I shiver, understanding his hesitation. If I do this and hate it, I will only worsen his shame. I need to be sure. I see those demons staring me in the face, nearly smiling in hope that my strength falters. “I want this. No doubts. Not a single one.”
He drops his hand, steps back. “For tonight, ‘Stop’ is your safe word, because it’ll be a natural thing for you to say and remember. If anything is too much, I want to know, and I want you to be honest with me.” He grins. It’s a sexy thing to behold. “When we’re more comfortable together, and we play a little harder, you can pick a word that keeps you safe. Understand?”
I swallow against the sudden rise of nerves in my belly. The power exuding from him makes me feel new, inexperienced. “Yes,” I tell him.
Then he’s behind me, his fingers tangling in my hair while he’s kissing my neck, slowly dragging his tongue up along the side, until he’s nibbling my ear. The strength of his body presses tight against my back, and each kiss, each lick he offers comes with a firm squeeze of his hand on my shoulder, on my arm, on my breast, I feel him everywhere.
My breath deepens naturally as his fingers close in my hair, while he moves my head to exactly where he wants it, so he can get the perfect angle to kiss my skin, sometimes giving me openmouthed kisses, other times nipping at the flesh with his teeth.
I never want him to stop.
But then he does.
My eyes open to him when I feel his breath across my face, and then I’m staring into so much confidence and desire, my breath catches in my throat.
“You ready to play, love?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, irrevocably owned by him now.
My lower body fills with heat and weight as he flicks open the button on his slacks and thrusts those, as well as his boxer briefs, down to his ankles. His big, beautiful cock springs free, standing straight up, with veins protruding along the sides, as he steps out of his pants, kicking them aside.
“You want all of me?” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “Then take all of me.”
I’m staring at him as I lower to my knees, gliding my hands down his thighs. He fists his cock, angling himself out to me, and I slowly lick my way up to the round tip. I trace around the curve of smooth skin, watching his head drop back and hearing masculine moans spilling from his mouth. Then I take him in deep, pressing my lips around him. I suck, long and hard, with strokes of my hand following. His low groans slide over me, making me wet, achy, and hot, when he removes his shirt. Ripped abs, the V at the waist, smooth tanned skin, his dark, smoky stare holding mine; I’m sucking harder now.
God, he tastes so good.
I relax my throat, stretching my mouth, taking him deeper. He smells of musk, of man, of mine. I memorize him. I listen to his moans, finding what he likes most and doing just that until he’s trembling. He begins thrusting into my mouth while I’m sucking my cheeks in around him and pumping my hand. I close my lips tight and then he’s moving his hips faster, more urgently.
Precum saltiness slides across my tongue, when he suddenly shouts, “Enough.” He steps back, panting, sweat slicking his squared chest and abs.
His commanding eyes hold mine. I watch the shame leave his face, the tension always lingering near the corner of his eyes slowly vanish. While the dark power in him once drew me to him, this man is who I want. I see a happy forever in his eyes.
The side of his mouth arches as he drags his thumb across my damp lips again. “What’s on that pretty little mind of yours?”
“You,” I whisper the same thing he once said to me. “Always you.”
His low chuckle brushes across me. “No, love, it’s always about you.” He reaches for my hand, and as I rise I see something new in his eyes. “It will never not be about you.” Something that’s truly unleashed and raw. Something I don’t know. Something that’s beyond power and intensity.
Now I’m the one who’s shaking.
Micah
The soft light coming from the bedside table illuminates Allie, casting her body in a mesmerizing glow, and she belongs to me. The silky strands of her hair hang near the sides of her breasts, tightening my groin against the surge of desire encasing me. Her taut nipples tempt me to devour her until I get my fix.
I grasp her chin; her baby blues to my gray. “When you look at me with all that sweet innocence”—the long, unsaid truth rushes from my lips—“it tempts me to steal it away.”
She holds my stare intently. “You can’t steal something when it’s freely given.”
I don’t fight the emotion rising in my throat, when her naked skin presses against mine. I know I’m right where I need to be. My greedy cock jerks against her belly, desperation to take her overwhelms me. I need to get inside her, possess her, control her pleasure. But I force myself to step back and reach for the black hemp rope.
She wants to play. Maybe she hopes this will save me. Maybe it will. Maybe it won’t. But there isn’t a chance in hell I’ll refuse her. The power inside me purrs, relishing her allowing me this right.
I drag the soft strands through my fingers, making a cuff, encouraged by the dilation of her pupils. “Offer your wrists to me, love,” I order.
“Like this?” She lifts her hands.
“More like this.” I bring them closer and a little higher, placing them together, teaching her how I like things. She’s holding her breath when I place the cuff over her wrist, but she shivers nicely when I pull the rope tight. I add the next cuff to her other wrist, and she gives me a delicious hard shudder. I can’t hide my grin, knowing she’s likely never seen it, not this unleashed. “Your reaction is unexpected.”