At this point her dress was hiked up past her waist and he was looking so longingly at her sex, she hoped he could see how ready and wet she was for him. He looked like a controlled lion waiting to pounce. Instead of saying anything, he reached for her other foot to remove the heeled sandal and rubbed at her instep.
She gasped and squirmed as he placed her other ankle on his other shoulder.
He stroked his hands, lightly tickling his fingers up and down her legs from the tops of her thighs, to her calves, then to her toes. He continued to repeat the gesture.
“What have you learned, Ayanna?” he asked, a little more impatiently. That was the third time he asked her and apparently she wasn’t getting any until she answered him.
Her brain wasn’t working on all cylinders and her breath came out in puffs as she finally answered his thrice asked question.
“I learned that even though I’ve had sex many times before,” she began quietly, “I know having you inside me—is gonna be a whole new experience.”
She thought of the DAY 40 pizza blog she’d posted that morning.
As if reading her mind, he said, “I read your blog today.”
She looked at him, surprised. A beautiful warmth bloomed inside her.
He stilled his hands and swallowed. After a moment, his fingers slowly continued their journey up and down her legs. “Go on,” he murmured, his eyes probing hers. “What else did you learn?”
“I learned,” she continued, “that I had devalued this—precious expression of desire. I devalued it so much that I didn’t even necessarily enjoy it anymore. It had simply become a way to release the pressure of need built up inside me. There was no emotion, no connection. It was just a physical release.”
She reached her hand up and rested it on his which had stopped on her thigh.
“And most importantly,” she whispered, “I learned there is nothing in this world I would rather do than experience this precious gift, for the first time,” she paused, “with you.”
She swallowed back the tears that were hovering so close to the surface.
Geez, she had turned into Ryann with all of her waterworks lately.
Jon gently pushed her legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, pulling her snuggly to him as he leaned down and rested his chest on top of hers.
He nuzzled his nose with hers then kissed both of her cheeks, then her nose, then her mouth. She touched his face.
“That sounds like some good self-discovery,” he breathed out quietly. “And you know what, my beautiful sweet Ayanna? There is nothing in this world I would rather do than experience that precious gift with you. I don’t want to just have sex with you, I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you to feel cherished, worshipped, respected. Loved,” he said quietly.
She blinked back her tears, but a small sob escaped. He kissed both of her eyes.
He kissed her mouth softly then began a slow grind into her.
“And fucked, too,” he chuckled with a cute shrug. He licked his lips. “Very. Well. Fucked,” he growled, punctuating that last word with a grind of his hips.
Her tears immediately stopped and she grabbed his face to kiss him.
He backed his face away, a teasing smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.
“Do you remember whose domain this is, baby?”
She bit her lip then exhaled harshly with frustration. This man was killing her and she was loving every second.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours.”
“That’s right,” he said, finally leaning forward to take her bottom lip between his teeth and bite softly down.
The slick folds of her sex pulsated and became even slicker as he slowly rotated his hips and ground into her.
She let out a garbled sound.
“You didn’t see the bed when we came in, did you?” he whispered against her lips.
Her brow wrinkled. All she saw were a million candles. In fact there were so many little flames of light, the room was lit very well. However, she had apparently not seen the bed as closely as he had wanted her to.
“No, why?”
Her hands were now resting on his forearms and his lips had moved to her neck.
“Look above you on the bed, Ayanna,” he demanded quietly, kissing just below her ear.
She looked back behind her and just as he sank his teeth into her earlobe, she noticed the red restraints attached to her iron headboard.
And at the end were fuzzy cuffs.
She would’ve laughed had she not been so aroused. She felt like she was going to burst and squeezed her thighs around his waist. She moaned slightly and turned her head back to him just as he moved away from her neck to look in her eyes.
She had never seen him look so fucking sexy. The anticipation zinged through her.
“Where the hell did you get those, champ?”
“Bought especially for the occasion,” he whispered with a smile. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded, not able to speak she was so turned on.
“Good,” he purred. “Because Johnny Be Good is gonna be very good to you, baby. So good you’re not gonna be able to stand it.” His voice was dripping with the promise of stupendous sex.
She bit her lip and squirmed.
“Impatient?”
“I’ve been waiting a long time, champ,” she chuckled.
“Yes, you have. And you’re gonna be waiting,” he looked over at the clock on her nightstand, “17 more minutes.” His eyes were smiling.
She turned her head up and looked back at the clock.
11:43.
She dropped her head back on a groan.
“Please, Jon,” she moaned. “You’re not gonna make me wait 17 minutes. Please.”
He had an innocent look on his face.
“It’s not Day 41 yet. Do you think I can come up with other things to do to you for 17 minutes?”
Before his words registered in her brain, he took her arms and raised them above her head. Now kneeling between her legs, he quickly fastened one of her wrists in the cuffs then scooted her up on the bed so he could position her to his liking.
Once her body was placed, he took her other wrist and fastened it. Her wrists were now securely within the confines of the fuzzy Velcro cuffs high above her head, and Ayanna’s breathing had ratcheted up to a whole new level.
He looked down at her with heat in his eyes and a promising smirk on his lips.
“How ya doin’?”
“Good,” she said, the word barely making a sound from her mouth. She was better than good. She was fan-fuckin-tastic, but she was trying to calm herself before she had a heart attack. All he had to do was touch her once and she was pretty sure she was going to go off like a rocket.
The side of his mouth kicked up into a semblance of a smile and one of his eyebrows shot up.
“Just good?” he murmured. “Let’s see if I can help that along.”
She was lying on the bed, her dress in disarray twisted around her and her black lace panties showing.
He looked down between her legs.
“I’ve been waiting to see your pussy since the first time I saw you in those black leggings and blue top, your hair in a messy ponytail.” He swallowed and looked into her eyes. “When I came in holding that pizza for Ryann a couple of months ago, I looked past her and saw you. You took my breath away.”
He had hidden it well. She remembered thinking he couldn’t care less about her.
She softened into the bed, which he had turned down for them. The pink silk sheets only added to the sensuality of the experience, feeling wonderful on her skin.
While he was still holding her gaze with his, he slowly climbed between her legs and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties, then with painstaking precision skated them down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
She watched him as he first looked at her waxed skin. It was completely smooth, already pink and swollen
, glistening and ready for him. His chest was moving faster as he took deep long breaths, looking down at her and memorizing the look of her. He took the back of his hand and brushed it over the dainty and feminine looking tattoo encircling her belly button.
Then he sat back on his heels and spread her legs wide so he could enjoy the view. The flush high on his cheekbones told her he was thoroughly aroused by what he was seeing, and he slowly stroked over her smooth mound with a finger.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said with a quiet groan. “So pink and pretty.”
She was becoming more and more turned on just by watching him enjoy her. His finger tickled. She was itching to have him inside her.
He licked his lips, then bit down on his lower lip and raised his eyes to her. While they looked at each other he dipped a finger into her creaminess at the opening and ran it through her folds to her throbbing clit.
When he touched her there, she whimpered and shot her hips up into the air to reach even closer to his finger.
“Mmm. You like when I touch you here?” he whispered, methodically rubbing more of her arousal all over her sex, teasing her now. He dipped the tips of his middle and ring fingers into her weeping core and teased some more, lightly pumping them in and out while she gasped and gyrated her hips to relieve the glorious pressure building.
He chuckled softly then looked at the clock.
“11:47. Thirteen minutes and counting.”
Then he dipped his fingers back in and watched her, his eyes gleaming. “You’re so wet for me. So hot. Do you know what that does to me?” he murmured.
“What?” she whispered, wiggling a little against his fingers trying to take more of him inside her. He felt so good.
He leaned forward until his lips rested on her mouth. “You’re gonna find out in 13 minutes,” he promised. He nibbled on her lips, mimicking the movement of his fingers with his tongue.
A moment later he said, “I told you awhile back that your body was gonna be worshipped. Head to toe. Front and back. Isn’t that what I said?” his gravelly voice asked.
“I think I remember hearing that, yeah,” she said, lightheaded. Her nipples were tingling and were so hard, they were chafing against the black lace cups of her bra every time she took a breath.
He took the fingers out of her center and raised them to his mouth, sucking on them while his eyes bore into hers.
“Oh, yeah.” He licked his fingers clean.
She whimpered and pulled on the restraints.
Then he leaned back and said, “Pick your back up a little off the bed.”
She did as he asked and he shimmied her dress up past her breasts, over her head, and let the light fabric of the dress pool on her hands above her.
She imagined the picture she made before him. Spread out for him to see, her arms high above her, her midnight black hair in long layers all around her face, and her heaving breasts nearly popping out of her bra.
He looked down at her breasts, took both hands to plump them up and began lightly scraping his thumbs back and forth over her very erect nipples pushing against the lace.
She let out a groan and her head thrashed on the bed. She swore her eyes were rolling back into her head. He continued teasing her nipples while he said, “I wanted to see your pussy, your breasts,” he whispered. “When I first saw you. I wanted to taste you. All of you.”
He leaned down and while he continued plucking at her nipples through the lace, he kissed her collarbone then moved his lips down the center of her chest until he was nibbling right between her breasts, his teeth playing at the clasp there.
For some reason, that caused a whole new gush of wetness to settle between her legs. She was throbbing for him and began moving herself against him in earnest, dying from the sweet torture.
He moved his hands to the center and released the bra clasp, then spread it open reverently as if opening an expensive present.
His breathing got even faster as his eyes looked at her naked breasts for the first time. One hand went to a nipple and plucked it, lightly pinching it and pulling it away from her body, stretching it. Then he dove in and laved the other one with his tongue.
She moaned. “Jon.”
When she felt the scrape of his teeth on it, she cried out even more.
He didn’t stop, but kept nibbling and sucking at her nipple making humming sounds while his fingers played with the other.
“Jon,” she breathed, his name coming out in two syllables because her breathing was erratic at this point. “I’m begging you.”
He ignored her and switched sides. The cotton from his t-shirt rubbed against her stomach, and the multiple sensations of his jean clad thickness pressing against her clitoris, his teeth and fingers on her nipples, her arms being restrained, and even the slightest move from the cotton of his shirt had her thrashing and squirming. She was close to coming and he wasn’t inside her yet.
“What time is it?” she begged. “What time is it?” She was desperate.
Her nipple came out of his mouth with a soft pop, and then he cradled her torso with his arms, putting both hands on either side of her face slowing down the pace.
“I love the way you feel. You fit me perfectly. You’re perfect, Yan,” he whispered, kissing her sweetly on the mouth.
She was momentarily distracted from the time on the clock as he continued to whisper sweet words.
“You’re beautiful, Ayanna. So good, so loyal. You deserve all that’s good out there, baby. Every good thing that comes to you,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
She had no idea why his words were affecting her so much, but they were. Perhaps it was because she had never heard a man say them. Especially to her. And certainly not in the midst of getting laid.
The realization hit her that she wasn’t getting laid. She was being made love to. For the first time in her life. She was beginning to understand that perhaps the reason he wasn’t telling her the time was because he didn’t want her to think he only cared about fucking her.
A quiet lone tear rolled down her cheek. And if the tear had words attached to it, it would be screaming her love for him.
“Shh,” he whispered, soothing her, kissing away the tear.
“What time is it, Jon?” she begged.
“I’m not done worshipping my gorgeous sex goddess yet, so it doesn’t really matter,” he murmured in a teasing tone.
“Yes, it matters,” she said letting out a frustrated sound. “This sex goddess wants you to worship her while being inside her.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure she does, and trust me, I will be inside her. So deep she’s gonna be screaming.”
“When?” she moaned.
He made a big production of looking above her at the clock.
“Wow. Would you look at that?” He looked back at her. “Seven more minutes to go before we hit Day 41. I know exactly what I want to do with it, too.”
Without a warning, he leaned back, picked her hips up and brought her to his mouth. And sucked.
Her heart jumped as she watched him latch onto her from below. She bucked immediately and knew she was going to come within moments. She moaned long and loud, yelling his name, while he watched her from above and continued to feast on her.
She fought against the restraints and felt the build, the pressure.
“Jon! Jon!” she gasped over and over.
He pulled back and captured the labia between his teeth.
“No,” she moaned, “Please.”
“You taste just like I knew you would,” he licked at her juices, taking a minute to plant open mouthed kisses on her, applying a light suction but staying away from the small bundle of nerves where she desperately needed him. “Your cookie is sweet and creamy on the inside,” he smiled against her.
She laughed at his bad joke, but then whined with frustration.
He sucked at the crease of her thigh, grabbing the skin there lightly with his teeth. Finally, he released her, and crawled off the bed.
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Then, he looked at her as he took off his shirt.
She almost sighed in relief, looking at his gorgeous cut chest and abs. He was beautiful and he was hers. And she knew if he was finally disrobing, Day 41 was about to commence, and the consummation was near.
She smiled brilliantly at him, but her smile slipped a notch when he purposefully unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper then pulled them down and off of his body, carrying the boxer briefs with them.
His penis was gloriously thick and long, and curved a bit to the left. He had a birthmark at the top of his right thigh near his sac and as she looked closer, the very hard and erect evidence of his excitement glistened with pre-ejaculate.
She licked her lips.
He gave her a lazy smile.
“See something you like, Yan?”
She moved her eyes from his cock to his eyes, and nodded slowly.
He walked over to the nightstand, got a condom and tore it open, rolling it on.
“Two minutes left,” he breathed. “Just enough time to finish what I started.”
He settled his face between her legs, put his hands under her ass, and grabbed her clit between his lips biting lightly down into the spongy bit of flesh.
She screamed, while he sucked and sucked and sucked.
Then she exploded into a thousand pieces.
He hummed with her still in his mouth, sucking and pulling on her with his lips.
She gritted her teeth pulling at the restraints, and bucked uncontrollably in his hands, gasping and moaning.
“Ride it all the way out, Yan,” he murmured against her. And she did, until she fell lax and exhausted in his hands.
He removed his mouth from her tingling sex and kissed his way up her body, tickling at her belly button and tracing his tongue around her tattoo nibbling his way up. He stopped at her nipples and bit lightly at both of them.
“God, Jon,” she groaned. “Now.”
His eyes gleamed and he fit himself snuggly in the notch of her legs, crouching so his knees were high up underneath her thighs lifting her slightly off the bed.
She let out a whimper as her sex clenched, anticipating the moment it had been waiting for, the moment she had been waiting for.
He cradled her in his arms and rested his mouth on hers. She could taste her arousal on him.
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