

He closed his eyes, losing himself for a moment in that sterling sensation of desire that set every atom in his body ablaze. And then, when he withdrew his finger and she moaned in protest, he was once again sliced to pieces by the wild need that grew inside him, hot and demanding.

He wanted her—no question about that. But he’d meant what he’d said. This was about her. More than that, it was about making her beg.

With gentle fingers, he pushed her hair to the side, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. She was strong, he knew that, but naked and bound like this she was so damn vulnerable. Even her bone structure seemed frail. She was completely at his mercy, and there was probably no one in the world who understood what that meant more than he did.

The knowledge both humbled him and made him crave her even more. He wanted to take her to the edge and leave her teetering there until she cried out his name when he finally let her go over. He wanted that control, he realized. Not because he wanted to prove that he was stronger than she was, but because he knew that she was strong—and yet she was giving herself to him so willingly.

Most of all, he wanted to go slow and let her pleasure build from a tiny pinprick of pleasure until it was something so massive she’d have no choice but to surrender under the power of it.

Slowly—so very slowly—he trailed his fingertip from the base of her neck down her bare spine. She had the most beautiful back. Her skin smooth, her spine straight, and the gentle dip at her waist before sloping up again toward her ass.

He wanted slide his hands along that soft, glowing skin, not simply tease her with his fingertip. He gave in to the urge when he reached the two dimples on her ass. It was a thing for him—he had to admit that. He’d seen a Bond movie when he was a kid—he had no idea which one now—but the Bond Girl had worn a bikini and those two dimples had fueled his dreams for weeks.

Now he had to taste them, and he bent over and brushed his lips and tongue lightly over both indentations, relishing the way she squirmed as he feasted.

He’d been standing at the side of the bed, but now he moved to the foot. He eased up onto the mattress, then slid his hands along her thighs until his thumbs reached her core. She was so wet, and she made soft moaning noises as her hips moved beneath his hand. She wasn’t begging, though. Not yet.

But then again, he wasn’t done with her either.

Slowly, he teased his thumb along her slit, relishing how wet she was and fighting the urge to sink his fingers deep inside her. Hell, to take her from behind right then. But this wasn’t about a fast, hard fuck. This was about making her feel. About pushing her to a sensual breaking point, and then watching her face as she finally lost all control and shattered in his arms.

So instead of filling her the way he knew she wanted, he only slipped the tip of his thumb inside her. Just enough to tease around the sensitive edge of her vagina. Enough to have her rocking her hips and whimpering.

But still she didn’t beg.

She wouldn’t, he knew. She’d hold on as long as she possibly could, and the reward—for both of them—would be all the sweeter for it.

He continued his sensual torture, trailing a fingertip along her perineum, sliding back and forth, his finger slick with the feel of her. His body was on fire, and he thought that he could spend days enjoying the way she wiggled her ass and moaned.

But still, she didn’t beg.

She was so wet the sheet was soaked, and he wanted so badly to sink inside her but not yet. He’d have that satisfaction soon enough. This moment was about making her ready. Making her beyond ready, really, and as he lightly traced from her core to the sweet flower of her ass, he knew that he was taking her closer and closer to heaven.

“Tony,” she murmured, as he gently pressed his wet thumb against her rear.

“Is this okay? Do you want it, or should I stop?”

“No, it’s okay. I like it. I’m not begging—I want to make that perfectly clear—but I like the way you make me feel.”

He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile. He could also hear the need, in her voice., and it made him hard. He wanted more, too. Wanted to be deep inside her. But he’d told her that he’d make her beg, and that wasn’t something he intended to back off of. Not even if that was her plan—to hold out so long that he was the one who broke.

“Devious,” he murmured. “That’s what you are.”

She laughed, and he knew he’d nailed it. “Nothing’s changed, sweetheart. I’m going to make you beg.”

He kept only his fingertips inside her pussy. Just enough to tease her as he slid the rest of his body down her leg. He brushed his lips over her soft skin, then slowly moved up her body. She was spread wide from the bindings, and he had plenty of room to maneuver, and as he slowly kissed and stroked his way up, she started to wriggle. Her legs brushed his face, her body shifting under his ministrations. Until finally, slowly, he reached her wet pussy once again.

He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. He laved her, relishing the taste, the sweetness. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he felt his cock harden even more, desperate for its own taste of heaven.

He slid his fingers between her pussy and the mattress, finding the swollen nub of her clit and lightly stroked her there as she bucked in pleasure. But he wanted to see her face, and that meant that he was going to have to let her flip over.

Part of him wanted to keep her the way she was, on her stomach and blindfolded. But that was punishing him too. He wanted to look into her eyes. He wanted to see the building passion there.

Decision made, he moved back down to her body and slowly, very slowly, he unfastened the straps that held her ankles.

“Giving up so soon?”

He chuckled. “Do you want me to?”