He slid one finger between the creamy folds of her sex. “You ready to take me, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, the word coming out in a hiss. Her pussy clenched, an unsuccessful attempt to pull his finger inside her.
He was teasing her, t
ormenting her, and she couldn’t take it. “I want to feel you.” She pulled against the restraints. “Untie me, please.”
His eyes grew hooded at the request, but she wasn’t deterred, nor was she above begging.
“I need to stroke you, to touch you, to hold your cock in my hand.”
Decklan hung his head and groaned. Damn, but he was tempted to do as she asked. Tempted for the first time ever. Other women had asked him to release them, but none pulled at his emotions. None made him want the same thing, her hands on his body, her fingers stroking his cock. He normally needed the women he slept with restrained and under his control. But if Decklan knew one thing, it was that if she wrapped those arms around him and pulled him in emotionally, he was a goner.
He held back, unable to give in, not even for this one woman who made him want with a ferocity that was foreign to him. He didn’t miss the irony. He’d pushed her boundaries and she gave. She pushed his and he withdrew like a fucking coward.
“I … can’t,” he said and hoped she understood how deeply he meant it.
Silence punctuated the next few seconds, and once again, he wondered if she’d use her safe word and walk away. His heart hammered painfully in his chest, begging him to give in and warring with his mind that told him to lock down his emotions.
She ran one leg up and down his calf, touching him the only way she could. “Okay, but you’d better hurry up and fuck me,” she said lightly. A request he already knew wasn’t easy for her to make once, let alone a second time.
He breathed out a groan of relief. Yet with her acceptance, something warm and tangible passed between them. Something he didn’t want to examine too closely. He already knew she threatened his well-erected walls. He was just now learning how dangerous she would be.
He shook his head and refocused his attention. Gripped his cock in one hand and ran the length over the distended pearl of desire beckoning him. Back and forth, he teased her clit until her entire body trembled beneath him. Her arousal coated his erection, and suddenly he couldn’t wait another second.
He lined himself up at her entrance and pushed inside. She was as hot as he’d imagined, as wet as he’d made her, and so fucking tight he didn’t know how he’d make it all the way into her without exploding.
“Oh God, Decklan, you feel so good. So big.”
He laughed. Actually laughed while thrusting the rest of the way in. “And you’re so tight I could come right now.”
“Don’t you dare,” she muttered. “Not yet.” She clamped her inner walls around him, deliberately, if he had to guess.
He knew he was right when she met his gaze and grinned.
“Damn, woman.” She wasn’t just hot and luscious, she was fun. When did he have fun with women? Fun during sex? “You can be damned sure you’re going to come before I do.”
“I’d better.”
He leaned down and sealed his lips over hers, really kissing her for the first time. Another thing he didn’t normally do, because it implied an intimacy he refused to feel.
Until now.
He thrust his tongue inside her waiting mouth. She tasted like cookies and cream and a slice of heaven, and his heart beat harder in his chest when she rubbed her tongue against his. Of its own accord, his body began to move, his hips rolling against hers, his mouth swallowing her groan of pleasure.
Then he took serious control. Hands braced on either side of her, he raised himself up and pulled his cock out, feeling the drag of her inner walls against his hard length before plunging back deep into her wet core.
God, he’d never felt anything like her before. What made her different, he didn’t know. And when his body demanded more, he stopped caring.
He picked up a demanding pace, and she met him thrust for thrust, her hips arching, her body accepting all of him as he pounded into her. He ripped his mouth from hers, gasping for breath, only to be greeted by frantic sighs and moans.
“Yes. Harder, please, harder,” she insisted.
Her sweet plea mixed with his rising desire. Sweat formed on his forehead, his balls drew up, his climax threatening to barrel into him when suddenly her back arched and she spasmed around him, her own orgasm hitting hard.
“Oh God, Decklan, yes!” she screamed.
His name had him slamming into her again and again, wanting to prolong her pleasure. Tremors shook her far longer than he thought possible, and he struggled to hold back his release. He lost the battle, coming inside her, spilling everything he had to give and more as mini climaxes shuddered through her. Finally, he collapsed against her soft, lush body, completely spent, aware of her breath in his ear.