He rolled his tongue over her, sucking with the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. And once she fell, he’d be on her. She pressed closer, a breathy cry escaping her, and wantonly pumped herself against his mouth.
She was close. So fucking close. He could taste it. Feel it.
“C-Can I come?” she asked, her words coming in breathless spurts. “Please?”
He grinned against her. “Yes. Now.”
He slapped the side of her ass and moved closer to her pussy, tracing her slit again. The whole time he did this, his mouth worked over her. When he slipped a finger inside her, crooking it just right, she stiffened and cried out, her body convulsing around his finger. He pulled out and let her fall back to the mattress.
“Look at me.” After positioning himself at her entry, he lifted her hips and tilted them up. She stared at him, the picture of eroticism. “And Tara?”
Her body trembled under his. Strained to get closer. “Yeah?”
“Next time I make you come, don’t shut me out. I want you watching me.” He rubbed his cock against her clit. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes on me.”
Biting down on her lip, she nodded. “I w-won’t.”
He tightened his grip on her hips, flexing his fingers, and took a calming breath. When he thrust inside her…he found heaven. Fucking. Heaven. He pulled back and pushed inside her again, all the way. Her pussy clenched his cock, squeezing him in more. She was so fucking tight. He thrust deeper, then tensed when she cried out.
He hesitated. “That okay?”
“Yes.” She tightened her legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He tsked. “That wasn’t a proper request.”
“Please. Please, please, please.” She heels dug into his ass, and he stopped thinking about requests or demands or anything at all.
He squeezed her hips, watching the spot where their bodies joined. His cock, buried deep inside of her. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. “Fuck. Yes.”
He gritted his teeth and withdrew before shoving deep inside her. Hard. She cried out and balled her fists. Moving faster, he repeated the motion. She matched his rhythm, rising to meet him each time he withdrew, and then surged back. Never once failing to be ready and waiting.
And she never shut him out, either.
Moaning, she sank her heels in harder, urging him closer. He let her fall back down to the mattress and rested his weight on his elbows. Cupping her face, he slammed his mouth down on hers. Her tongue dueled with his, and he moved faster. Desperate for the release he knew she could give him. Needing to come.
She struggled against the cuffs again, and he debated removing them so she could hold him. But he was too far gone for that. He wanted…needed…
“C-Can I come?” she cried out, tightening around him.
He pushed into her deeper, sweat dripping down and blurring his vision. “Yes. Fucking come.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
She clenched down on his cock, sending him straight to heaven, and she went stiff. Her orgasm had induced his own. He threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan. When they crashed back down to earth together, her body went limp and her legs fell to the sides.
He nipped at her shoulder. He was beginning to worry he might never get enough of her. Might never want to let her go. And the thought terrified him more than any bomb ever could. Lowering his head into the crook of her neck, he hid his face.
He didn’t want her to see him right now. Didn’t want her to know how much this had affected him. He took a shuddering breath, then pushed off the mattress, needing to distance himself from her.
As he crossed the room to the wastebasket, the cuffs slid against wood again. She cleared her throat. “So, uh, can you undo me now?”
He glanced over his shoulder. She was spread wide, her pale skin flushed from the pleasure she’d found. The pleasure he’d given her. He dropped the condom into the can and turned to face her. “Nah.”
Rolling her eyes, she tugged on the cuffs. “Haha, so funny. Now get the key.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, deciding now would be a good time for some payback. “I don’t think so.”
Her pleasant expression faded away, and her brow furrowed. “Don’t even tell me you’re being serious.”