“Nope.” He flicks it off. “That’s all you get.”
He repeats the same exquisite torture several times.
My orgasm flutters closer. I bite my bottom lip and slow my movements, circling my hips in exaggerated motions. Waves of bliss pulse down on me.
“I’m—”
“Go ahead, Sunshine.” He clutches my hip but doesn’t interrupt my flow. “You earned it.”
I want to respond but I’m too busy having an out-of-body experience. Every nerve ending sings with pleasure. He drags his hand to my stomach and up over my ribs. I roll my hips faster, dizzy with anticipation. So close. He strokes his thumb against my collarbones. I tilt my head to the side.
“Is that what you want?” he rasps.
Pleasure coils tighter through me. “So close.”
He grips my throat, gently squeezing. Colors burst behind my eyes as I’m finally, blissfully thrown over the edge. I wrap my hands around his powerful forearm and grind against him harder.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Don’t you ever think I’d let someone else ride my cock.”
“Mine,” I whisper.
“That’s right, Sunshine,” he rasps. “Come for me.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. The orgasm hits me like an explosion. Waves and waves wash over me.
“Thank you,” I chant again and again.
He groans but I’m barely aware of his release. The pleasure stretches into something timeless I can’t quite grasp as it goes on and on.
Marcel quickly unties me. Tingles race into my limbs as he frees me from the ruined blouse and cradles me in his arms. He sits back in the chair, holding me secure.
He studies my neck, kissing every couple inches.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
“Nothing.” He drops a kiss in an extra-ticklish spot, and my shoulders jerk. “I don’t want to leave any marks on you.”
Always so rough but gentle.“No? You don’t want everyone to know I belong to you?”
“I have better ways to brand you than bruises, Sunshine.” He runs his hands over my arms. “Do they hurt? I shouldn’t have left you tied at that angle for so long.”
I open and close my hands a few times. “I’m fine. A little lightheaded from the supernova orgasm.”
He rumbles with laughter. “Supernova? I like that. I’m going to make you wait more often.”
“I wanted to kill you and fuck you senseless every time you cut me off.” I snuggle against him. We’re a naked heap in my office, sweaty and breathing hard.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” I whisper.
“Me too.”
I hope you never have to leave again.