Page 149 of Whirlwind

“Suck,” he commanded.

Charlie sucked hungrily. Finally she got to taste him. Got to feel that beautiful flesh against her lips. There was no finesse, just need and awe of touching this soft, vulnerable part of him that fit so perfectly in her mouth.

Charlie took a chance and wrapped her tongue around the small nub. Carla groaned, dropping his head with his mouth hanging open.

She redoubled her efforts, wanting to keep that look of bliss on his face. She sent quick flicks of her tongue over the tip and then sucked hard, pulling him into her mouth. She lightly tested out her teeth and Carla gasped and thrust against her.

Charlie lifted her arms instinctively to touch more, to drag him closer, but she was brought up short by her bonds.

That only made it better.

She wiggled experimentally, trying to thrust up and liberate her legs, trying to grind against something that wasn’t there. Not because she wanted to move, but because she needed to know that she couldn’t.

Oh, yes. This was what she needed. What she’d always needed. Carla’s skin in her mouth. Carla’s ropes around her body. Constrained and marvelously free at the same time.

Carla withdrew and Charlie chased after him with her mouth. He made a displeased sound and that was all it took for her to return her head to the center of the pillow. She opened her mouth, hoping that she would be lucky enough to taste him again.

Carla’s breast was heavy and cool as he dragged it across her face. He caressed her cheek. Traced paths across her forehead. Then he presented the other side to her mouth.

She waited until he made an approving sound and then began to suck on this one while the weight of the other pressed her eyes closed.

Her body was on fire. She needed to be touched. Needed to touch Carla. Needed to strain against her bonds and know that she couldn’t control either one.

Carla continued like that for some endless time. Alternating between nipples, waiting each time until Charlie held still. Until she was trained to follow the quiet hums in his throat that reminded her of her position and gave her permission to lick and touch again.

At last, Carla drew back and stroked down her arms.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he told her. “Sexier than I imagined.”

“Yeah?”

He kissed her, slow and sweetly, his breasts resting on her folded arms like clouds. “Yeah. I almost don’t want to untie you.”

“You don’t have to,” she agreed. She wouldn’t mind stretching, but the tight, contained feeling was addictive. She didn’t want it to end.

“Maybe next time. It’s been almost half an hour, which is enough for your first time. Especially since we’re still learning about your body’s reactions.”

Taking the ropes off was different from having them put on. Carla tugged at the knots along her legs, which had somehow been arranged to open easily.

She felt cool and too loose without the ropes. It felt almost like she was losing something, though phantom paths still crossed her limbs.

Carla’s hands on her body were different now, though. In between each pull and slither of the ropes he caressed her skin, massaging and warming, exploring and teasing. It was clear that his attention had been on the knots while he was tying her up, but now his attention was all on her.

“How are you doing now?” he asked.

“Cold.” It was the first thing that came into her head. The rest of it, the too-loose, untethered feeling was too difficult to explain.

Carla stepped away and then laid a folded quilt over her feet. With each loop that he opened, he pulled it up another few inches.

That was so much better. Not just the warmth but the weight of it. The sense that she was still being held by Carla’s hands and by what he had given her.

When the last knot slipped free, he slid the pillows out from under her feet and pulled the blanket up to her chest.

“Bend your knees and wiggle your toes.”

Carla complied. Ah… it did feel good to move them again. Familiar little aches and inactive muscles made themselves known. Her enjoyment of the bondage still far outweighed the little soreness, but she understood now why Carla had insisted on stopping.

While she tested out her legs, Carla made quick work of her arms. The moment her wrists were free he had her stretch out her arms, and then merely pulled the figure-eight down until it slid off her fingers.