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“So sensitive now,” he said against me, and I moaned even at the heat of his breath on my rigid nipples.
I fumbled to hold onto the tie, sliding it along his arm. “You want to tie me up?”
The idea didn’t frighten me. Maybe it should have, considering how precarious everything between us was. But he’d mentioned handcuffs that first night in the hotel, and between that seed he’d planted and how surprisingly exciting it had been to be held down, I was curious.
“You liked the possibility of handcuffs.” His tone was almost lazy. He wasn’t pushing. Just inviting. Encouraging.
“You’re introducing me to all manner of dirty things.” I squeezed my knees around his hips and he lapped at my nipple, his gaze roaming my face. “Tie my wrists,” I murmured, “but I want to be on top.”
He gave my breast another kiss and reached for the tie, whipping my arms behind my back and binding them loosely before I could so much as squeak. I felt off-balance and so exposed. The position pushed out my
breasts, making the rosy nipples seem to point straight out. He must’ve agreed, because he latched on to one, pulling hard while I squirmed against his cock.
“Not sure I can do this. I’m going to fall.” The worry didn’t make sense. My knees were securely on the bed. But something about the pose left me unsteady, although the way he was devouring me with his eyes definitely didn’t.
All my curves were on full display, and he was examining me as if I was a damn work of art.
“I’ve got you.” He gripped my hips and let go of my nipple with a pop, switching his attention to that spot between my neck and shoulder that always made me crazy. Almost silkily, he slipped inside me, pushing forward in one glide that stole my breath.
“Fuck. That feels…” What were words? I couldn’t remember. Grunts. That was what I’d been reduced to. And him too, low, dirty ones against my breast.
“Goddamn, you feel good. So wet. Hot. Jesus, never fucking with a rubber again.” He pulled back and drove into me, so hard that I threw my head back again to drag in air. My fingers curled into fists beneath my bound wrists. My arms were starting to hurt, but the way my breasts were thrust forward gave him easy access. And he made good use of it, sucking and biting my nipples while he dug bruises in my hips and stroked his cock in and out.
I looked down and glimpsed his shaft, damp and shiny from me in the candlelight. I quivered, clamping down with all my strength as he sank home again. His sound was part triumph and part torment.
All hot as hell.
“So fucking sexy.” He loosened my restraints and suddenly I could move my arms. “Ride me, princess. Take me exactly as you want.”
I was beyond nerves. Beyond anything but chasing more of this wanton feeling rising inside me. He wanted me, just as I was.
In his eyes, I was beautiful. And in my own too, maybe. Getting there anyway.
My body bucked against his, and I tossed back my hair as I bounced on his cock. I was lost to the sensations growing inside me, bolstered by his raw, urgent groans. I didn’t hold back, didn’t try to temper my reactions. My hands came up to cup my breasts, my fingers caging in my nipples. He released my hip to rub my clit and my eyes flew open as I pinched the tips, desperate for more sensation. For more pleasure.
“You’re exquisite. Such beautiful breasts, so red from my mouth and your fingers. And your pussy, so thoroughly used. I can’t wait to spill myself inside you.” He ran his tongue along the inside of his lip and I cried out, my entire body throbbing.
The sounds of our lovemaking were so filthy, so uninhibited, and he was hitting that spot inside me just right every time I drew off him and slid slowly, so slowly back down. Taking him all the way to the hilt. Soaking him in my desire. Somehow proud of the fact that I could get this turned on, this wild.
“Fucking killing me,” he rasped, his thumb determinedly circling my clit. Over and over, in time with the strokes of his cock. “Come on me.”
He didn’t have to ask. I’d already been on the verge, but his voice, his fingers, and his cock were a magical combination. I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t stave off the impending crash a second longer.
I moaned, and he rose to take my mouth, swallowing my cries as I tumbled into that final drop and went soaring. Literally in this case. I fell forward against his chest, losing my balance entirely, my body quivering.
A sharp smack registered in my ear before the brief pain blossomed on my ass cheek, and even that made me more crazed as I rode his dick. I couldn’t stop the pulse of my hips or the frantic clench of my inner muscles. It seemed endless, only ceasing for a bright, manic second as he groaned in my ear and warm wetness spurted deep inside. I wasn’t sure if I really felt it or if I was guided by his moans, but the mere suggestion that I could feel him coming inside me pushed me into yet another climax. I whimpered and dug my nails into his shoulders, falling into a dark, vast space where I didn’t have to think or worry.
Just existing, just basking, was enough.
When I came back to myself, still sprawled in a sticky, sweaty heap on top of him, I brushed a kiss over his throat. The silk tie was still wrapped around one of my wrists. “Wanna tie you up next.”
Something rumbled through his chest—either a laugh or a growl, I wasn’t sure. “Can’t spank you without the use of my hands.”
“Is that what you did?” I kissed him again, more of a sleepy lick this time. That smell of his. Like being in a forest with that extra layer of spice. “Felt good. Made me come harder.”
As soon as I said the word come, I flushed. Luckily, it was dark, so he couldn’t see. But I buried my face between his neck and shoulder and gave myself away.
Now he was laughing, no doubt about it. “Where have you been all my life?”
