Since I Saw You (Because You Are Mine 4)

“Oh,” she whispered as if in understanding, her gaze fixing on his cock as she stared up.

“There you go,” he murmured, enraptured by the vision of her craning for him. He fisted his shaft and arrowed the tip between her dark pink, parted lips. He flexed and grunted in pleasure as he slid along her tongue. Her tongue no longer rubbed on the sensitive underside of his cock in this position, but the eroticism of the position—not to mention her eager suction—more than made up for that. “That’s so good.” He placed his hands on the mattress, leaning over her, pulsing in and out of her sucking mouth. So quickly, so completely, she took him to heaven. Her hunger was a palpable thing. She sucked forcefully. He groaned when she took him deeper and he felt her satisfied hum vibrate into his flesh.

In this inspired position, he hovered over her bound, naked body while she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. It was highly distracting.

Carefully, mindful of her vulnerability, he reached for the discarded vibrator on the bed. He turned it on, still bracing himself with one hand, and reached for her pussy. She squealed onto his cock when he pushed the little bullet between her labia. She ducked her head forward, gobbling him even more greedily.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered, his eyes rolling back in his head when he felt the tight ring of her throat squeezing the tip of his cock. He moved the vibrator, rewarding her. She gagged slightly and slid down over his shaft, but then she was almost immediately back for more. She swallowed him deep and fast, seemingly made frantic by the vibrator on her pussy. Her sex was pink and flushed, glistening with her juices, so vivid and flagrant next to her pale thighs. His mouth watered.

She gasped loudly when he slid his heavy erection out of her mouth. His cock protested as well, lurching angrily at the deprivation of her sucking mouth. But he couldn’t resist her pussy. Putting his knees at the edge of the bed, he lowered over her.

“I just need a taste,” he mumbled distractedly. He coated his tongue with her juices, only vaguely aware of her desperate cries. Her cream intoxicated him, her soft lips and the jewel of her reddened clitoris, which he polished with such care. His eyes sprung wide when he felt her lips capture the tip of his suspended cock. He groaned gutturally as she sucked him greedily into her mouth with a slurping sound. He had not wanted her to suck him while he hovered over her so precariously and she was restrained and helpless, but he couldn’t deny her eager mouth. He firmed his hold, careful not to put too much weight or pressure on her. She sucked him deeper and he growled her name before he buried his nose in her sex, licking and consuming. He grew lost, surrounded by sensation, thrusting his hips back and forth, taking his fill of Lin.

It was true that he fucked her mouth in those tense moments of bliss, but he never forgot her vulnerability. Despite his restraint, he joined her in taut bliss, drowning in her juices and taking so much pleasure in her sweet mouth that it was as if they blended for a nirvanic moment, becoming one being that vibrated with a common pulse, fused together by fire.

He felt her scream vibrate into his cock and her hips buck in a frenzy. He laved her clit with a rigid tongue, feeling the tingle deep at the root of his cock that reminded him that heaven was short-lived for mortals.

It didn’t really surprise him that they came simultaneously. He’d felt so joined with her, as if they were both controlled by the same brain for a precious moment. The same heart. It was a first for him, that feeling of deep communion during sex. He poured himself into her, thrusting shallowly, while she sucked and sucked like she was intent on turning him inside out. His mouth nursed her through her crisis, too, his tongue and lips coaxing another, and yet another shudder out of her body.

She continued to suck, wringing every last shiver of sensation out of him. He finally lifted his head, panting, utterly drained. He came up on his hands and knees, watching as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Sliding his knees off the edge of the mattress, he took his lower body weight by standing on the carpet. He sunk his upper body onto the mattress next to her. He pressed his lips to her smooth hip, inhaling her exquisite scent as his body tried desperately to recover. She turned her head.

“Kam,” she whispered next to his skin.

He clamped his eyelids tight when she pressed her lips to his hip in turn, her gentle kiss searing straight through him.

•   •   •

Twenty minutes later, Lin snuggled in Kam’s embrace, his head on the pillow, her cheek pressed to his chest. Neither of them had said much as Kam had released her restraints and removed her cuffs, setting them on the bedside table. He’d peeled back the bedding and put out his arms, silently bidding her to him. Lin had gone gladly. It was like the hush following an unusually powerful storm, when the earth has been pummeled by Mother Nature. She lay in his arms, slowly recovering, but still cloaked by the powerful, scorching memory of the tempest they’d unleashed.

What exactly did one say to a man after an experience like that? It’d been eye-opening. Shocking. She had given him control, and in turn, he had showed her depths to her own soul she hadn’t known existed. Had he meant to? Or was that just what any woman would experience when he restrained her and demanded she submit to pleasure?

“Are you all right?” he murmured after a moment, his large hand cupping and rubbing her shoulder.

“Yes,” she whispered. She suddenly felt very small in his arms, overwhelmed by the intimacy of what had just occurred between them. She hid her face in his chest. It had probably not been all that of an uncommon experience for him. She was being foolish.