by Debra Smith
Widening his eyes in surprise, he groaned in painful arousal. Justin brushed his lips against hers, running his tongue along the full bottom. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled their lower bodies together. She tasted of wine and strawberries, fresh and heady.
She rubbed against his erection like a cat in heat. Cupping the weight of her breast in his palm, he then rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Answering in what sounded like a purr, she pushed her chest into his grip, silently pleading for more.
“That’s it, kitten, purr for me.”
The small barrier the clothes provided only seemed to fuel their need. Eva clung to his body. Gripping his erection through his pants, she began to stroke him. His cock practically leapt into her hand. If she didn’t stop fondling him he would forgo his plan, bend her over the back of the couch and fuck her, not taking the time to undress properly. Gingerly he circled her wrist with his fingers and removed her hand. A little rumble of what had to be disapproval sounded in her chest.
Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom, stopping only to grab the freshly cleaned toys from the table, buying the time he needed to fight his urge to take her.
Chapter Four
His hand warm in hers, she followed with her other fist balled against her chest. It seemed like the five feet to their room was a vast space, stretching from one side of the universe to the other. She was nervous, as if it were her first time. From the evidence of his arousal pushing against the fabric of his running pants, she knew he was turned-on. Maybe he wanted it too. She had to know.
“Justin—you want this too, right?”
Turning with sensual hunger etched in his face, he drawled, “Yeah, I want it.”
The box fell to the floor with a thud and he pushed her against the wall. His body covered hers. Seeming everywhere at once, his dark, spicy scent filled her nose, making her drunk on him. The heat of his body radiated through her as if it had a mind of its own. His erection rubbed against her lower body with steel-like force. She roamed his body with her hands while he tilted her head to the side with a firm but gentle hand.
The tip of his tongue traced a seductive path to her ear. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she pressed her pebbled nipples against his chest, begging for a touch, a caress, anything to ease the way they ached. Squeezing her legs together, she tried to fight the rush of liquid pooling between them.
His breath fanned along her ear, sending tendrils of lust snaking along her skin. She closed her eyes and moaned. He nipped at her neck, marking her, seeming to claim her for everyone to see.
“I want this more than you could know. I’ve dreamed of having my way with you. Making you beg for my cock, making you mine. Only mine. Say. It.”
Sounding needy and breathless, she managed, “Only yours.”
He pinched her nipple as if he was rewarding her answer. “Good. Now let’s tie you down, kitten. I want to make you purr.”
His muscles flexed under his tan skin while he retrieved the forgotten box of goodies from the floor. Strolling through their bedroom door, he left her line of sight. Cardboard ripped in the next room. She struggled to catch her breath. Her body hummed, still reeling from his touch and his words.
It was really happening. She couldn’t believe it. Taking a few minutes to gather her courage, she walked into the bedroom. Her black-and-white Vera Wang duvet was turned down. The blinds were closed and a few of her tea light candles gave off an iridescent glow. The reflections of the flames danced across the soft-white walls, performing an expert ballet. Although the scene was beautiful it didn’t compare to the image of Justin, posed at the end of the bed, waiting to fulfill her desires.
“Took you long enough.” He smirked.
She returned his smile, slow at first but it spread across her face like so many before it.
“Where do you want me?”
“I want you to strip. Slowly.”
She swallowed, trying to alleviate the dryness in her mouth. Lifting her hands to the top button of her blouse, she began to free herself. Glad to be getting rid of the fabric. Her skin felt tight and her breasts felt full and heavy. The peach lace of her bra rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
Her hands shook, not from nervousness but from eagerness. His gaze traced the movement of her rising and falling chest. Slipping the fabric off her shoulders, she let it pool at her feet. Eva’s hands found their way to the button of her jeans. Sliding the denim over her hips, past her thighs, then to the floor, she stepped out of them.
Her face heated at his unabashed stare. She’d been naked in front of him before but this time it was different. Standing in her matching panties and bra, she was exposed in a way she never thought could happen. Love spread through her chest, warming her.
“God, you’re beautiful. Now take the rest off.”
Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms and to the floor. She bent over, putting her generous breasts on display for his viewing pleasure. Next her peach panties followed the path of her jeans and found their way to the floor. She righted herself and placed her hands on her hips, taunting him. His gaze fell to the bare lips of her sex and he licked his own lips.
Without meeting her gaze, he stated, “You waxed.”
“Yes, for you.” Brazen in a way she never had been before, she walked a hand over her skin to her bare lips. Softly she stroked herself. Shivering at the contact, already wet. “Do you like it?” she whispered.
Seeming almost in pain, he ground out, “Oh yeah, I like it a lot.”
His gaze traced the movement of her cream-coated fingers as she brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean. “I’m glad.”
The restraints were already in place. Her gaze darted between the Velcro cuffs and his face.
“You ready?”
Nodding, she stepped closer to the bed and the object of her desire.
“Good. Now, I’m going to test you. I want to see how much you want and what part is fantasy and what is reality. Come here.”
More liquid pooled between her legs, readying her body for things to come. His nostrils flared and his eyes shone with what seemed like undiluted sexual desire.
“Stop.”
Tortuously he revealed what was hiding behind his back—the black satin blindfold.
He drew it over her head and darkened her world. Fear of the unknown flickered in her mind but she fought it. This was Justin. He would never hurt her.
With the fear gone, she noticed how arousing her mysterious world became. Without her sight, every other sense was heightened. She could hear her heart beating a sensuous rhythm and him slowly releasing breaths. The smell of his spicy body wash enveloped her nose. The heat from his body wrapped her in comfort. Her mouth watered, begging her to taste him. Stepping forward, she aimed to do just that.
“I didn’t say move. This is a warning. Disobey again and I will punish you.”
Tempted to see what he had in mind for a punishment, she turned to face the bed, splaying her hands on the duvet.
He made a tsking sound. “I should have known you’d like a demonstration.”
Moving behind her, he caged her within the sinewy muscles of his arms. He rubbed the steel of his erection between the cheeks of her ass.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
One of his palms gripped her hip. He squeezed, sending lightning to her pussy. He traced a path to the cheek of her ass. Then his fingers left her flesh, making her almost beg him to keep touching her. Smack. The sound echoed through the room.
Before she could say anything, he began to rub away the sting and his breath fanned along her ear.
“I told you I would punish you. Now be good.”
She pushed back against his cock, drawing a groan from him. “What if I don’t want to be good?”
He let his weight push her against the mattress, pinning her in place.
“If you don’t, I will leave you here, alone.” Nipping at the sensitive skin of he
r shoulder, he reminded her of what she sought. She fisted the covers, wrinkling the soft fabric.
“Fine.”
“Good, now don’t move. I want to look at you.”
She wanted to bask in his attention like a cat in the sun. Torturously he ran the pads of his fingers down her spine, making her skin tighten in the wake of his touch. He continued his exploration, ending with his hand resting on the side of her bottom.
He sounded almost pained. “You want me to fuck you here.” It wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer. The prison of her blindfold freed her other senses. His breaths escaped in harsh pants. Still, she waited, but impatience built. Arching her back, she preened for him.
Her nipples rasped against the duvet, both frustrating her and increasing her pleasure.
“Please touch me.”
Her words must have shaken him out of his thoughts because his hands returned to her body.
“Get on the bed with your hands above your head.”
Following a familiar path to the head of her bed, she did as he requested. Crawling to the top, she turned over, thrusting her eager breasts forward, silently begging for attention. She didn’t feel the bed dip to accommodate his weight. In her world of darkness, she was left with her thoughts. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Love spread through her heart. He accepted her and her lie. Thinking he would be angry or disappointed, she couldn’t bear to tell him the truth about her inability to orgasm in the usual way. She was lucky—no, blessed. She was blessed to have him as her husband.
Shifting her leg, she was stunned when she found it restrained. Her thoughts had distracted her for a moment and she was missing everything.
“Talk to me,” she whispered.
“I want to but I’m afraid of what I might say. Seeing you like this is doing—things to me. I want to keep you like this. Ready, wet and willing. I want to bury myself in you until we are one person. Not slow and sweet but rough and hard. I want to make you whimper in frustration as I tease you to a fever pitch with the strumming of my cock. I want to brand you as mine.”
“Yes.”
“This is your last chance.” The whisper of fabric against skin marked his disrobing and she imagined him standing erect, muscles tense and eyes hungry.
“Fuck me. Now.”
Growling, he crawled up her body to restrain her hands. He tugged on the restraints, seeming to make sure she was secure but also signaling the beginning. Her mouth watered. The scent of their mixed desire filled her nose, heady and intoxicating.
“Open.”
Licking her lips in anticipation, she complied. He straddled her chest just below her breasts. Then she felt the hot tip of his cock circle her lips, teasing her. Her tongue darted out to taste the tip, making him hiss. Inch by inch he claimed her mouth. Salt and a flavor uniquely Justin danced across her mouth. Moaning around his hard length, she pulled against her restraints. She wanted to touch him, to wrap her fingers around his base and stroke him to perfection.
His pace increased as he seemed to bask in his control. Her pussy ached for him, begging for him to touch her. Moisture coated her thighs. She sucked hard, wanting him to lose control. But also wanting to reward him.
“Your lips feel so good around my cock. I love fucking your proper little mouth like this.” What must have been his finger parted her folds, discovering her wetness. “Looks as if you like this too, kitten.”
Circling his finger around her clit, he drove her lust higher. She pressed her core into his hand, her body asking for what her mouth could not.
She could hear the satisfaction in his voice as he removed his hand from her swollen pussy. “Not yet. I still want to play.”
His body caressed hers while he made his way lower. The heat of his length rested between her breasts. His hands on both sides pushed them together as he titty-fucked her. Playing with her nipples as he used her body made her cunt throb. Expertly he fueled her fire.
“I like fucking you like this,” he said almost absently.
Then, as quickly as he began, he was moving down her body again. Fusing his mouth with hers, he kissed her like never before. Uncontrolled and wild, his tongue explored her, sending pleasure pulsing to the inner walls of her starving pussy. He took everything and left her gasping for air.
Continuing his attack of pleasure, he enclosed her nipple in the wet heat of his mouth, flicking with his tongue as he sucked. Her head thrashed against the pillow. Eva was lost to sensation, on the brink of breaking. She squeezed her legs in an effort to ground herself.
A part of her that she didn’t realize she had, spoke.
“More.”
He cupped her other breast, her nipple resting between two fingers. While massaging her, he played with her other nipple.
“Yes, fuck. More.” She couldn’t form a complete sentence.
He lifted just enough to where she could feel his breath warm her nipple.
“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
Unable to form words, she could only nod. Trailing kisses down the curve of her breast, he made his way to her hip, pausing long enough to nip her. He continued plucking at her nipple while he used his other hand to press against her knee for her to open.
“You’ve been naughty. You shouldn’t have lied.” On the last word, he sucked her swollen clit, sending her blissfully over the edge for the very first time. She bucked against him as she cried out. She wanted to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, but could do neither because she was bound.
Waves of ecstasy rippled through her limbs, dismissing the fear of her being broken. While she was lost to her relief, he slipped two fingers inside her still-quaking heat. Slowly he moved in and out. With his other hand he removed her blindfold. The love on his face shook her like nothing else had. They were connected as one soul in two bodies.
His smile eclipsed his face. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She smiled back, probably matching the size of his. “Good,” she said with a hint of mischief. “Untie me.”
“I’m not done playing yet.”
She arched her body into his, rubbing his straining erection along the heat of her pussy. She smirked when his eyes closed and his muscles flexed beneath his golden skin. “Please. I want to be on top.”
She repeated the movements, making him groan, and lifted her head enough for her to give his chest a little bite. Seeming to be under her spell, his hips flexed rhythmically, causing the bottom of his cock to stroke her clit.
“Not this time, kitten.”
He was doing it again, taking her body to the edge she never thought she could reach.
“I want you on your stomach. Flip over.”
“I can’t.”
The straps didn’t allow enough room. Running his hands up her legs, over her stomach and caressing her arms, he made his way to adjust them. The whole time he tempted her. Her libido kicked into overdrive. They never did it from behind. They were a standard missionary couple. Tonight would seem to be one of firsts.
“There, that should be long enough.” Light cast from the flames moved across his face. He seemed like a sex god brought to her by sheer magic. Doing as he asked, she flipped to her stomach. He didn’t allow for much room. Her arms were crossed above her head and her ass thrust into the air. He would be responsible for movement, in complete control of pace, depth and intensity. Fresh cream flooded her core and her heart raced.
Tearing plastic startled her. Craning her neck, she investigated. Justin kneeled proud and erect behind her. His cock reached for her, seeming to have a mind of its own. The package containing her tushy teaser was empty and the little pink toy rested in his palm. Concentration furrowed his forehead. Her inner walls clenched with need.
After he applied the lube to her puckered entrance, his focus returned to the rest of her waiting frame. His gaze raked over her body, branding her as his. She smiled when his erection seemed to swell with appreciation. Moisture dotted the tip, signaling
his eagerness.
Moving behind her, he positioned himself at the entrance. Her juices coated his tip, begging for him to push forward. Her nails dug into her palms and she bit her lip.
“Please fuck me.” She pushed back on him, trying to fulfill her desire.
Smack. His hand stayed where it fell. “Don’t move.”
At a pace she thought would drive her to madness, he entered her, inch by torturous inch.
Groaning, he praised her. “You’re so tight. The way your cunt squeezes my cock feels—so—good.” He punctuated the last word with a heady thrust. Tightening her inner walls, she drew another curse past his lips.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her heart hammered in her chest and her head was dizzy with lust. Then she felt a new erotic sensation. The toy was prodding at her rear. Panting, she waited. He withdrew and instantly she felt the loss. In unison with the toy, he pushed into her. Fisting the sheets, she cried out.
“Oh God.”
More. She wanted more. Her cry seemed to signal the start of a more brutal pace. He began to thrust in and out, each time angling his hips to hit the special spot inside her. Lightning-like sensation shot through her body, bringing her to the edge but not over. He played her body, the sound of their flesh joining part of a sexual chorus. Using his free hand, he found her clit and began to strum.
There. She fell over the precipice for the second time that night.
* * * * *
Primal satisfaction roared in his chest. His woman was trembling beneath him. His balls were tight and throbbed with his oncoming release. As soon as he entered her, satisfaction hummed through his pleasure-wrung body. The knowledge he possessed her in a way like never before drove his feverish lust to a sharp peak.
Mine. Her body was flushed, marked by his lovemaking. Increasing his speed, he buried himself as deep as he could and, with her name on his lips, spilled inside her.
He wanted to collapse. His muscles twitched under his skin. All of his strength left him while he finished. After removing the toy, he cleaned it and her. Mindful of her bindings, he released her before falling beside her. He tucked her against the side of his body. Perfect.