by Jayne Rylon
“Maybe I intended to seduce you if you gave me a hard time.”
“Damn it! In that case, I protest.” He flung himself onto the mattress, crossed his legs at the ankle, showing off his sexy bare feet. Then he folded his hands behind his head, stretched out as if preparing to let her serve him.
The thought made her breathing quicken and her fingers ache to touch him. Especially along his rainbow tattoo, which decorated his side.
“Gav?” She kicked off her strappy sandals then climbed on the bed, kneeling beside him, wanting him to see how serious she was. “Time out a second, please?”
“Change your mind?” He sat up so he could look into her eyes, as if reassuring himself they were still on the same page.
“Not in the least. More like I want you to know how much I trust you. You were right earlier, when you said I liked it when you take control. Will you do more of that? Tie me up again?”
“Why?” He rubbed his chin. “Because you like it or because you’re trying to prove some kind of point? Love, it was pretty apparent to me that—for whatever reason—you’re still willing to give me free rein over your body when you let me fuck your tight ass last night.”
“Mmm,” she hummed.
“Yes, mmm, exactly,” he echoed. “But seriously, Amber…”
Staring at her hands, which wrung each other in her lap, she said, “I guess I’ve just never had that before with a guy. I get off on it. I need more of that. I know things seem skewed one way right now, but there are things I want from you too. I trust you to help me loosen up. I don’t want to always have to be the one who has everything in order. With you, I can live in the moment. You’ve taught me to do what I feel instead of relying on organization to keep everything in line.”
“I can give you this,” he promised. “It makes me feel like the man I used to be. Or better yet, the one I know I can still be, when I have you at my mercy. Because if someone as beautiful and strong as you has that much confidence in me, then how can I not believe in myself?”
“You should. So get to it.” She poked his chest, hoping for the response she got.
Gavyn pounced, hauling her to the floor in a burst of motion even more impressive than she’d predicted. One she couldn’t escape. He positioned her so she knelt with her ass on her heels and her palms on her thighs.
“Now that’s a pretty sight,” he crooned as he circled her, observing her from every angle. Intent on pleasing him, Amber sat up straighter. She put her shoulders back, thrusting out her breasts, and looked up at him, waiting for further instructions.
“You were made for this, love.” Gavyn cupped her face in his broad palm and she nuzzled into the sensual touch.
“I was made for you,” she replied.
“No use in sweet-talking me now. You already gave yourself to me to play with.” His thumbs tucked in his pockets and his fingers tapped against his jeans-clad legs as he considered what to do with her first.
Bending over, he snatched her scarf from the carpet and made his way behind her. When she instinctively turned, he took her shoulders in his hands and faced her forward again. Staying where he put her, she gasped when the silk of her scarf tickled the top of her arm, then along the edge of her bra before vanishing.
It returned on the sole of her foot, making her squeal and flinch, though she quickly restored her pose once she’d overcome her reflexive reaction.
“That’s right, love,” he purred. “You’re going to be so good at this.”
She might have asked what specifically he referred to if he hadn’t chosen right then to loop the scarf around her face and blot out the light. Artificial darkness calmed her, making her focus on listening for Gavyn, as well as the raw feelings bombarding her.
“Your whole body relaxed just now,” he said appreciatively. “Could you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how I want you to be, when we’re together like this. You have nothing to worry about. Let me take care of you.” A yelp escaped her when he unsnapped her bra. She hadn’t been expecting his touch there.
He caressed her, stroking from her neck to the base of her spine and back before peeling the bra off her. The sound of it rustling to the floor seemed ten times louder to her as she relied on her other senses.
Her nipples puckered thanks to the air-conditioning washing over her lightly perspiring skin.
Gavyn must have noticed because he reached over her, cupping her breasts, one in each palm. He squeezed them, then brushed his thumbs over the distended tips, making her squirm and lean forward, into his hold.
“You have amazing tits, Amber.” He groaned, and she could imagine the jerk of his cock as he said it. “Maybe later, when I have you tied up, I’ll fuck them. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie. The thought of him using her body for his pleasure had her shivering in response.
“So would I.” At some point, he must have circled her, coming to stand in front of her. He grasped the nape of her neck and pulled her face forward until she nuzzled the ultra-firm bulge in his pants.
The unique scent of him, soap and leather and man, had her ready to beg to taste him again. But she didn’t have to. In the next moment, the sound of his zipper lowering rang in her ears. She licked her lips, arching her neck toward him.
“Open up, love.” His request was followed by the blunt head of his cock, nudging her lips wider apart as he fed her his erection. It seemed even larger and heavier on her tongue when she couldn’t see it.
Amber choked. He was quick to readjust, keeping her safe while ensuring they both derived maximum pleasure from the encounter. When she forgot everything except the soft moans he made as she suckled him and lifted her hands to his thighs, he growled, then pulled away.
“Put them down.”
She obeyed instantly. Anything to get his cock inside her mouth again.
Only he didn’t replace his shaft between her lips. “Better not let you get me too riled up. I want to take my time with you tonight.”
If the nights he’d fucked her already were examples of him going quickly, she wasn’t sure she could handle his idea of a marathon session. However, she wanted to try.
His hand fisted in her hair, tugging steadily until she followed his silent command, rising to her feet. When he kicked lightly at the insides of her ankles, she realized what he wanted and spread her legs wider.
“Good girl.” He pressed his cheek to hers for a moment before slapping her ass, hard. “Stay there.”
As if she had a choice unless she wanted to crash into the wall or something.
Still, it wasn’t easy to remain immobile when she felt him kissing his way from her lips to her chin, down her neck, along her collarbones and lower. He paused to suckle first one nipple then the other, laving them until her knees wobbled, before proceeding to her belly.
When he arrived at her mound, he paused, breathing deep.
“I love how wet you get, Amber.” He groaned as he slipped one finger beneath the elastic of her panties and into her as if he were checking her oil.
Her legs began to tremble, wishing he would fill her completely instead of teasing her with the tip of his finger.
“Eager?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Then let me get these off of you.” He surprised her again when he wrapped an arm around her, and lifted her, sweeping her underwear off with his other hand. His strength always impressed her. He underestimated himself, but she never would.
After setting her down and ensuring she was steady, he replaced his hand in her hair and used the leverage to lead her to the bed. When her knees knocked into the mattress, he gave her a tiny shove. She sprawled onto the plush duvet, bouncing a few times as she came to rest.
Gavyn surrounded one of her ankles with his hand and yanked, dragging it to the other side of the
bed. She didn’t mean to resist. What she really wanted was for him to climb on top of her and fuck. Hard and fast, until neither one of them could keep from exploding.
So when she tried to grab for him, she was surprised by his quick reactions. Or maybe he’d anticipated her move. He pinched her nipple, making her jerk and groan as the resulting sting turned to deep desire.
“Stay there.”
She whimpered as his footsteps faded, though they didn’t go far.
“I’m coming right back, love,” he promised.
True to his word, something cool and satiny ran across her belly moments later. She gasped.
“Good thing we found another use for these ties.” Chuckling deviously, he brushed one across her knee before wrapping it snugly around her ankle. “I don’t plan on wearing them anymore once the business is up and running. At least they won’t go to waste.”
She expected him to take her bound leg and secure it to the bedpost. He did, though not to the one at the foot of the bed. No, he lifted her leg and tested the newfound flexibility she’d gained by practicing jivamukti with Sabra. He secured her feet to posts by her head, then got to work on her wrists. By the time Gavyn finished, he’d bound her with her legs spread and folded back, her hands held to her ankles, leaving her completely open and exposed to whatever he chose to do to her.
“Fuck me,” she cried out when he blew a warm wash of his breath across her pussy.
“When I’m ready.” He placed a series of kisses on her inner thigh, starting from her knee, working his way down. When he neared her core, he skipped across to the other side then repeated the torture there.
By the time his swirling tongue came in range of her clit, she was writhing, pleading shamelessly for his touch where she needed it most.
Gavyn hummed. “You’re so beautiful when you beg.”
This time he rewarded her not-so-patience. He feasted on her spread pussy, using his lips, tongue, and teeth. He pumped inside her, curling his fingers so that they pressed against the front wall of her pussy, bringing her to a fast orgasm.
In the darkness behind her blindfold, lights twinkled. There, with the ecstasy he gave her, she saw their rainbows swirling in front of her and nearly cried with relief and sheer delight.
Until he put his mouth over her again and began the process all over again.
Sensitive at first, she squirmed, unable to evade the lapping of his intentionally soft tongue. Before long, she didn’t want to. Amber quit trying to regulate her pleasure. She allowed her body to respond to Gavyn in the way it was designed to.
She lost track of how many times he made her climax before he snapped.
With a curse, he lunged to the side, shaking the bed as he grabbed protection. Or at least she assumed he did. It blew her mind that she didn’t even bother to ask him about that, wouldn’t have even if she hadn’t heard the crinkle of the package, confirming her suspicions, because she believed—all the way to her soul—that he would take care of her as he had sworn.
He verified that credence again when he filled her with his steely cock. His shaft felt twice as plump as she remembered, either from how he had her bound or because gifting her with so much bliss had turned him on.
In this position, he was able to play her mercilessly. His fingers wandered everywhere on her body, hitting the high points with regularity. When he pressed his thumb between her lips, she didn’t have to be told to suck. Having him occupy almost every part of her drove her mad. Gavyn waited until she was delirious with passion before he pistoned into her while toying with her clit, ensuring she would come apart with a scream. How he managed to keep from pouring into her when she nearly strangled his thick shaft, she had no idea.
When she was panting, sweating and moaning his name on constant repeat, drowning in rapture, he finally leaned forward and removed the blindfold from her eyes.
She’d forgotten how bright it was, actually. Squinting, she peered up at Gavyn.
His face was flushed, making his stubble stand out in contrast. He had a feral light in his eyes that thrilled her and made her feel one hundred percent woman. Chest gleaming with sweat, and his muscles filled with blood, he took her breath away.
“I wanted you to see what you do to me, love,” he practically snarled, at the edge of his superhuman restraint. Leaning forward, he plowed into her while resting his hand on her throat. Enough to thrill her, though never enough to injure her or restrict her breathing. “I’m going to paint you with my come so you can see how fucking much I crave you. Of all things, I will never ration my lust for you. It won’t be confined or limited. So I hope you like being fucked half to death every night. It’s going to take about a thousand years before you don’t have this impact on me anymore. Even then, I doubt I’ll have enough of you.”
The whole time he spoke to her, he plunged into her. It didn’t take more than that before he had them both ready to shatter. How could she resist the candor of his passion?
The moment she quaked, her eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them open, to watch the man shuttling between her legs, he growled, “Come on me, now, before I have to pull out of this sweet pussy.”
His dirty words and the desperation with which he roared them ensured she did as he said. The moment she had finished cresting, he withdrew, yanked off the condom then jerked himself so fast and hard that his hand blurred.
He shouted her name, then stayed true to his word. “Amber!”
Gavyn shot jet after jet of come on her breasts and belly. A few powerful spurts made it as far as her lips. She reached out her tongue to collect a stray droplet, causing another weaker pulse of pearly liquid to fall from his cock.
“You’re mine, Amber.” He spread the glistening fluid over her, massaging it into her skin.
“As long as you’re mine too.” She beamed as he untied her, tending to her carefully and thoroughly, which was for the best since she didn’t think she’d ever be able to move again.
“For as long as you’ll have me, love.”
Amber couldn’t stop smiling even when she grew sleepy. Gavyn kept talking to her, low and sure as he picked her up, cradled her to his chest and carried her—floppy limbs and all—into the bathroom.
He climbed inside the tub and held her as he filled it with steamy water and plenty of bubbles, making sure to pamper her while washing the sticky mess he’d made off her skin. She was almost sad to see it go, having enjoyed being so definitively claimed as his.
Maybe he’d do it again soon.
Gavyn took excellent care of her. He cupped steaming water in his hands and poured it over her, delighting her super-sensitized skin with the trickles. Though he continued to thrill her, she loved simply reclining in his hold, soaking in the heat and strength of his muscled chest against her back. Exhausted, she still found it hard to relax completely following the chaos and excitement of the day. When all his pampering began to make arousal simmer low in her belly again, she couldn’t believe it.
“The water’s getting cold, love.” He nuzzled the side of her face, delighting her with the rasp of his stubble. “Ready for bed?”
“With you? Always.” She turned her head and kissed him one last time before he helped her stand long enough to dry her off with a plush towel. When she was set, he hastily did the same for himself.
Amber sighed as Gavyn carried her back to the bedroom, turned down the covers on the bed then slipped beneath them with her. Their legs tangled. They interlocked the rest of their bodies, her head resting on his chest while their arms wrapped around each other.
Even after another night overflowing with passion, she still found herself wanting more of him. What the hell had gotten into her?
When she shifted, restless, the steely length of his cock brushed her thigh. “You’re hard again already?”
Thank God.
“Can’t seem to help myself arou
nd you. Don’t worry, love. It won’t kill me.” He misunderstood.
“More,” she whispered, clearing up any confusion.
When he hesitated, she didn’t. Amber reached over him to the stash of condoms on the nightstand and ripped one open with her teeth. Then she slid her hand between them and covered him, making them both moan when his cock jumped at her touch.
This time she curled onto her side, with Gavyn behind her, spooning her. He took the invitation and fit himself to her from the rear. It took several pumps of his hips to embed himself fully with her legs pressed together and her pussy swollen from the fucking he’d already given her.
Once they were connected again, he took his time, pressing up into her then pulling away, putting a sliver of space between them before returning. It was leisurely and more for the low-level arousal that lingered while they made love than for the payoff of a brilliant orgasm. His hand wandered down her front to her mound where he rubbed gently. When she couldn’t stand to watch anymore or end their ride too soon, she turned her head to the side and claimed his mouth.
They kissed slowly and deeply, just like their souls merged.
It went on forever, until they pushed their luck a bit too far and one perfectly placed flick of his finger over her clit sent her into a deceptively strong climax.
The milking of her pussy lured Gavyn into joining her. He cried out her name as he came, locked deep within her.
“Gavyn,” she replied. “I love you.”
If possible, he came harder, grunting as he spilled the last of his seed. He clutched her tightly as he gave her every bit of him that she’d earned. And when he’d regained the ability to speak, he looked into her eyes and vowed, “I love you too.”
“Does this mean we finally get to sleep together, Gav?” she asked lazily, her eyes already halfway shut.
“Mmm hmm. Tonight and every night if I have my say,” he swore to her.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“You and your plans.” Gavyn chuckled as he snuggled her close then rambled, as if already drifting off. “Just out of curiosity, what happens when a wedding planner gets married?”