by Daphne Slade
“Noah,” I moan, closing my eyes.
He brings his other arm around to pull me in closer and lowers his head. His lips whisper against mine. “Don’t, come quite yet, Grace. I haven’t even begun with you.”
I eagerly hook my thumbs into the sides of my underwear to push them down. Good grief, I might as well be in heat for how eager I am. The old Grace would be appalled. This one feels no need to dawdle with propriety.
But Noah releases me, using that free hand to stop me. “Uh-uh—you don’t get to do all the work.”
My mouth cocks into a crooked smile, wondering where he’s going with this. The hand on my arm slides down to become entwined in mine. Noah leads me to the bed. On the way, he deftly reaches down and snatches up the tie to my dress that dropped somewhere along the way.
My eyes fall to the slatted headboard and I feel my heart do a nice little jig, realizing what’s coming.
“Lie down,” Noah commands.
I don’t bother biting back my smile anymore as I do as he says. After unzipping and stepping out of my boots and socks I crawl across the covers and lie on my back in the middle.
“Arms up,” he orders.
I fling my arms above my head, crossing the wrists to make it easier for him. Noah chuckles, sounding ever so slightly sinister as he strokes the scarf in his hand. He places one knee on the bed and leans in to wrap my wrists and then tie them to the headboard.
“I feel like we’ve been here before,” I say with amusement.
“Last time there was a third party involved.” He lowers his head so it’s inches away from my face. “And I don’t like to share.”
That silences my mouth but has my body screaming. I’m lying here in nothing but a pair of underwear, bound to Noah’s bed, and it feels both scandalous and divine.
He pulls away and practically rips his shirt up and over his head, revealing a bare upper body that leaves me breathless once again. “Besides, you’re going to need a lot of practice, because this is hardly going to be like the last time. Rule number one: safety first. Never bind yourself in such a way that you can’t get out of it in an emergency.” His brow lowers with admonition. “I don’t want to have to knock someone’s lights out if they accidentally become the next Prince Charming in my absence.”
I purse my lips at him but test the binds all the same. If I worked them just the right way, I could definitely get myself out, but hell if I’m going to put that theory to the test right now. Not when Noah is standing there looking so damn delectable.
“What about you?” I ask, deliberately lowering my eyes to his jeans.
“When did you become so bold?”
“I’m done not going after what I want.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he says with a grin. “But all in good time. It’s going to be a long night, Grace.”
A delicious shiver runs through my body at those words.
He steps out of his shoes but leaves his jeans on. Then he grins and backs away toward the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask in alarm. Is he really going to test me getting out of these bindings?
He gives me a scolding look and places one finger in front of his lips to shush me. Then he disappears down the hallway.
What the hell?
When he comes back, he’s holding a glass of ice. My brow wrinkles in confusion.
“Since we missed dinner, I thought we could start with this as an appetizer.”
“How so?” I ask with a wary laugh.
Instead of answering, he reaches two fingers into the glass and plucks out a cube. He pops it into his mouth, rolling it around inside as he draws closer. He places the glass on the nightstand closest to him and then crawls onto the bed until he’s straddling me on his knees. From his position high above, he stares down at me like some deviant god, ready to punish a mere mortal.
Now, I have a better idea of what he’s up to and my body shivers so hard, my wrists twist painfully against the tie. How can this be so stimulating—and he hasn’t even touched me yet?
Noah falls down until he’s leaning on both palms on either side of me. His head lowers just enough to be only inches away from mine. I blink in surprise when the melted ice cube pops from between his lips. The first few drops fall to my mouth, clinging to it for a millisecond before descending to my chin. The frigid path it leaves feels almost obscene. He lowers his head just enough for the ice to glance across my lips, giving me more.
I’m frozen in place, allowing my lips to absorb every sensation. The combination of Noah’s mouth and my hot, heavy breath has it melting even more rapidly, drenching my lips until they overflow, following the path of those first few droplets.
Without a word, Noah moves lower, coating my chin. My head instinctively falls back, giving him access to my neck.
The first moan of pleasure escapes my lips as the tender skin is chilled, then soaked. Noah doesn’t give me an ounce of mercy. He scribbles intelligible hieroglyphics against my flesh with the slick ice cube, working lower and lower.
When he gets to my breast he sucks both the cube and the nipple into his mouth. My back arches at the jolt it sends through my body. The tiny frozen block is sent round and round my hardened nipple by his hot tongue, creating a crazy mix of sensations that my nerves have no idea what to do with.
“Noah!” I finally manage to moan.
I feel him pull away long enough to laugh softly. “The more you protest, the hotter you are. Each time your body shakes and quivers, damn, Grace, you have no idea.”
I hate him right about now, but hell if there isn’t a smile on my face as I take a few breaths in recovery. This is so fucking erotic, being tied up and helpless as he explores my body with nothing more than his mouth and an ice cube. I squirm once again, just to get him heated up.
He punishes me by shifting to the second nipple with what’s left of the ice cube. If I thought the novelty of it had worn off, I was sorely mistaken. I never understood how pleasure could be pain, but now I get it.
And I damn well love it.
The ice cube finally melts, leaving nothing more than a wet drop on the tip of the rigid peak of my nipple. Noah rises enough to grab another cube and pops it into his mouth. As he works it around, lathering it up with his tongue he grins down at me. I giggle at how he looks with the cube filling his cheek. Frankly, I need the breather as well.
My body goes taut again when he lifts his brow suggestively and lowers his head, this time to my stomach. Another indecipherable script is written across my skin in ice-cold ink, causing the butterflies underneath to go crazy in dissent.
I feel the cube descend lower and lower, tracing a path down between my thighs.
“Noah!” I protest.
“Shush,” Noah mumbles around the cube, he pulls it away to further reassure me. “Don’t worry, I’m not a complete asshole.”
I don’t protest, but I feel how taut my body goes as he continues to tattoo the surface of my inner thighs with icy scribbles, his mouth drawing closer to….
My legs come together. “Don’t you dare!”
Noah frees his head from the vice grip of my thighs. He simply stares down at me with admonition, urging me to open them again.
I keep them closed.
“What happened to trusting me?”
I laugh, which relaxes me enough to loosen my legs.
Noah continues on, now with his hand, leaving him free to soak up my reaction. The wet ice slides along my inner thigh, leaving wet drizzles that tickle their way down my skin to the bedspread beneath me.
Noah traces the ice higher up my thigh. Every inch of icy advancement causes shivers through my body. The cool air attacks the icy residue left behind causes aftershocks to quake my flesh. Noah slows his pace once he is a mere inch away from the edge of my panties. Then he slips the cube into the crease where my thigh meets the edge. Wet trickles dribble past the threshold of lace, soaking it and giving my outer lips the first taste of that arctic chill.
I mew
l in response.
Noah continues, tracing along the edges of my panties until he makes it back up to the waistband. Once there, he forces it underneath, pressing along the fabric until the melting cube is right at the cusp of where my slit begins.
“What are you doing?” I whimper.
Instead of answering, he simply places two fingers on top of the small blob of ice, massaging it into that upper sensitive area, causing the trickle to turn into a stream that falls in chilled rivulets that make their way into every crease and fold.
“Open wider,” he orders.
Although it almost terrifies me to do so, I obey him, spreading my legs until the ice-cold water finds new and more heated places to explore. One in particular is more vulnerable than the rest, and—
“Oh!” I moan, arching my back as the first dribble of frigid wetness meets my hot clit.
“Noah!” I scream as he pushes the source of that chill—now no larger than a pea—directly on top of that tiny pulsating bundle of nerves. My back arches so high I’m surprised my spine can handle it.
His hand grips my thigh, holding it in place as he tortures me with the remnants of the ice cube. My breath comes in heavy gasps as the arctic lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through my system. The ice cube slips away, slithering into wet, heated places, leaving a trace of moisture that is nothing compared to the tsunami it’s creating beneath the surface. I’m not sure if it’s the discarded ice cube or my own flow that is leaving the puddle underneath me.
When it’s completely dissolved, leaving nothing more than cool flesh in its wake, Noah snatches the panties down my hips and drags them along my legs. I kick to help him remove them.
Wasting no time once they are free, Noah’s mouth instantly falls back to replace the ice cube. He might as well be splitting the atom with that mouth of his for the blast that it sends through my body. The shock of coolness sizzles against his hot tongue, which does amazing tricks against my clit. He puckers his lips around the head and sucks, fully releasing it from under the hood so he has complete access. I thought the ice cube was torture, but it has nothing on his tongue which casts some wicked spell against the tiny bundle of nerves as he flicks and circles and sucks.
It feels like heaven and hell at the same time. I don’t want it to ever end, but my body can only take so much. And we haven’t even had sex yet.
“Noah,” I plead.
He stops, giving me blessed mercy. My body is left a withered pathetic thing, but still elated enough from a glow of pleasure to feel the excitement at what’s to come.
Noah rises up on his knees, towering over me with a wicked grin on his face. His hand rises to the fly of his jeans. My body instinctively comes back to life in anticipation. As he slowly works the button and zipper he makes his way to the edge of the bed. My eyes follow him as he stands up and lowers his loosened jeans.
He’s is already hard, his dick straining the fabric of his underwear. I hold my breath as he hooks his thumbs into the sides to unleash it.
Sweet fucking sin…
The man is huge.
Suddenly, these binds holding my hands feel more dangerous than ever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Noah
Grace’s reaction to my hard cock sends another rush of blood straight to it. As though finally experiencing her body firsthand wasn’t enough. My eyes fall to her naked breasts as they rise and fall with heavier breaths.
She’s finally mine.
I reach into the top drawer of the nightstand and grab a condom. It takes me less than a minute to rip it open and slide it down my shaft. When it’s secure, I crawl back onto the bed, planting myself once again between her open legs.
Grace’s eyes are glued to my dick the entire way, like a cat following a laser. I chuckle to myself and take hold of it as I lean in to hover over her, my body leaning on my free arm. I slide the thick head up and down her soaking pussy, testing the puffy folds.
“Tell me you want me.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and I hold them with a fierce look.
“What?” she breathes.
“Tell me you’ve always wanted me.”
“I…” she inhales, her nostrils flaring. She’s getting indignant, which I love.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I’ve…” she swallows and lowers her gaze. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes reluctantly roll up to mine.
“Say it again,” I order, softer this time.
“I’ve always wanted you,” she confesses, her eyes glued to mine.
“Good. Do you need me to say it too?” I gaze at her in a way that dares her to say anything other than no.
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head no.
“Good.” I enter her.
Grace gasps, her eyes growing impossibly bigger, even as they maintain a hold on mine. As I slowly sink in as far as possible, they flutter with pleasure, her tethered arms twisting in their bindings.
I lean in, resting above her on my extended arms. I work my hips, slipping in and out, savoring the way she feels around my cock.
Grace’s thighs ride up, clenching around my waist so I can sink even deeper. I slide one hand along the smooth skin of one thigh, gripping hard as the intensity deepens.
“Noah….oh, yes…” she sighs.
“You feel so damn good. If you knew how long I’ve wanted to do this…fuck,” I hiss as she tightens around my shaft.
Grace grins as she rocks her hips with mine, her body making waves underneath me. I lower down to my elbow to fall into her. I want every inch of her against me.
The wetness remaining from the ice is so heated now it’s practically evaporated, but I feel the lingering cool remnants sizzle against my skin. I bury my face into her neck, inhaling the mix of feminine heat and whatever it is that makes her so damn perfect. It’s intoxicating and I open my mouth, my teeth scraping along her skin as my tongue laps it up.
My hand comes up, cupping one breast. The hard nipple presses into my palm as her chest rises and falls underneath me.
“Wait…Noah…please, no….yes!”
She shivers against me, her arms straining the binds that still hold her wrists. I just mutter more barely coherent words of lust against her skin, devouring the reaction they incite.
Her words, the smell and taste of her, even the breath against my ear have me working my hips faster, wanting to sink deeper and deeper into her. I work my hips faster, interrupting the rhythm with occasional quick, deliberate thrusts just to tease her. After all, that is our thing.
Grace smiles up at me, her lips curling with wickedness as though she knows exactly what I’m doing. She replies with another internal clench, driving me as crazy as she has these past three years.
It doesn’t take us long to find our rhythm. We work together like two magnets, clinging to each other, then pushing and pulling just to make it last longer. But that lasts only so long. I sense Grace reaching the brink in the way her thighs press into my waist, her hands twist in their binds, her breath comes heavier.
I continue until she stiffens and I feel her begin to pulsate around my cock. She nearly tears the headboard down as she comes. Her body arches, pressing even more into mine. I feast on every moment of it: the way her eyelashes flutter, the perfect O her mouth forms, the way her skin seems to heat up against mine, the way her body shivers on the cusp of it.
“Noah!”
This is just the first of many.
When she’s done, I pick up the pace again. I reach my arm up to undo the sash around her wrists.
“This time I want to feel your hands on me,” I growl into her ear as I tug the binding free.
At first, her arms fall limply against the bed. I work my hips to spring them back into action.
Grace brings them up around my neck. “You’re going to be the end of me,” she whispers.
“Just wait, this is only the beginning,” I reply with a grin, risin
g back up so I can stare down at her again.
I continue to thrust, working my hips into a frenzy that she meets just as eagerly. Her hands grip me and just that touch of her has a swell developing in my groin, the pressure spurring me on even more.
I feel her body begin to react, going tense, thighs gripping my sides even tighter. This time when she comes, her nails dig into my shoulders and neck. The pain releases something in me and I come just as hard inside of her.
“Grace…” It’s one long, tortured sound as I erupt, feeling my balls completely drain.
I fall on top of her again, a shuddering mess. The way Grace’s arms envelop me, holding on as I recover, nothing could ever compete with this. I doubt even one day winning the Stanley Cup could compare.
I finally roll over and lie on my back next to her side. Grace’s hand comes up to sink into her hair as her palm rests against her forehead. She exhales a puff of air.
“That was…”
“Amazing? Incredible? The best sex you’ve ever had?”
She laughs and uses her free hand to lightly slap me. “Too bad we didn’t get that dinner first. I could have used the carbs.”
“Well, we can’t have you crashing just yet. We have all night after all.”
Grace’s eyes dart to me in surprise and a tiny smile plays against her mouth.
“What? Did you honestly think I’d kick you out of bed afterward?”
“I don’t know how you operate,” she says with a smile and a shrug.
“Well,” I say, rising up so I lean on my side to stare at her. “I suppose that’s just one of the things we should get to know about each other. So no, Grace, there’s no way I’d ever let you go when there’s so much more of you I can enjoy. Not after all this time.”
She stares up at me, her chest rising and falling again. I love the fact that she doesn’t even seem shy about her nakedness. That’s a good sign—not that she has anything to be worried about.
I trace a finger around the swell of her breast then down to her stomach. “But first, let’s put something in here.”
Her eyes go wide, and she coughs out a laugh. “That’s moving a little fast isn’t it?”