His hands roamed my back, sliding over silk to find the nape of my neck and he held me. Owned me.
We kissed and kissed. A thousand kisses. Hotter and faster. Harder. His teeth raked my tongue and I slid my hands all over his bare skin, memorizing the muscles, slipping just beneath the back waist of his pants.
“This is a mistake,” he said against my mouth.
“Probably.”
He looked at me in the moonlight and I could feel him pulling away. Being, for whatever reason, reasonable.
Boo.
I slipped my hand out of the back of his pants and placed it against his dick. He groaned, head tilted back. Yeah. Reasonable left the building twenty minutes ago when I heard him playing piano. Reasonable left the building when he walked into it.
I opened his pants, slipping my hand against his skin and the cotton of his boxers so I could wrap my fingers around the length of his cock.
He was hot and hard in my hand, pulsing against my skin. My name slipped out of his clenched teeth, a curse and a promise. My thumb slipped around the head of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from the tip and I loved the reality of his surrender. I loved what he could not control.
“Fuck, Savannah,” he breathed and wrapped me in his arms holding me tight against his body.
That’s the idea.
He walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed. He forced me to sit, and then he fell to his knees in front of me.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.” His hands pulled open the belt on my robe, sliding the purple silk away from my body, revealing me in the moonlight. His hands stroked my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. I reached for him, but he took my hands and held them still at my sides.
“My way,” he said.
“But-“
He yanked the purple sash of my robe out of the loops and then wrapped it around my wrists, behind my body.
“Matt,” I breathed, unable to control how wet this got me. How on fire I was naked and tied in front of him.
“Yeah,” he said, satisfaction all over his face. “I like you like this. Christ, Savannah,” he whispered. His hands cupped my breasts and he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth. Gentle at first but then harder until I groaned with the pleasure/pain of it.
“That’s what you like,” he whispered like he’d figured out one of my secrets. “Pleasure until it hurts.”
And that’s what he gave to me. Until I was trembling under his touch. I cried out and he kissed me.
“You have to be quiet, Savannah,” he whispered into my mouth. “If you’re not quiet I’ll have to stop. Do you want me to stop?”
I whimpered and shook my head. I hurt for him. Ached and burned. If we stopped I’d never recover. I bit my lip until I tasted blood.
He slipped his hands under my body and pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs out wider with his chest as he went.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his fingers combing through the white blonde curls between my legs. “So pink. So,” his finger slid inside and I jumped swallowing my moan. “So fucking wet. Savannah. Can you feel how wet you are?”
I nodded, but he wasn’t looking at my face. Every bit of his considerable attention was locked between my legs and I was almost scared by it. By what would happen next, like I knew that nothing would be the same.
And then he bent, spread me open with his thumbs and put his mouth on me. My hips shot off the bed and I could not control the high moan that slipped out of my mouth. His mouth stayed where it was but he lifted on hand and slipped it over my lips, sliding his fingers inside my mouth, keeping me quiet. I sucked his fingers and he sucked my clit and when I came… oh my God.
It felt like light exploded out of my body. The shadows I lived with were obliterated and I was only light and joy and an orgasm that rolled and rolled through me.
I had fallen back, my arms trapped under my body and I spread my legs for him, waiting for the thick press of his cock, but it never came. He stayed, kneeling between my legs head bowed.
“Matt,” I whispered and managed to push myself back up. Something in the bend of his head and the tilt of his face away from me made me want to touch him. But my arms were still tied.
He kissed my knee. The top of my thigh and stood up. His cock was hard and thick, poking up out of his boxers which were all wet from the come that had oozed out of him. I leaned forward to press my lips against it, to suck it into my mouth to give him just a little of what he’d given me.