His face was so earnest that she said, “I promise. I’ll stop you.”
Apparently liking her response, he said, “Good girl,” and gave her a brief, hard kiss on the mouth. He then began to bind her wrists together. Once that was complete, he tied them to one of the metal rungs of her bed frame.
“Too tight?” he asked.
She gave the bindings a gentle tug and said, “No.”
She had been worried that she would feel constricted and out of control. She, as a rule, didn’t do out of control. She didn’t feel either of those things, though. She felt anticipation, desire, maybe some nerves about the unknown, but no fear.
He worked his way back down to her thighs. Swiping his tongue against her upper thigh, he licked away some of the stickiness of her arousal and said, “Christ, Princess. You taste so good.”
He proceeded to run his mouth and tongue around the outside of her soaked pussy, groaning against her flesh as he lapped at her. Leaning back, he parted her with his thumbs and blew gently against her.
Her hips snapped up in response as she attempted in vain to press herself against his mouth. He pressed her hips down with one hand, and said, “I didn’t say you could move those.” She gave a soft moan as he continued to blow gently against her sensitized flesh. Rolling her hips, she sought relief, knowing there was only one way she’d get it.
When he delivered a light slap against her pussy, the delicious shock went straight to her core. Crying out, she said, “Oh, fuck. Evan.”
He looked up at her and asked, “You like it when I smack your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, completely lost.
He gave her a slightly harder slap and asked, “Is that what you needed?”
“No,” she panted.
“Tell—me—what—you—need,” he said roughly, his words punctuated with a series of light taps that brought her right to the edge of sanity.
“Please. Please,” she cried as she rolled her hips. “I need you! I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
She no longer cared about the game. She just needed him. Desperately.
He sighed with relief and then asked, “Should I take the e
dge off first or do you want me inside?”
She rolled her hips, hoping to ease the ache as she said, “Inside. Inside.”
“Condoms?” he asked, looking at her.
“Top drawer of the night stand.” She panted.
Quickly he retrieved a condom and rolled it on. In one smooth motion, he propped her legs up on his shoulders and buried himself inside her.
They both cried out in relief. She said, “Oh god, that’s what I needed.”
“You held out for long enough. I was going out of my mind,” he said as he slammed back into her. He continued to thrust into her at a hard, steady pace. With each stroke, the friction sent another wave of pleasure straight to her core. Feeling the familiar tightening low in her belly, she moaned.
“Fuck, Princess,” he ground out. “That’s right. I can feel you clenching around me.”
A few strokes later she shuddered against him, crying out in release. He continued to pound into her, his hips slapping against her. Her body became one throbbing mass of sensation and pleasure. She felt another release coming quickly on the heels of the last.
She arched her back as wave after wave of release pummeled her until she was almost unable to breath. He reached forward between her thighs and rubbed his fingertips against her clit. Just as the tension became unbearable, she shattered around him, screaming out his name.
A few strokes later he froze above her, groaning as he emptied himself into the condom.
He shifted slightly, pulling out of her. When her legs slid down from where they had been propped against his shoulders, he leaned in to give her a quick kiss. Then he groaned slightly and got up off the bed. As he moved into the bathroom, she heard him mumbling.
Taryn lay there, still a little bit in shock. She had never come like that before. It had always been fun, but after tonight, she suspected perhaps she’d been doing it wrong. She could still feel it down to her toes.