Donuts and Handcuffs

dge of my pale blue comforter. He took off his shirt, laying it over the back of my chair, and sat beside me. Then he laid down, pulling me on top of him. “You’re in control, Bailey. Whatever you want. Nothing you don’t.”

“I think... I’d rather you take the lead,” I whispered. “I want... whatever you like.”

“Stop being so damn Canadian,” he chuckled, making me laugh with him. Rolling me onto my side, he ran his hand under my robe to caress my back. “If you really want me to take over, I’m going to torture you with politeness.”

I giggled, then again when I realized we’d been in bed together for maybe a minute and I’d already laughed more with him than I ever had while being physical with a guy. Even though I’d only had one man in my past.

“Speaking of manners,” he said, looking worried, “Do you have condoms?”

I shook my head. “I’m on the pill. And, um, I had a full round of tests over a year ago.” I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Me too, but two years.” His finger tipped my chin up to meet his eyes. “You’re okay without?” I nodded. “You’ll tell me if anything is too much?” I nodded again.

Then I realized that my sudden shyness might imply that I’d cooled down, when in fact I was almost dizzy with desire. Reaching out, I ran my hands over his massive chest, kissing his skin, trailing my way down. For a man this powerful to be so gentle, it somehow unraveled me.

Everything with my ex had been fast and rough. Daniel was a much different flavor of breathless. Exquisitely slow. Achingly tender. The flashes of heat across every inch of my skin he touched spelled out that my pleasure came first, in every language I’d ever heard of.

He pulled my robe off slowly, kissing along my shoulder as he unwrapped me. The way his eyes grew wide made me blush. “You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, rolling onto his side so he could slide my robe off completely.

Unbuttoning more of his shirt, he helped me pull it off. Those arms that felt so wonderful when they held me were also quite something to look at.

Daniel’s mouth latched onto my breast, and I moaned, gripping the back of his shoulders as I held him against me. He seemed fascinated with my skin. I was already addicted to his touch.

His tongue swirled around my nipple as I quivered under him. My hands were everywhere, wandering aimlessly as we moved against each other.

I couldn’t reach his pants, and was relieved when he slid them off. As he laid over me, I could feel his thickness against my hip, and a shudder of raw desire overtook me. His mouth began devouring my other breast as his hand slid down my stomach, skimming over my mound delicately.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured.

His fingertips pulsed across my most intimate skin, and I heard myself moan as my legs fell open. I gasped as his finger grazed my clit softly, stroking back and forth. He was so delicate with those large hands that I felt myself almost liquefying under his touch.

His mouth glided up my throat as he slipped a single finger into my soaking pussy. I moaned again in surprise, whispering, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before.”

He kissed slowly across my cheek as he filled me steadily. “I can feel how much you want me. You’re driving me wild, Bailey.”

Winding my fingers into the back of this thick hair, I pulled his mouth to mine. I needed him to feel my hunger. Reaching down with my other hand, I could finally grasp his shaft. He heard my sharp inhale as my palm glided over the full size of it.

“I’ll be so gentle with you, baby,” he murmured.

Gripping him firmly, I took long, slow strokes, loving the way his shoulders tensed from my touch. Then he moved from my grasp, kissing lower until I realized where he was headed. “I bet you’re as delicious as your treats,” he grinned, parting me wide open with his thumbs.

“Oh!” I cried out, feeling the warm, wet sensation of his wide tongue dragging through my folds.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “I knew you’d be sweet, but this is ridiculous.”

He dug in, absolutely feasting on my open, wet pussy until I saw stars. I couldn’t believe the raw heat coursing through my veins. I’d never been this warm, never felt overheated before. I was nearly sweating.

As his tongue lapped slowly, dreamily across my throbbing button, he slid two fingers inside me. I felt another shudder run through him when I frantically gripped the back of his neck. “So hot and wet,” he growled in that rich, deep voice. “Let me hear it, Bailey.”

There was nothing I could have done to stop it even if I’d wanted to. My entire body was on fire, his tongue licking like a flame across my skin. My pulse galloped. My muscles stiffened. A wail tore through me that didn’t sound human as I came against his mouth, gushing and shaking.

“Daniel,” I cried, overcome with the force of the most massive orgasm of my life. “Yes, oh…” I moaned with relief, feeling like pent up energy was being purged from my system.

He kissed his way back up my body to meet my lips. But then he paused to grin at me. “Those were the hottest little squeals I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Shush,” I said automatically. “A lady never squeals.”

Two thick fingers thrust inside me again, and my squeal rang through the room. “Mine does,” he murmured, lying over me.