“You have a safe word,” he reminds me.
“Fuck the safe word,” I growl. “Just touch me. This is torture.”
The grin is swift and sly, and the next thing I know, his fingers are between my legs, strumming my folds as if he’s playing a guitar. He plucks them lightly as if the song is soft and sweet, and then his touch deepens, and I’m nothing but a ball of sensation.
We’re five minutes in, and I’m beside myself with lust.
“If you keep moving your legs like that, I’ll have to tie them, too.”
“I can’t stop moving,” I confess, panting hard. “I need you inside me, Shawn.”
“Sorry, Lex, that’s the wrong answer.”Chapter 10~Shawn~God, she’s magnificent, sprawled out on my bed, writhing in wanton need. I’ll give her what she wants, but not quite yet.
I have some fun in store for her first.
I gently cup her ankle in my hand, tie it to the bedpost, and then do the same to the other side before standing back to take her in. She’s fully restrained with my red ropes knotted against her pale flesh.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my bloody life.
Her blue eyes are wide and focused on mine. Not a drop of fear. No, there’s nothing fearful about the way she’s watching me right now.
She’s absolutely turned on, which is precisely what I want from her.
“Do you know,” I begin as I step to her and drag my fingertip up the inside of her left leg, “how unbelievably sexy you are, Lexi?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head no.
“Always answer me with words, please.”
“No.”
“I dream about you,” I confess as I watch my finger tickle her navel. “And when I’m awake, I long for you, for your touch. I don’t think I can say that about anyone else I’ve ever been with. You’ve put some kind of spell on me, and I don’t think I mind at all.”
“I don’t mind either.”
I grin and lean over to kiss her nipples, pull them between my lips and play as my hand eases between her legs. The heel of my hand presses against her clit as I push two fingers inside her and watch as her back bows off of the bed, and she cries out.
“Yes!”
She’s slick and ready for me, but I hold back because once I start fucking her, I won’t stop until we’re both spent.
And I want this to last.
I send her up and over the first peak, and when she’s coming down from that initial high, I cover her with my body and kiss her shoulder, then up her neck to her lips.
She gives as good as she gets. If her hands were free, she’d be tugging at my hair and scratching her nails down my back.
She’s a bloody delight in bed.
“I can’t get enough of your tight, wee body,” I say, watching her eyes as I let my hand roam over her. “Your skin is like silk, and your voice is a siren’s call that I’ll never get tired of.”
“I love it when you talk to me,” she admits breathlessly. “That hint of Ireland in your voice is the sexiest thing ever.”
I smile softly. “It’s my accent you enjoy, is it then?”
Kicking it up a notch isn’t difficult.
I’m rewarded with a long, low moan.
Interesting.
“And what if I tell you, with this accent, that it’s savage how turned on I am when I look at you all tangled up in my ropes?”
“Good God, you just got hotter.”
I grin against her skin and place a kiss on her jawline. I can’t resist her any longer. I reach back and, with a flick of my wrist, release one ankle and then the other. Her legs immediately come up around my hips, and I slide inside her, stopping when I’m seated balls-deep.
“Christ,” I mutter, clenching my eyes shut as the base of my spine immediately tingles at the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me.
With my lips on hers, I move my hips slowly.
“Are you trying to kill us?” she asks.
“What a way to go.”
She laughs, but when I grind the base of my cock against her clit, that chuckle turns into a moan, and I feel her start to spasm around me.
“That’s right, angel. Give in to it.”
Her head falls back, and she comes spectacularly, pulling me right along with her.
I reach up and release her hands, and she immediately wraps them around my neck, still linked together. The red rope falls between us, looped around her breast.
“Sexiest thing ever,” I mutter before kissing her softly. “Thank you for this.”
“Uh, you’re welcome. Any time. Really.”
I roll us to our sides and pull her hands over my head so I can work on untying them. The knot I made on her wrists is different from the quick release ones I did on her feet and the bedposts.