Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Does the same with the left.

I shift my wrists, testing the restraints. They're not tight enough to hurt, but they're tight enough to keep me bound.

I can still move my arms.

But...

He moves to the foot of the bed. Stares down at me. "Those stay over your head. Understand?"

"Or?"

"Or I stop."

No... anything but that.

I nod. I understand. And, God, I want it too.

I want all of him.

He climbs back onto the bed.

Plants between my legs.

Slowly, he drags his lips up my inner thigh, over my sex, down my other leg to the inside of my knee.

He traces his path. Again. Again.

Again.

He gets harder.

Harder.

Fuck, I'm aching.

I need him.

I need to come.

I need everything.

He nips at my inner thigh. So, so close to where he needs to be.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Fuck—

His tongue flicks against my clit.

It's soft.

Slow.

My body floods with pleasure as he laps at me.