Her Two Lovers

He’d give Eve anything. When he’d returned from turning off his cell phone and she’d demanded he lick her pussy, he’d almost creamed all over himself right there. Eve was the strongest woman he knew. She knew how to get what she wanted in life. Now he wanted her to take what she wanted in the bedroom. From him.

“What do you want, Eve?” His deep voice trembled, and he steadied it. “Tell me.”

“Anything you want, Jon.” She winked at him.

His cock hardened even further. Damn, she was beautiful. “I want you to take what you’re after, gorgeous.” He steadied his voice again. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Hmm.” Her foggy eyes twinkled. “I do have something in mind, handsome. Lie down.”

He complied, the rumpled blankets a soft comfort against his tense, needy body. He waited for another command, but instead she backed toward the door. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.” She returned momentarily, her hands filled with several of the smaller scarves she used as color accents on her various dance costumes.

What did she have up her sleeve? Hell, he didn’t care. Whatever it was, he was game.

“Grasp the headboard, Jonny.”

What? He widened his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed and fingered the silky fabric. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders. Curls dangled over her milky breasts. His erection surged in time with his rapid pulse.

“You heard me. You’ve been begging me to take charge all evening.” She leaned forward and brushed her satiny lips against his. “This is something I’ve always fantasized about. Now grasp the headboard.”

Smiling, he did as she demanded. The sheer material floated over his hands and wrists as she bound him.

“There you are,” she said, “try moving now.”

He could move his wrists but they were tied to the bars of the headboard with some type of hitch. Did she actually know what she was doing?

“Comfortable? Not too tight?”

“No. Not tight at all. But I can’t move.”

She let out a girlish giggle. “That’s the idea.”

The husky depth of her voice trickled over him like a smoky cognac warmed in a snifter. She was one hell of a woman.

“Now that you’ve got me here, honey, what exactly are you going to do with me?”

“Hmm. Well, I know one thing’s for certain.”

He shivered. “What’s that?”

“Eventually, I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you.”

His cock was rock-hard. Hard enough to slice through a diamond, no doubt. Jon’s arms tensed against the restraints. Damn, he wanted to grab her, kiss her, stuff his cock deep into her hot flesh. But now he was playing by her rules. And God, that turned him on. He burned hotter than blue flame.

She started with moist little kisses to his cheeks and neck. Each touch of her lips scorched him, sent sparks flying to the tip of his sensitive cock. He thrust his hips upward, searching for heat, wet, suction. A welcoming sheath. Such a tease! Eve’s soft hair tickled his shoulders and chest like delicate feathers. She trailed her mouth to his and kissed him. A firm kiss, yet a controlled kiss.

“Mmm,” she said against his lips. “I shouldn’t kiss you. I should tease you. Make you crazy. But I can’t resist your beautiful lips, Jonny.”

Beautiful? They were too red for a guy. Weird though, women seemed to love them. If Eve loved them, that was okay by him.

“Kissing me is teasing me, honey. Especially when I really want that sweet mouth on my cock.”

“Been there, done that.” She nipped at his chin and kissed downward to his chest. “You are a magnificent man, Jon. Gorgeous and sculpted.” She bit a nipple.

He nearly exploded. “God, Eve.”

“I’m going to kiss every inch of you. Every single inch of that muscular physique. Then I’m going to sink my pussy onto your cock. Sound good?” She chuckled against his pecs. She traced a lazy circle around the other nipple.