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Dex groaned into her mouth. Taking that as a signal, Zoe pulled away, using her body to stroke his as she moved downward. Dex’s breath stuck somewhere between his chest and his throat as she headed straight south.
Her stiff nipples marked a burning trail down his belly and over his thighs.
In typical Zoe fashion, she didn’t play around but got right to the point of the game. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, skating up and down in such a natural, seductive way that Dex felt as if she was reading his mind. Or had watched him pleasure himself and knew exactly how he liked it. The idea sent another surge of desire straight down between his legs. She moaned her approval as his dick grew proportionally.
Teasing, tempting, she ran the tip of her tongue over his straining head. Dex groaned.
Then she took him in her mouth and sucked. Playing his body like it was an instrument and she was a virtuoso, Zoe used her tongue and lips to send him straight into orbit.
Her mouth worked its sweet seduction, sliding up and down, sucking hard while he gripped the blanket in an attempt to keep from exploding. Heaven. Her mouth was the most amazing thing in the world. Dex panted, almost relieved when she pulled back to trace her tongue, just the end of it, over his wet, throbbing head.
Then she sucked. Just the tip of his dick. He gasped. The world spun once, then twice. Then Dex grabbed for the infinitesimal thread of control still in his reach. Releasing the blanket, he pressed both hands to her shoulders.
“Stop,” he he begged.
“Come,” she challenged, her breath teasing his aching head.
Dex laughed. Even now, her mouth hovering at the throbbing tip of his dick, and she could make him laugh. Was it any wonder he loved this woman?
“I will,” he promised. “But I want to come inside you.”
His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her up toward him. She resisted at first, then with a wet kiss to his already straining hard-on, she followed his unspoken request and rose. Torturing him, she nibbled her way up his body.
“Spoilsport,” she muttered as she curled against his chest for a hug.
“Hey, you’re the one with the mandate for twenty-four orgasms,” he said as he finished reciting the state capitals and getting control of his libido. “You put me out of commission this early in the game and we might fall a few short.”
Zoe giggled. He felt her shake her head, her hair a silky blanket ruffling over his shoulder. “I was kidding about that.”
“I wasn’t. I see it as a challenge.”
“Do you like challenges?” she asked softly.
The total darkness of the room added an extra layer of intimacy to their words. The hushed tones, the feeling that they were the only two people in the world, added to his sense of emotional vulnerability.
And to the sense of anything goes.
With that in mind, he figured this was the perfect time to convince Zoe to play his fantasy game.
Shifting on the bed, Dex unerringly found the side-table drawer-pull in the dark. He tugged the drawer open and pulled out the goodies he’d hid there.
“Toys?” she asked. He noted she sounded teasing, not grossed out. Something to keep in mind in the future.
“Something I thought went well with your dominatrix outfit,” he told her.
“Um, you realize that was just a costume, right? And a mistaken one at that? I’m not really into…” Her voice trailed off as he pressed the leather restraints in her hand. “Oh, my.”
“The leather is soft,” he told her, running her fingers along the pliable beltlike length. “It’ll wrap around your wrists and the posts of the headboard.”
“Why not around your wrists?” she joked.
The idea of being completely at her mercy, his body spread out for her to have her way with, made Dex groan.
“Next time,” he promised, hoping reverently that there would be another night for these leather straps.
Unable to see in the dark, he trailed his hand up the length of her arm until he found her hand again. He took one of the straps and, shifting so he was angled across her body, wrapped it around the bedpost.
Then he reached for her hand.
He felt her suck in a deep breath, her body going stiff.
“I want to see you,” he told her, his fingers tracing a gentle design over her wrist. “I want to drive you crazy in every way I know how. And I want complete control. I want to do things to your body, to touch you and taste you and make you scream in ecstasy.”
He felt her excited shudder.
“I’ll put the blindfold back on,” she offered. “I’m just not sure about the restraints.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked quietly.
Long seconds ticked by. A rivulet of sweat ran down Dex’s spine. His heart froze as he waited for her answer.
