Trusting Sydney (The Temptation Saga 6)

“Pull your knees up under you,” he said.

She obeyed, and he added another finger. This position allowed him to go deeper, stretching and probing, filling an emptiness she hadn’t known existed.

She thought she might come right there.

Again.

“Oh!” Cold again, this time against her secret opening.

No one had ever touched her there. Yet no fear consumed her. She trusted Sam.

It was another ice cube, and as it melted and the tiny rivers of water trickled between her cheeks, tickling her, she sighed. She’d never known this kind of play could be so fulfilling.

If her hands were free, she could reach between her legs and stroke her clit. She’d come for sure.

But her hands weren’t free. Desire to touch herself, to touch Sam, built within her until she thought for sure she’d explode.

“Sam, please! Let me go. I need to…I need…”

“No.” Still stroking her with his fingers, he replaced the ice cube with his tongue.

Ah God, soft warmth. He licked her there, in that private place, and she was thrilled. Electricity sizzled through her veins. How could this feel so good? So right?

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated against the sensitive skin of her crease. “You’re sweet.”

The feelings coursing through her were entirely new, things she’d never imagined feeling. Images swirled through her mind’s eye, of Sam taking her in her ass. Would he? She didn’t know. Would she let him if he wanted to?

Oh, yes. She would.

“Ah, God!” The fingers of his other hand found her swollen clit. Only a few strokes, and the sparks coursed through her again.

How many orgasms could her body take before it shut down and couldn’t take any more? She had a sneaking suspicion she would find out today.

Swirling images funneled through her mind. She and Sam riding horses together across the sprawling acres of the ranch—she and Sam making love in her hotel room at the Windsor that first night five years ago—kissing and licking Sam’s cock until he exploded against her tongue—a Colorado sunset with Sam, the pink-and-orange clouds forming a heart over the mountains as they held hands, kissed, vowed to love each other forever.

All from being blindfolded, sensory deprived.

“More,” he said to her. “Come for me again.”

“Sam, please, I—”

“Come!” he commanded.

She imploded into the bed, her body sinking downward, floating on the bottom of a lush green sea. She was a mermaid, swinging her tail and laughing at sea creatures as her body moved inward, outward, in and out of itself.

Throbbing, pulsing, convulsing, materializing and dematerializing.

“Sam, please. I have to touch you!”

He thrust his cock into her.

He started slowly, rocking back and forth into her tight channel. In. Out. In. Out.

Oh. My. God.

She wouldn’t come again. She couldn’t. She knew that. But still, he felt so wonderful inside her, filled her, completed her.

“You feel so good on my cock, sweetheart,” he said. “So damn good.”