His eyes softened, and the kiss he placed on her lips was gentle and giving. His mouth was warm, a combination of nuts and chocolate, and she could live on his taste.
He broke their connection too soon and stood beside the bed. “Arms over your head.”
She obeyed immediately and felt the thick cuffs wrap around first one wrist, then the next, each closing with a definite click that echoed throughout her body. She tugged and found herself bound, a scary feeling th
at caused her to struggle against the cuffs.
“Relax.” He placed a calming hand on her forehead. “You say the word, I’ll release you immediately.”
“A safe word?” she asked.
“I think no will work for us. Red if you really want one.” He stared into her eyes. “Are you good?”
She looked at him and grinned. “Green. Sir.”
His golden-brown eyes darkened, and his hands went to the waistband of his jeans. In seconds, he’d shed them. Apparently he hadn’t felt the need for boxers or briefs, giving her a first glimpse at his gorgeous cock. Her hands itched to wrap around his thickness and just feel.
Of course she couldn’t move, could only look, her desire amped up at the sight. He placed one knee on the bed, then the other. He pulled her legs apart and settled between them.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
She hesitated because she’d never expressed her desires out loud. Okay, she’d rarely had these kinds of desires before Max. Never had them was more like it.
“You’re going to have to tell me if you want anything more to happen tonight.” He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the engorged length over her sex, back and forth, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her with strokes of heat and hardness that felt good but were not enough to take her over that edge he’d built her up to. And kept her at now.
“I want to… taste you.”
He leaned over, making sure to align their bodies, his erection in direct contact with her clit, and pressed a scorching-hot kiss on her lips. He thrust his tongue in and out, groaning as he mimicked sex by fucking her mouth.
Ripples of pleasure, like mini fireworks, went off everywhere, and she began to rotate her hips in an attempt to generate the friction she needed to come.
He lifted his head and grinned. “How was that? For a taste?”
She narrowed her gaze. “Not quite what I had in mind.”
He shrugged, rolling one shoulder. “Then you’re going to have to be more specific.”
Lucy sighed and forced out the unfamiliar words. “I want to taste your cock.” And while she was at it, she decided she might as well lay it all out there. “And then I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Because she was so empty and needy she hurt.
A satisfied smile lifted his lips. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
“It wasn’t easy,” she said with a pout.
“But I’m going to make it worth your while.” He edged closer until he hovered over her, pausing with his cock between her breasts.
His gaze never leaving hers, he pushed the twin mounds closer until she cradled his erection, and he began to thrust back and forth, sliding his hard cock through her softer flesh, and she moaned at the erotic feel.
“No.” His sharp tone and a pinch on her nipples brought her out of the haze of desire she’d been lost in. “No way will I come on you when all I’ve ever dreamed of is coming inside you.” He pumped his hips back and forth once more before moving up until his cock was within tasting distance… so she did.
He was salty and warm, and she opened her mouth wider. He slid his cock inside slowly, almost reverently, afraid to hurt her or choke her. Emboldened by their play and by her trust in Max, she slid her tongue along the velvety ridges before pursing her lips around him and doing her best to arouse him with her limited movement.
He pumped his hips once, twice, all the while maintaining perfect control before pulling out with a low groan. “You keep amazing me,” he said as he reached over and pulled condoms from the nightstand drawer.
“You really do have whatever you need here. Should I worry you thought I was easy?” she asked, teasing.
He ran a hand through his already-tousled hair. She wanted to touch that, too, and pulled on the cuffs. “Had enough?”
“I just want to touch you too,” she said, feeling vulnerable at the admission.