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She shook her head, her soft curls bouncing. "I think it makes you look sexy."
"That works for me." He rolled his hips from side to side, causing her to grab him and hold on tight.
She gave her trademark naughty giggle and put her hands on his shoulders, lifting up. Moving her hips against his, she let her legs splay to either side of his body then rode her pubic bone up and down the length of his cock.
If he wasn't getting hard before, he sure was now. "Jesus woman."
"Seems like you might be ready to go again." She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyelids lowering as she assessed the hardness of his cock.
"You better believe it." He instinctively moved his hands. The handcuffs rattled and held.
Clambering to her hands and knees, she shuffled down the bed until she could see his cock. She nodded approvingly. Grabbing a condom from the handful she had scattered over the bed at the outset of the session, she quickly unwrapped it. Looking at him, she licked her lips.
He groaned, rattling the cuffs again. His cock was throbbing, his back arching off the bed. She made an oval shape with her lips and rested the condom there, before ducking her head down to roll it on with her mouth.
Oh yes, that felt good.
She moved slowly, drawing out the sensation, her head gradually lowering till she had him against her throat. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth.
Mounting him again, she looked as if she couldn't get enough of it. A feeling of honor belted out inside him, adding fuel to his lust.
"Your pussy is the sweetest place on the planet, Suzanne." It was snug, hot and slick from the time before.
She grinned and squeezed him tight inside her, her head rolling, her mouth opening wide and letting out a pleasured sound. He jutted his hips higher, lifting her, shoving as deep as he could within his restraints. She rode the movement, her expression challenging him, like some demoness from one of his comics—and he was ready to offer her his soul.
With agile hips she pumped up and down, her body angling back and forth as she rode him, squeezing and crushing his cock until his balls were riding high, braced for release. Sweat had gathered in the crease of his neck and between his thighs. He didn't think he could come again, but he did, with spine wrenching finality, the ejaculation emptying his balls of what little fluid he'd managed to muster for the repeat performance.
She was moving fast, grinding onto his cock, one hand rubbing her clit. When she shuddered to finality, he wanted her in his arms.
"Undo me, please," he whispered.
This time, she did. Every other time he'd begged she'd denied the request. That had driven him wild. She rubbed his wrists and shoulders as she freed him. He barely noticed the stiffness and sat up, snatching her into his arms, keeping her on his cock as it shrank, his head going to her neck and breasts, where he kissed her reverently.
Her body was limp, soft and warm as it lolled against him. Holding her was too good, rolling into the bed for sleep this way was the only option. He lifted her and tucked her in against him, disposing of the condom and moving her easily onto the bed beside him.
His gaze traveled round her room, taking in the stacks of CDs, action movie DVDs and magazines, cushions and candles, her crazy collection of teddy bears—all of which has been modified with punk gear and piercings. A massive close-up image of a shark about to bite dominated one wall. Her quirkiness was everywhere. He liked it.
His hands roamed her body, stroking all the places he'd wanted to touch when she'd been in charge.
She sighed sleepily under his touch.
"You feel so good. Can we do this again tomorrow night?"
She snuggled against him. "I can't. I promised I'd baby-sit for my sister, but any other night would be good." She looked up at him, locking her arms around his neck.
"Every other night?" The words were out before he'd even thought about it.
She chuckled, sounding sleepier but just as naughty as before. "I'll give it a go, as long as you can dredge up some more good gig stories for me." She winked.
Dynamite comes in small packages, he reminded himself, as she rested her head on his shoulder.
* * * *
When Abby awoke into the early morning light, Zac was lying next to her, his arm loosely about her waist. He was watching her with a frown on his forehead.
She let her eyes fill with him, while her other senses awoke slowly into his presence. Her mind confirmed what had passed before. She hummed with pleasure. "Good morning."
He smiled and moved his hand to her neck, stroking the surface gently, awakening her further with his touch. After a few moments she looked at the morning light that streamed over his shoulder from the window. It was Tuesday—and she had to be at work first thing to deal with the sale of the shares.
