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The waves of pleasure he caused rolled through me, and I spread my legs to give him better access, however he had other ideas. “There’s no need to spread your legs because I have no intention of doing anything that would require them to be spread,” he said, and his tone made me rethink my earlier statement. Nash meant business.
He continued to tease me until he had me where he wanted me, and then he stopped to walk back around the chair and stand in front of me. His cock was rock hard and he took it in his hand and stroked himself. I held his eyes for a few moments before dropping my gaze to watch his hand on his dick.
“Do you want to touch now?” he asked, and I knew he had no intention of allowing that.
I shook my head. “No, I’m good.” They were the hardest words to say, because all I wanted to do in that moment was take hold of him and make him come.
He raised his brows. “I don’t believe you.”
I wiggled in the chair. The plastic wrap was so damn sticky in this heat and I began to crave my freedom, but there was no way I would admit that to him. Smiling, I said, “I’m happy just to watch.”
“Bull-fuckin’-shit,” he said, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his cock. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Oh God, so good. My pussy clenched, and I experienced my first doubt that I’d win this game.
His hand wrapped around mine and he began moving both our hands up and down his dick. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Tell me what you want for Christmas so I can unwrap you and fuck you, sweet thing.”
The need in his voice matched my own, but I held my ground. Nash would have to work harder for this if he wanted it. “I’m not telling you, so you may as well unwrap me now and admit defeat. I win.”
He hissed, and moved our hands faster, moving him closer to orgasm. When he reached the edge, he groaned and let go of my hand, clearly not wanting to come yet. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he placed his hands on my thighs and dipped his face to my pussy. Running his tongue from one end to the other, he broke his declaration that he wouldn’t be doing anything that required my legs to be spread, and I wondered if I really would win this game. I should have known better.
Looking up at me, he said, “You ready to start talking or do you need some more encouragement?” As he said this, he ran his finger through my wetness, his touch feather-light – just hard enough to excite me but light enough to drive me wild. I tilted my pussy up, begging for his finger to slide through me again. The damn plastic wrap prohibited my movement – again - and frustration coursed through me.
Shit.
A satisfied look rested on his face, and he kicked his plan up another notch by pressing his lips to my thigh and whispering kisses over my skin, slowing his approach when he neared my pussy. He let his lips linger there for a beat, before kissing my swollen lips. My body arched when he took it a step further and pressed his tongue inside me.
Oh, holy God, yes.
I need more.
As fast as his tongue entered me, it left, and he sat back on his knees with a smug look. We watched each other for a few moments, neither wanting to cave. However, when he took his cock in his hand, I finally gave in. No way could I sit through watching him jerk off; I needed to be involved.
“You win, baby,” I said. “And because you’re making me do something I don’t want to do, it’s going to cost you. I want a weekend away with you and wherever we go has to have a day spa I can spend a whole day in being pampered. Dinner out is another must. And you’re going to cover the cost of all of that. Now unwrap me, and for the love of God, fuck me.”
A triumphant smile spread across his face, and he laughed. “Jesus, you took long enough, woman,” he said as he removed the plastic wrap.
He made quick work of the task and when he freed me, I slid off the chair and into his lap. Looping my arms around his neck, I said, “I like to make you work for stuff, Nash. You should know that by now.”
Nodding, he said, “Yeah, but who the fuck knows when a woman might change her mind and let a man have his way.” As he said this, he stood, and I clung to him as he walked us to the kitchen wall.
I loved the strength my man had; the way his muscles flexed when he lifted me. And the way he looked at me in that moment, as he pushed me up against the wall…that look was wild lust, feral need and absolute adoration all wrapped up in one. I was sure that if he’d just looked at me like that from the very first moment he bound me to the chair…I would have given him whatever he wanted.
“If you look at me like that, you can have anything,” I whispered as he bent his face close to mine.
“Like what?” he demanded, his lips brushing over mine in a kiss, and his teeth nipping at my lips.
“Like you want to fuck me both slow and hard all at once, and like you adore me.” I wound my fingers through his hair and pulled his face back so I could kiss him again.
When I ended the kiss, he stared into my eyes and said, “Trust me when I say, I want to fuck you every-which-fuckin’-way, sweet thing. There are not enough ways for me to fuck you and I’ll never get my fill of you.”
I squeezed my legs around him and tightened my arms around his neck. Our foreheads rested against each other’s for a moment while we caught our breath. And then he thrust inside me, all the way.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as my pussy pulsed around him. “Don’t fucking stop,” I panted.
He lifted his head so he could look into my eyes as he pulled out and thrust inside again on a grunt. “Fuck, Velvet…every fuckin’ time…you feel so good, baby.”
I knew this wouldn’t last long. He’d worked both of us to the point where we we
