“No, no. Do that again, please.”
He chuckled and said, “Not quite yet.”
When he had settled between her thighs, he began to rub the head of his cock against her slippery flesh. He said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Desperate to be filled, she complied. She felt him press forward, until he was buried inside her. She whimpered and said, “I feel so full.”
In response, he reached up to run his fingertips along her cheek.
He began to slide in and out of her at a maddeningly gentle pace. Eventually he leaned back, trailing his hand between her breasts. He gave the chain a gentle tug that had her crying out and clenching around him. He groaned in response, and continued to periodically pull on it until she was panting his name and rocking her hips against his, on the verge of another orgasm.
Just when the tension became almost unbearable, he pulled out of her and said, “On all fours.”
She whimpered at the loss and waited for him to move so she could comply.
He
shifted, then helped her up and positioned her. Once she was on all fours, she felt the palm of his hand press between her shoulder blades. She lowered the upper half of her body so that it lay on the bed and turned her face to the side.
This position put her clamped nipples in direct contact with the mattress. She moaned at the delicious sensation when he wove his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged on it gently. He poised himself at her opening again.
“I’m not going to be gentle now,” he said, his voice strained.
“Don’t be,” she begged. “Don’t be gentle.”
He drove into her, all traces of the earlier tenderness gone. Each time he slid into her, her clamped nipples rubbed and pressed against the comforter. The combination of the increased pressure on her already tender breasts and quick thrusts that brushed her g-spot was driving her wild. She exploded again, moaning out his name.
When she started to slide forward, he released her hair and said, “Not yet, baby. You’ve got another one in there. Give it to me.”
She felt the sting of his palm against her ass cheek and gave a low moan as she felt herself immediately begin to clench up again. Her hips working against his now, she said, “Oh. Oh god. Like that. Fuck, Evan!”
He continued to slam into her at a punishing pace. The slap of skin against skin was punctuated only by their uneven, harsh breathing and her cries.
In a ragged voice, he said, “Tell me who this tight little pussy belongs to. Say it, Taryn. I need you to say it.”
His words pushed her over the edge. She felt herself shatter into a million pieces as she yelled out, “You! Evan. This pussy is yours. It’s only yours!”
He exploded inside her seconds later on a harsh groan. Releasing his grip on her, she felt him pull out of her and collapse onto the mattress beside her. He urged her to follow so she moved to lie on her side.
When he untied the blindfold and slid it off of her eyes, she blinked rapidly as her eyes readjusted to the light. He said, “This is probably going to hurt for a second. Just be still when I take them off. Take a deep breath for me and then slowly let it out.”
She nodded, looking down at her nipples now. The clamps looked like big tweezers. When he slid one of the rings up, she felt the blood rushing back into her nipple along with the sharp stab of pain she’d been told to expect. He moved his mouth down and began to gently lick and suck on it.
Thankfully, the sharp pain subsided quickly. He repeated the motion, removing the clamp from her other nipple. She winced again until his mouth soothed the ache.
He tossed the clamps along with the blindfold and wand-like thing over the side of the bed and then moved to lie down next to her. She lay flat on her back, her breathing still uneven, as the remnants of pleasure continued to course through her body.
He lay on his side next to her, stroking a hand through her damp hair. They were both sweaty and probably desperately in need of a shower, but she couldn’t move. When leaned in and brushed his lips against her forehead, she turned to cuddle against him.
In that moment, she felt the wall that she built around herself shudder. What they had experienced was raw and primal. It would be easy to say that it had been just sex. It had clearly been about finding pleasure for both of them, but it wasn’t just about that. The way that he looked at her, the way he saw inside her, that was entirely new territory for her. She didn’t just feel desired. She felt cherished. And she had no idea what to do with that.
Chapter 12
Evan stroked a hand over her hair, as she lay there next to him, utterly replete. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her brow. When she rolled to face him, he saw a warm, sated smile spread across her face. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed his lips gently against her mouth.
As she snuggled into him, she made a small noise of pleasure that almost sounded like a purr. He couldn’t help the smug grin that pulled at his lips. He watched as her eyes flickered open. Reaching down, he tipped her chin up and said, “That was…”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I don’t even have words.”