“That’s it,” he growled. “Fucking come.”
My body was desperate to take back some of the control, so I ground into the rope, burning my wrists, and I pressed my thighs against his cheeks until his beard was roughing up my skin.
Even though this all teetered on the edge of pain, I was relishing from the blend.
Lifting.
Bucking.
Urging myself toward his mouth.
Within a few plunges of his finger and taps from his tongue, I was shuddering.
“Ohhhmy,” I drew out. “Fuuuck!”
Once the words were gone, there were sounds that burst from my lips, shouting in every tone as I quivered past each surge, slamming into me like I was a shoreline.
The flutters were in my stomach.
My chest.
They even shot down my legs.
And I stayed there, almost suspended, halfway between the tremors and stillness, while he licked away, keeping me in that space until I fell.
Until there was nothing left.
Until everything turned calm.
“So beautiful.” He was kissing my pussy. “Oaklyn …”
“Mmm.”
“I want you to come again.”
I tried to laugh, but I just didn’t have the energy. “I need to touch you first.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“That’s not the way this works. If I’m going to release your hands, I need to know what you plan to do with them.”
I could barely think.
My breath was still coming out in pants.
“I want to use them to hold the base of your dick while I suck it.”
“You want to give me head? Fuck.”
A grunt filled my ears, followed by movement on the bed, and there was a quick squeeze of my wrist before I was released. The identical thing happened to my other hand until I was suddenly free.
I immediately reached for the blindfold, and he stopped me.
“Open your mouth.”
I did as I had been told.