She glanced down at his handiwork. Her small br**sts did look good—maybe even tempting—highlighted with the silk scarves he’d twisted and wrapped around her.
Ronin lowered his mouth to her right nipple. He sucked. Vigorously. Then softly. Opening his mouth wider to bring more of her flesh inside. When she started to wiggle, he placed the heel of his hand on the rise of her mound and pushed her hips down.
His control of the situation, of her, ratcheted her need higher.
Amery bit her lip when he positioned himself on the bed between her thighs and planted kisses in a straight line over her belly button, her lower abdomen, stopping when he reached the start of her bikini line.
He glanced up at her. “How many times should I make you come with my mouth before I f**k you again?” He nudged her thighs open wider with his shoulders. He ran the pads of his thumbs up the inside of her pu**y lips and opened her like a flower.
“Um . . . twice?”
“Good answer. Even if you’d said once, I would’ve made you come twice.”
Ronin licked her. Delicately at first. Then he flattened his tongue and dragged it up her slit. He drew circles around her clit. Tiny, barely there circles before he pushed through her tissues and jammed his tongue inside her pu**y completely.
She wanted to arch up. Dig her heels into the mattress and grind her pu**y into his face. But she feared if she tried to take control, he’d remind her he was in charge by withholding her orgasms.
So Amery focused on the strength of his shoulders pushing her thighs apart and the velvety softness of his tongue. His alternating use of tender licks and brutal sucks. The soft silk of his hair tickling the crease of her thighs. He flicked her clit with a firm tongue. Once he started that, Amery knew she wouldn’t last. Her legs trembled. She clenched her fists. So close. God, she could feel that pulsing need hovering just out of reach.
He made a growling noise against her sensitive flesh. Then he rapidly sucked her clit as his thumbs gently stroked the inner folds of her pu**y.
The combination of relentlessness and gentleness sent her off like a rocket. She couldn’t help thrashing. The scarf around her wrists tightened and she could feel the blood pulsing beneath the bindings in the same cadence as the spasms in her sex. Spasms that intensified with every hard pull of his mouth.
Then it was over and she felt strangely bereft as Ronin eased back, still nuzzling and stroking her inner thighs, kissing the skin between her hip bones.
Why did Amery have the overwhelming urge to curl into a ball and cry? Because he’d just shown her that she wasn’t a cold bitch in bed? He’d proven that she could burn hot and fast with a man who took the time to find her fuse before he prematurely lit the match.
Those hard-skinned hands traveled up her sides. Ronin stroked the skin below the scarf crisscrossing her br**sts. He crawled up her body, his hands pressing into the mattress beneath her shoulders, his warm mouth connecting with the skin below her ear. “Sweet baby. Has no man ever made you come like that?”
“No. It’s only been like this with you. The time with the candle wax and before downstairs and now . . . this.”
He dragged an openmouthed kiss down to her collarbone, the move so possessively erotic she knew he’d left a mark on more than just her skin. “I will make you come like that all the time. You’re beautiful all the time. But you’re especially beautiful when you unravel from my touch.”
“I want you to unravel for me too, Ronin.” She angled her chin and brushed a kiss across his forehead. “I want my hands in your hair, scratching your back, clutching your ass when you’re f**king me this time. Please untie me.”
Without a word he reached up and untied her. He checked her wrists for marks and rubbed her palms. “Any numbness?”
“No.”
“Tell me if you get strange tingling, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ronin snagged a condom off the nightstand.
Amery pushed up on her elbows. “Huh-uh. Hand it over. I get to do that this time.” She plucked the package from his fingers. “I’m glad you remembered them, because I’m fresh out.” She laughed. “Fresh out. Right. I haven’t needed them for several years.”
When Ronin cupped her chin and swept the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, she darted her tongue out to taste herself on him. She’d never dared do that before.
He murmured, “Again.”
On the second pass she licked all the way around it and suckled the tip.
“Do you like that? Does it feel dirty?”
“Not dirty. Just naughty. And new.”
“Next time I eat your pu**y I’m going to kiss you with a mouthful of your juices so you’ll know how delectable you taste.”
Her pulse jumped. She looked at the condom package clutched in her hand and ripped it open.
Ronin watched as she tentatively cupped his balls. He didn’t have much pubic hair. Her fingers drifted up his fully erect shaft, even longer and thicker than she’d imagined. She slid her hand up and down, seeing a milky dot of precome beading on the tip. She’d had this thickness inside her, so it seemed strange this was the first time she’d touched him like this.
That’s because he’s a control freak. The only reason you’re touching him now is that he’s letting you.
Amery didn’t care. She wanted him any way she could get him. If she’d had any sexual self-confidence at all, she’d attempt to roll the condom on with her mouth. Instead she enclosed the shaft in her fist and pushed it down until that male hardness was encased in latex.