His mouth covered mine as he held me in the kiss. Our breath was ragged and erratic.
“You wore this for me to fuck you in, didn’t you?” he whispered.
I nodded. God, yes.
“Good,” he growled.
He pulled me into his lap, his hands canvassing my body. His tongue lashed at my neck before licking through the fabric over my nipple. I gasped, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
His fingers climbed my spine, massaging my back with hungry pressure. I leaned into his arms, knowing he had me. He wouldn’t let me fall to the floor. He bit and sucked at my breast, coaxing moans from my mouth while I lingered in his hold, my back arched in full extension like a ballerina. Offering him my body. Giving him everything he wanted.
I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin. He reeled me up to sitting, so I faced him.
“Did you see this bed?” he asked.
“Yes.” I swallowed.
He moved to stand, sliding my thigh away from his waist, and depositing me on the bed. He unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor.
“You didn’t think I brought you here for a wine tour did you?” he asked wickedly.
I bit my lip. I didn’t care about wine. I cared about this. About spending the weekend in bed with Vaughn. About making him happy. About taking everything he gave.
His boxer briefs hit the floor next. The lust crept through me for him. I rolled onto my back, aligning my head with the end of the bed.
“This is why you’re so fucking perfect, Ell.”
He drew one knee next to my shoulder and then the other. His cock bobbed in front of my lips and I whimpered for it. I curled my tongue forward to lick the glistening bead of dew. He tasted salty and sweet. I swallowed with a smile before latching onto the silky skin of his thickness.
“Shit,” he groaned.
I moved quickly, proud of how I could satisfy him this way. He began to sink his cock deeper into my mouth as I opened my throat for him. I sucked and swirled my tongue over the rigid lines of his erection. My hips began to rock gently as he pumped in and out of my mouth and that’s when I felt his tongue slide under my lingerie and lash at my clit.
I almost sputtered with the surprise. He sank deep in my throat as he pushed a finger inside me and his teeth grazed over my nub.
I couldn’t escape the fullness of it. My mouth was his. My clit was his, and my heat. I clutched and squeezed at his fingers, whimpering as he slid in and out of me from all angles. My orgasm was building, faster than I could control it.
I thought I had him. I thought I had led him to the cliff of ecstasy, but I was wrong. He had pushed me off the ledge when I wasn’t looking.
He was relentless, stroking my walls while his tongue circled, building the kind of cataclysmic sensation I didn’t know how to experience. And just when I thought the fullness would push me into an abyss, I felt something new. Something so erotic I bucked with shock. It was taboo. It was off-limits. But the instant Vaughn’s thumb pressed against the forbidden entrance with the promise of breaching it, it was enough to throw my orgasm into another dimension. My body was wracked with pleasure.
His fingers moved deep in me, spreading wider. His cock filled my mouth. His mouth sucked on my clit and his thumb never let up, slipping farther until every part of my body welcomed him. Begged for him. Existed with pleasure because of him.
My release came in epic shattering force, catapulting me into darkness where I could only feel. Nothing existed in those few seconds but pure rapture. And Vaughn had given it to me.
As my breathing slowed, he withdrew his body from me and pivoted on the bed to face me. He pressed a kiss on my lips, sliding his tongue against mine.
His hand slipped under my back and I felt the release of the satin ribbon. He withdrew it and held it up.
“Do you trust me, Ell?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I would trust him with my life, but tonight he wasn’t asking for that. He was promising a closeness I had never desired. Pure and total surrender.
“Don’t move.”
He stepped onto the floor and walked to the end of the bed. He lifted me until I was close to the end post of the bed. He reached for my wrists and I watched in silence as he made two loops around them with the ribbon and then secured them to the post with a knot.
“Are you ok with this?” he asked.