When he finally reached out, trailing a hand across her belly, her breathing quickened. With his other hand he reached up and traced a finger across her bottom lip. She parted her lips slightly, surprised when he stuck the tip of his finger in her mouth.
She flicked her tongue against it, and then drew it into her mouth. If the desire in his eyes was any indication, then that was clearly what he had intended. He continued to work his finger gently in and out of her mouth for another moment more, before he removed it and circled around to press himself against her back.
She relaxed herself against the hard wall of his chest, and felt the beginnings of an erection press against her lower back. He lowered his mouth to nip at her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her. One hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple while the other dipped between her thighs. He ran his fingers along her slippery folds, unerringly finding the bundle of nerves there.
He timed each slide of his fingers across her aching clit so that he gave her nipple a light pinch at the same time. He had only begun to touch her and she already felt an orgasm building low in her belly. She pressed her hips back against him, eager to be filled.
When he released her breast and slid his hands out from between her thighs, she whimpered. His hands moved to her hips and pressed her back against him.
Taryn could only groan in response. Already, she ached.
“Would you like that inside of you?” he asked, pressing his hips into her lower back.
“Yes,” she said, rocking back against him.
“Mmm,” he said regretfully. “I don’t think I’m quite ready yet. Kneel down for me.”
She knew exactly what he intended, so she knelt down and looked up at him. The look of approval in his eyes had her heart pounding.
“Hands behind your back, baby. Mouth open, stick out your tongue.”
As she complied, he slid down the gym shorts to reveal a fully aroused cock. Grabbing it in his fist, he stroked it a few times before he tapped the underside of it against her tongue. “Get it wet for me,” he said gruffly.
Leaning in, she licked around the tip, then ran her tongue along the length. Moments later, he reached around to grip the hair at the nape of her neck and said, “Now, suck.”
She leaned forward and drew him into her mouth. When she pulled her head back, he fisted his hand in her hair and said, “Eyes open. Look at me.”
He held her head in place and began to thrust his cock steadily into her mouth. Taryn opened her eyes, watching him as he fucked her mouth. When she began to suck harder, he groaned and said, “Good girl. Like that.”
She moaned around his cock. There was something so arousing about those two words. He tightened his grip on her hair and said, “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”
She felt another gush of arousal between her thighs at his praise. He pushed further into her mouth, until her nose brushed against his pelvis. He cursed and said, “Oh god. Take it all. Take it all.”
Taryn felt her own arousal coating her inner thighs, now. Every thrust into her mouth put her closer to the edge. He wouldn’t have to do anything but brush against her, and she’d explode at this rate. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to stop the ache.
She immediately heard him say, “Thighs apart, baby. Not yet.”
Taryn whimpered around his cock, desperate to take the edge off of her arousal.
“You can come now,” he said. “But you won’t come later if you do. I’ll let that be your choice.”
Taryn kept her hands behind her back and moved her legs apart.
His voice strained, he asked her, “Are you going to get me hard again when I come in your mouth, baby?”
Taryn tried her best to nod. When she felt his cock nudge against the back of her throat, she concentrated on breathing through her nose. The hand fisted in her hair tightened. She moaned in response.
He groaned her name, both as a curse and a warning. Seconds later, he exploded in her mouth on a rough groan.
Taryn swallowed until he eased back. As he pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, he said, “Jesus Christ.” She was surprised when he reached down to stroke a hand against her cheek. He looked at her now with such naked adoration in his eyes that it was almost startling.
She panted slightly, catching her breath. He reached down to help her into a standing position again.
As he looked her over again, he said, “Lie on the bed for me. On your back. Hands on the headboard.”
When she lay down, he moved to his dresser, rummaging, until he pulled out a long piece of cloth. She idly wondered if he was going to bind her hands again. He walked toward her and said, “Lift your head up.”
He blindfolded her, then asked, “Can you see anything?”