by Bella Andre
Just Cole’s tongue on her skin was better than any other sexual encounter she’d ever had.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
Not nearly enough to satisfy the need he’d made her feel.
And, oh God, the things she was feeling, white-hot flames rippling across her skin, pulling her into a maelstrom of heat...and boundless pleasure.
“Suck them.”
Again, her request was instantly granted, and she couldn’t possibly contain her cry of deep, dark delight as Cole’s strong lips pressed around a nipple, as his tongue flattened against the underside so that it dragged along the roof of his mouth.
She’d heard women say they could come like this, but she’d never believed it, not for a second. None of her previous lovers—it wasn’t even fair to put the men she’d slept with in that category, she suddenly thought—had given her what she needed. No amount of foreplay had taken her to this place where Cole had so effortlessly brought her.
While his mouth found sweet purchase on one nipple, his hands and fingers didn’t neglect her other breast, rolling the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger so that she wasn’t able to focus on just one spot, not when it felt like her entire body was on fire, her cells molten heat beneath Cole’s talented fingers and mouth.
She sucked in one breath and then another around her moans of pleasure and just when she thought she was getting a handle on the incredible sensations coursing through her veins, he surprised her with something she wouldn’t have been able to ask for, simply because she didn’t know that lovers could touch each other in such a way.
The scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh had moisture flooding at her core, her stomach tightening down when she was unable to push her thighs together to try and drive herself over the edge. She couldn’t control the arch of her back into his mouth or the sounds coming from her throat, a cry of wonder as she rode the edge of pain and came back around to the most incredible ecstasy.
And then, he was moving to her other nipple, and she was saying, “Do that again, Cole,”
but he was already there, already scraping against the tight tip with his teeth before laving the small hurt away with the tip of his warm, wet tongue.
Her limbs yanked against her binds as she tried to press herself up, higher, harder against his mouth. But then, her breasts were free, his mouth and hands moving down her torso as she opened her mouth to complain, his tongue dipping into her belly button and stealing away any words that might have been on her lips.
One of Cole’s fingers slid beneath the upper edge of her panties and all of her awareness suddenly centered on the slick, aroused flesh between her thighs. She could feel the silk of her panties sticking to her labia and where she’d previously been afraid before to let a man she hardly knew see her naked, now all she wanted was for the final barriers to be pulled away.
“Anna, baby, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
His words brushing warm air against her belly almost had her coming. God, what would happen when he finally touched her there? If he loved her vagina with his mouth as well as he’d loved her breasts?
Amazed that she could actually feel her clitoris swell at the same moment another gush of arousal spilled out from between her thighs, she breathed, “Just touch me, Cole. With your hands. Your mouth. Your tongue.” She shuddered. “Your teeth.”
With her sight taken away by the silk blindfold, the sound of fabric ripping was loud enough to make her jump, but a second later, as thick, warm fingers moved through her bared, damp curls to part her naked flesh, she forgot everything—that she had married a stranger, that she was blindfolded and bound to his bed, that she was frightened by the strangely powerful desire eating her up from the inside—everything but how desperate she was for release.
Air blew across her clitoris and she bucked up an inch—all her bindings would allow.
Oh God, he was teasing her.
Had she actually enjoyed his teasing before? Didn’t he know that it would kill her if he teased her now? That she couldn’t take any more of this pleasure, not when it was all coming at her so fast, so hard, stealing her breath—and her senses—away.
Second by second, she was disappearing into a swirling storm of ecstasy. Breath by breath she was on the verge of losing the Anna Davis she’d always been against Cole’s hands as they slid slowly against her slickly aroused skin, his mouth as it dropped softly to her clitoris, drawing the tight, hard bud into his lips so that he could drag his tongue over it.
And then, just when she thought he was going to give her what she wanted, one more swirl of his tongue against her, over her—all she needed to crest the peak and come apart—he pulled away and blew out another hot breath over her delicate skin.
“Don’t tease me, Cole. Please don’t tease me anymore.”
His tongue came out to flick against her drenched skin and relief swept through her as pleasure spiked and she tried to grab onto the wave and let it take her over.
But then he was blowing on her again, the light rush of air so good, too good, and yet, not nearly enough.
“You like what I’m doing to you.”
His words weren’t a question. They were a statement of truth.
“God, yes,” she gasped. “I love it.” And she did. But, “I need to come, Cole.” And then maybe she could survive this pleasure. Maybe she could stop it from racing away with her.
Maybe she could return to being the woman she’d always been.
“How bad do you need it?”
“Really bad,” was all she could manage as he tongue swept between her folds again, this time dipping into her. But even though she tried to buck into his mouth, his tongue didn’t slide in far enough to give her any satisfaction.
She’d never survive his teasing.
“Well, now,” he said slowly, letting his lips rake across the top of her mound, “doesn’t sound to me like you need it all that bad.”
If she’d been able to move her arms and legs, she would have launched herself at him, would have pinned him down to the bed and crawled up over his face and forced him to take her where she desperately needed to go.
Instead, all she could do was wait for him to give her what he wanted to give, when he wanted to give it. They were on his schedule, his plan.
Not hers.
With the thought came another inexplicable flood of arousal. Almost as if she liked being tied up and captive to Cole’s every whim. And then his mouth covered her at the same moment he slipped a finger into her tight sheath and a small tremor worked through her.
“Just a little more. I only need a little more to get there.”
His laughter took her by surprise, his lips and tongue and teeth rocking against her, his fingers shifting against her delicate internal walls. Another mini-tremor shook her.
“If you were expecting little, sweet Anna, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”
Instead of being afraid of splitting apart beneath him, the vision of his erection stretching her wide as he forced her to take all of him catapulted her into a bigger, stronger tremor.
His tongue moved slow and soft against her again, from perineum to clit. She could feel herself perspiring from the combination of pleasure and frustration. From anticipation.
And desperation.
“I can’t survive any more of this.” She didn’t have the will to keep her voice from shaking anymore.
His laughter came again, warm and almost loving, even as it was full of the same deep, dark desire that she’d been riding since the moment he'd kissed her for the first time.
“You’ll not only survive it,” he promised her, “but you’ll wonder how you lived this long without it.”
His words, the slight press of his mouth against her sensitive folds as he spoke, along with the tight clench of her inner muscles, were almost enough to get there. Holding her breath, she focused, willed herself to come, to escape the torture of Cole’s teasing.
“Poo
r sweet baby,” he murmured against her as she flopped back against the bed, frustrated and more aroused than she’d even known it was possible to be. “You really do need to come, don’t you?”
But she was long past begging at this point, her cells were too wrapped up in the needs of her body for her to even attempt to form coherent words. She’d trusted him to give her pleasure and instead, she was frustrated and—
His tongue slid into her hard, thrusting once, twice, three times.
Oh God, yes! This was what she’d been waiting for, this was what she needed, a good tongue-fucking. She was riding his tongue like a hard shaft when his fingers moved over her clit again and swirled with dangerous precision.
Still riding his tongue, she rolled against his hands, fighting her bonds to try and get closer, but he was two steps ahead of her, increasing the pressure with delicious intent. And then Cole reached up with his free hand and found one hard, aroused nipple, and her entire body crashed in on itself, her clit and breasts dual epicenters for the massive earthquake rolling through her. She’d never come like this, so hard that she was certain the bed was splitting apart beneath her, the walls crashing in around her.
Her orgasm went on and on as Cole’s tongue stroked new and shocking sensitive spots along her inner walls, his fingers magic on her clitoris and breasts.
Finally, when she was utterly spent—more tired than she’d been after running that 10K
last year—Cole shifted on the bed.
“My wife has such a sweet pussy,” he said before placing a soft kiss over her labia.
Shivers racked her as his stubble raked across the too-sensitive flesh.
“Such gorgeous tits.”
Even knowing the kiss had to be coming, she couldn’t prepare herself for the sweet heat of his mouth over first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her as he rolled her around on his tongue, then raked across the tips with the very edges of his teeth.
“And such a pretty, fuckable mouth.”
Anna’s mouth watered despite herself, despite the shock moving through her at the knowledge of what was coming, that she was going to be returning the favor by taking Cole’s penis into her mouth.
The bed shifted again beneath his heavy weight and she felt her heartbeat kick into overdrive again.
“If I’m hurting you, if anything doesn’t feel good, I want you to pinch me.”
He slid his hands into hers and linked their fingers. Oh God, she’d thought she loved holding hands before. But now, feeling the slide of his wide, calloused palms against hers, a new warmth bloomed in her chest.
And then, before she could find the words to reply to his instructions, the flared, hot crest of his penis brushed softly against her lips.
Anna had given blow jobs before, but not very often. She’d never really seen the appeal of male genitalia, but the way Cole was teasing her with his erection, his skin soft against her mouth, had her salivary glands kicking into overdrive. His arousal was a clean, masculine scent that made her breathe in more deeply as he slowly painted her lips, from corner to corner, with the tip of his penis. It was pure instinct to taste him with her tongue.
Cole stilled as she made contact with him, a deep groan of pleasure seeming to come from all the way down in his chest. Spurred on by both his reaction to her touch and the surprising pleasure she was finding in being with Cole this way, she swiped her tongue all the way across his broad head, greedily licking up the spurt of arousal that resulted.
“Jesus, Anna, nothing has ever felt this good.”
Even as his words resonated, she wanted to make him feel so much better.
In the end, Anna wasn’t sure who moved first, if she was already opening up her lips to take him inside or if he was the one who pushed her open. All she knew was that she was glad, so incredibly glad, to be able to taste him like this, to open her mouth wide and stretch her lips around his hard, heavy shaft. She wasn’t afraid of being captive to him, knew he’d never ever hurt her.
Using her tongue to explore him, she licked at every part of his shaft she could get to, using the suction of her lips to pull him in deeper.
His hands tightened on hers, another rumble of pleasure sounding in the room, and then he was rocking into her, so deep that her gag reflex kicked in.
Pulling all the way out, he said, “Your mouth is so hot, baby. I can’t control myself.”
Realizing he was sliding his hands from hers and shifting away from her mouth, she clamped down on his fingers as hard as she could.
“I want to taste you again, Cole.” She forced herself to overcome her shyness and say it.
“I loved licking you. Sucking on you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she insisted, promising, “I’ll pinch you if I need a breather.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for, sweet Anna?”
His question was low, full of barely leashed desire.
“No. But I want it anyway.”
That was all it took for Cole to drop the leash and give her what she was begging for. The press of his shaft against her lips drove her mouth open and she gratefully suckled his hot, hard flesh. He rocked into her several inches at a time, in then out in a rhythm that had her heating up again between her thighs, her belly tightening with renewed need as she tasted his arousal on her tongue, in the back of her throat.
But then her gag reflex kicked in again, and he bottomed out before she was anywhere near the base of his penis. She tried to relax her throat, but he was such a big, unfamiliar presence that she couldn’t.
Tears pricked her eyes behind her blindfold, but they weren’t tears of pain. They were tears of frustration. Because on some elemental level, she knew she had more to give him.
She just couldn’t figure out how to do it.
One of his hands came untangled from hers, then, and he gently ran his fingertips along her exposed throat. “Tilt up and back, sweetheart.”
He slid his hand around the back of her throat to help her, and then he was sliding in, and past the point he’d hit before. She could feel the muscles in her throat opening up to take him deeper, could taste the musky heat of him in her mouth. Again and again he moved in, then out of her mouth, her throat, and even though he wasn’t touching her breasts or vagina, giving Cole pleasure had her right on the edge of release again.
Unable to hold back her own moan of deep pleasure, she felt Cole’s penis twitch against her tongue, a large spurt of his pre-come coating her tongue and throat as he pulled all the way out of her on a curse.
A split second later, the bindings on her wrists and ankles were gone and she had to reach for Cole to steady herself. His shoulders were broad and hard, his skin slick with sweat, and she was relishing the unexpected thrill of being able to touch him, when he pulled her blindfold off.
She gasped at the passion, the desire, the need in his dark eyes. She opened her mouth to try and give voice to the emotions ricocheting around inside of her.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she whispered.
He tucked the head of his condom-covered penis against her folds. One thrust had him inside, and Anna lost her breath at the incredible pleasure.
“Tight,” he ground out, sweat dripping from his chest onto hers as he worked to steady himself above her. “So damn tight.”
He was right. She was small. And he was enormous. But she loved the way he was stretching her open, loved knowing that he was taking her someplace she’d never been before.
“Take me, Cole.”
His eyes flashed something new, a bigger, richer emotion that even his desire, but before she could try and figure out what he was feeling, he thrust all the way into her, settling so deep inside her that she swore he was pushing into the base of her womb. And then his mouth was over hers and he was kissing her and she was kissing him back and wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him in closer, to take him deeper.
“My sweet Anna. You’re
all mine,” he rasped out against her lips.
“And you’re mine.”
Until that moment, she could have sworn he was still holding something back, that he was still worried about hurting her. But after her own possessive declaration, something in the man holding her changed.
A moment later, her hands were back in his, pulled over her head, and he was levered above her, driving into her with such heat, and power, that she not only lost her breath with every thrust, but as the pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, in the tips of her breasts, in the vee between her thighs, she actually begged for him to take her harder, faster, deeper.
And he did, each thrust taking her higher, closer to the peak.
She’d thought he’d been big when she’d first taken him into her mouth, when he’d pushed between the folds of her vagina. But now, on the verge of his release, he was a throbbing mass of veins and heat and male arousal. Anna swore she could feel her body actually react to his impending climax by both relaxing and clenching her inner muscles. Relaxing to let him in even deeper. Then clamping down on him to keep him inside, to keep the incredible sensations roaring through her.
“Anna.”
The rough, ragged sound of his voice as he came sent her flying over the edge with him.
And then his mouth was on hers again and she was thrown into another climax, spiraling off and just barely holding on to the edge of reason.
Chapter Six
Anna woke up curled within Cole’s strong arms. One of his hands was threaded into her hair, the other on her chest, his open palm resting directly over her heart.
They weren’t sleeping like two people who’d had a one-night stand. Anna wasn’t trying to figure out how to squeeze out from beneath Cole without waking him up. She wasn’t berating herself for her foolish behavior.
Instead, she was relishing the comfort of being held by a man who had given her not just pleasure, but something else that she hadn’t even realized she needed: A window into the woman who had been waiting inside her all along, a woman who was at least a little bit brave and adventurous.