“It—uh.” Jorges shook his head and blinked hard. “Years ago. I was studying architecture in England. There’s this, uh, little town. Salisbury. You know, Stonehenge—ah, that feels good.”
She dropped her hand. “Keep talking.”
“Okay, okay. I saw this house. Beautiful. Tudor. Vines up the side. And there was this huge iron fence around it with this amazing scrollwork. I liked it.”
“Must have been some fence for you to permanently etch it onto your body.”
“Something about it worked its way inside my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Lonely and beautiful and majestic.”
Like you, she wanted to say.
How many people knew the real Jorges? From what she gathered so far during the night was that Jorges was an observer. He watched and experimented, but did he ever fully engage? Sure, at the moment he was physically naked, but there was a veil of make-believe between them that prevented a true connection. A fence that was just as real as the one that surrounded his heart. God, how lonely he must be.
Nerves fluttered in her belly as her lust turned into compassion. This was supposed to be a one-night stand and Jorges the source of pleasure, not a person whom she’ll think about tomorrow, or the tomorrows after that.
Would he remember her in the morning?
Did she want him to?
A weight settled in her chest and her breath caught at the question. The answer too painful to contemplate, either for or against.
Well, one thing was for certain, if she was going to become nothing more than a memory, she was going to make damn sure it was of her blowing his sexy mind.
“Thank you for sharing.” She sank to her knees and ran her palms down his sides and squeezed his hips. “It’s beautiful work. Does it taste good?”
“Please find out.”
She leaned forward and touched her tongue to the tip of the spire cupping his balls then traced a flat line up and over his pelvis, dipping back low to swipe under the straining length to the top of the wet crown. Against her chest his thighs trembled, and when she finally showed him mercy by taking him fully into her mouth, his knees buckled.
With his hands bound, she had the luxury of setting her own pace. Her previous lovers would grab her by the hair and thrust away the second her lips touched their flesh. She didn’t know what her oral skills were, but now was the perfect time to practice. From under her lashes, she watched his expression as she experimented between licks and flutters. Her favorite was the way his eyes crossed as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the salty slit, followed by his muttered curses as she used her hands to stroke his solid length as she rocked back and forth.
The first time he bumped the back of her throat, she pulled away with a startled gasp, but little by little she swallowed more, making a determined effort to breathe through her nose and not give in to panic. She was in control and as long as the power was in her hands, she would not choke. Of course, Jorges’ strangled cries were all the encouragement she needed to keep up the torture.
Man, she wished she had a camera to capture the sensual, pain-filled expression on his face. In the future, if ever she felt low, she could look at it and remember how she once had this delicious man begging for mercy.
When the salty taste of his pre-cum coated her tongue, she pulled away and stood, pressing her thighs against his and the hard peaks of her breasts into his sweaty, heaving chest.
“Fuck.” Jorges laughed and dropped a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve unleashed a monster. Admit it. You played me. This shy-girl persona was just a front to seduce me into letting you tie me up and drive me out of my mind.”
“You’re very inspirational.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and around his biceps, lapping at his neck. “You said I could do whatever I wanted.”
“That was stupid of me.” He tilted his head to the side to allow her greater access. “There is so much I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” Her sheath tightened in anticipation.
He thrust his cock against her belly. “Besides the obvious? I want to tie you up and touch every inch of your skin. I want to bury my face between your breasts and feel your heartbeat against my cheek as I fill your cunt with my fingers and my cock. And my tongue. Yeah, I want to eat your pussy and suck your clit like it’s candy. Will you scream for me, Miranda? When you come on my face, will you scream?”
At this point she didn’t even know if she had the strength to whimper let alone scream. No one. No one had ever spoken to her with such vulgarity, such wickedness, such passion.
Part of her recoiled in the face of such crudeness, but it was easily overtaken by the greedy need of her sex that soaked up the promises like life-saving nectar.
“Do you really want to do all that?” she asked in a voice that rasped in hope and hunger.
The smile that slowly curled his lips guaranteed to fulfill every promise. “Untie me and find out.”
Her fingers fumbled with the straps, which made him laugh at her enthusiasm. She didn’t care. She was about to be ravished. Decorum was obliterated the moment she tasted the salt on his skin.
He rubbed at his freed wrists and growled, “If you value your skirt, take it off. Now.”
A seam popped as she pushed her skirt down her legs, not bothering to take the time to pull the zipper down all the way. When the fabric hit the floor, his hands were on her hips, dragging her hard against his body as his lips claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung as if he were a mizenmast of a ship tossed about in the middle of a storm.
Wow. This was just like in the movies. A handsome man sweeping her off her feet—whoa! She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as he scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the ground. She hadn’t meant literally. If she had known he was going to attempt such athletics, she would have sucked in her stomach or done something to pretend she was lighter.
Fortunately for her ego, he showed no sign of strain as he dropped her onto the cushy leather chair that was shaped with a brace to support her lower back as she reclined.
“Comfy?” He sank to his knees and ran his hands across her shoulders then down the slopes of her breasts. His long fingers were soothing on her skin but created a firestorm in her belly. Each twist of her turgid nipples fanned the flames, destroying any self-control she had left.
With helpless whimpers, she thrust out her chest, silently demanding more contact.
“Grab the back of the chair.” He fitted the cuffs attached to the chair around her wrists and tugged. “Perfect. Now hook your legs over the arms,” he instructed as his hips forced her legs apart.
The scooped design of the chair made a comfortable resting place for her legs, but spread her wide open, baring all for his inspection. She swallowed hard as Jorges hungrily eyed her soaking pussy.
His ran his thumbs along the outer lips, pulling them farther apart. “Damn, baby. You’re drenched. You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Good thing I’m thirsty.” His wicked smile was her only warning before he lowered his head and dipped his tongue into her well, licking up one side then the other in a circular motion that made her fingernails dig into the smooth upholstery near her head.
Jorges didn’t hesitate and ate her with greedy laps of his tongue as if he were licking the last bit of creamy dessert off the plate. She bit her lip against a moan and tried to still her hips, but it was near impossible. The skill with which he nibbled on her clit set her body on fire. The flames raged higher when he forced two fingers into her twitching sheath. How could she act cool and in control like Jasmina when all she wanted to do was clutch his head tighter against her pussy and scream like a banshee?
“Don’t hold out on me.” Jorges nipped at her swollen labia, making her jump. “Does this feel good?”
She nodded again as his fingers twisted inside her.
“Tell me. Let me know and I’ll make yo
u come.”
“Yes,” she shouted as he resumed the long draws on her hard pearl with his mouth. “Please. Please don’t stop. It’s so good.”
Under her butt the seat grew slick with sweat and her cream, allowing her to buck faster against his hungry mouth. Spots floated in her vision as a net of luscious torture tightened around her, squeezing and pulsating until it split open and tossed her free, plunging her into what felt like the deep end of a surging, effervescent volcano. Her screams bounced off the walls until her voice gave out in a weak, keeling wail.
When she managed to lift her eyelids, Jorges was smiling at her with pride, his mouth and chin covered in her juices as his fingers continued to saw in and out of her trembling flesh, refusing to let her fall all the way back to earth.
“That looked like it felt really good.”
“Yeah.” She swallowed hard, then once again in an effort to gain enough moisture to speak. “Still does.”
“Have I exhausted you?”
Had he? No doubt, that was the strongest orgasm of her life. By all rights she should have passed out. But with Jorges kneeling before her, his hard body vibrating sex and his swollen cock dribbling pre-cum in a steady stream made her pussy gluttonous for a hard taking.
“No.” She forced out the words between hard pants. “Condom. Now. Fuck. Me.”
His husky laugh made her stomach tighten with anticipation. He pulled his fingers from her sheath and smeared her cream over his tight testicles before reaching for a drawer built into the bottom of the chair. A rainbow of foil packets lay in neat rows against the green velvet lining, like little flowers waiting to be plucked. He selected one and quickly ripped the wrapper away.
With the condom hugging the tip of his cock, Jorges paused. His hot gaze flicked back and forth between the latex circle and her open slash. The sweat on her body turned icy as her desire cooled the longer he stared.
Don’t ask. Don’t’ ask. Crap, she had to. “Is there something wrong?”
“What? Oh. No.” He laughed and shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. In fact, I was thinking about just how right things are.”
Her shivers turned to full-out shaking as he rolled the rubber down his shaft and notched the head against her twitching opening. One of his hands grabbed the back of the chair over her shoulder while the other dug into her hip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed the long length inside her until their groins kissed.
The most delicious burn radiated from her pelvis as he moved in and out, making her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open in a loud, wailing scream. His penetrating thrusts reached places inside her she never knew itched for contact. The nudge of the hot crown against the sensitive area near her cervix made her ravenous for a more forceful touch. Her legs fell farther open as her core melted.
“More. Harder.” Her hands gripped the leather bindings. “Don’t be gentle.”
“You’re not ready.” He grunted.
“I am. God, I am. Make it hurt.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He looked down and watched his cock impale her over and over. “Damn, look at those lips clinging to me. That’s so pretty. Your cunt’s so tight. It’s like you don’t want to let me go.”
She didn’t!
His words were like a physical stroke along her clit, drawing out more of her cream.
Jorges groaned as his cock sank extra deep with the increased lubrication. “That’s it. Now you’re ready.”
His lips curled in a snarl as he picked up the pace, slamming her into the chair as he bottomed out with each stroke.
All conscious thought snapped like a power line in a hurricane. She was in her body, yet not, as her world narrowed down to the cock chiseling her into pieces. Where Jorges was fierce and hard, she was soft and pliant, giving control of all she was to his will. And man, did he know how to mold her. Over and over he brought her so close to the edge, she felt the spray of oblivion before he ripped her away like the recoil of a whip. Her voice gave out with her cries, leaving her only able to grunt and gasp, unable to plead for relief.
As darkness clouded her vision, Jorges ran his thumb over the slick nub of her clit. “Milk me, baby. I want that pretty pussy to drain me dry.”
Lord have mercy.
A fireworks factory exploded behind her chest, robbing her of sight, sound and the ability to reason. This was a dream. It had to be. No way was there a gorgeous man between her thighs shooting his cum against the mouth of her womb while she splintered into shards of unbelievable ecstasy.
Mind-blowing, coma-inducing orgasms did not happen to girls like her. The pleasant, rolling wave kind—sure. The shoot you out of a cannon into a vat full of pop rocks and syrup while the ground shook in a 10.0 earthquake kind? Stuff of make-believe.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the return to consciousness began. Had it been days or hours since Jorges first sat her in the chair? Did she really care? Hell no.
Her sense of touch returned first. The tickle of Jorges’ soft hair under her nose. The slickness of his torso against her tummy. The hot puffs of air from his mouth bathing her nipple.
Next to return was her hearing. Under her butt the chair squeaked as Jorges continued to rock against her. The pounding of her heart sounded like a dance track set to fast forward in her ears. Colliding with the thump-thump rhythm was a bass beat that vibrated down her belly.
Was he…seriously? Was Jorges laughing at her?
Sure enough, when she lifted her lashes, Jorges’ shoulders shook and his abdomen bounced against hers with his merriment. Had the sex been that bad? Had she been too loud? That unsophisticated?
If she had any strength to do more than bat an eye, she would have pushed him away and knocked him on his ass, but the best she could manage was to force her tongue to wet her dry lips.
“Ah, Miranda.” He rasped out in a sandpaper voice and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling deeper into the embrace. “You’ve done something no woman has done in a really long time.”
God, what could that possibly be? Damn her noodle-like limbs. The last thing she wanted was to end the night in humiliation.
Jorges lifted his head, only to have it flop back to her breast. He rolled his neck to peer up at her and smile. “I thought I knew women, but you’ve surprised me. I’d forgotten…well, I’d forgotten. You’re an absolute delight, Miranda. I hope you always remember that.”
All the tension in her heart melted at the genuine warmth and surprise in his tone. “Enjoyed yourself?” she croaked.
“You have to ask?” He withdrew from her body and unrolled the wet condom from his semi-hard cock. “I don’t think I’ve filled one this full since I was a teenager.”
Miranda chuckled to herself at how much had changed in the last few hours. Before she would have blushed to the roots of her hair had a man spoken to her about sex so bluntly, but with Jorges it was a part of who he was, and his frank speech made her want to cup her breasts and play with her nipples just to watch the flare of desire flash in his eyes. How long did it take to recover from an earth-shattering orgasm anyway?
“Hey.” She tugged at the restraints. “A little help here.”
“I don’t know. I like how you look all trussed up. It’s very modern art.” He laughed as he reached to unfasten the cuffs.
A curl of feminine pride licked at her achy pussy as she watched him wobble to his feet, swaying for a minute until he regained his balance. “Come here, girl.”
She batted at his hands as he reached for her. “No, no. Don’t try to lift me.”
“I won’t drop you.”
“Yeah. This from the man with the shaky knees. Ow,” she groaned as she unhooked her legs from the arms of the chair and the blood rushed back into her joints.
“I can make it as far as the bed.” He scooped her up and staggered the four feet to the bed, dropping her onto the bouncy mattress. “Sorry.”
“No problem.” She closed her eyes and melted into the cotton-cover
ed coils. “I’ll clean up in a second,” she slurred, already on the train to sleepy town.
* * * * *
The splash of cold water on her lips made her eyes snap open. Jorges hovered above her, the light creating a halo around his head, which made her heart race. That perfect smile and gleam in his eyes was in no way angelic.
“Sleeping beauty awakens. You’ve been asleep for almost an hour. I was afraid I wore you out.”
“You did.” She covered a yawn with the back of her hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to crash like that. I’m sure it’s late and you want to get home.”
“Yes, it’s late. No, we’re not done yet. It’s time for round two.”
Despite her exhaustion, his intriguing words forced her eyes open. “Round two?”
“Yep.” He slapped her hip. “On your feet.”
She slid off the mattress, her toes curling when her feet hit the cold wood floor. Chills caressed her spine as she watched him stuff bottles and boxes into a wicker basket. She had a hunch he wasn’t preparing a late-night picnic snack. A feast may be in the works, but she’d bet money it wasn’t going to be of the culinary variety. So far Jorges had proven himself to be the perfect dream lover. Whatever wicked plan he was devising, she wanted in.
That was until he opened the door and motioned with a long metal bar for her to precede him into the dimly lit hallway.
“Ladies first.”
“Give me a moment to dress first.”
“No.” The harshly barked word made her gasp and her shoulders straighten. “Earlier we did what you wanted. Now it’s my turn. Come with me undressed exactly as you are. You’re perfect.” He winked.
“Are there still people out there?”
“Maybe.” He motioned toward the door, his brow arched in challenge.
Holy cow. He was serious.
Sweat and excitement gathered between her thighs as she took one small step, then another. Was she ready for a potentially public sexual encounter?
Didn’t matter. She was about to find out.
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