Wicked
sucked, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Delirious sensations built, then tightened, spiraling uncontrollably ever downward.Panting, she held on as long as she could, then released, letting her climax flow through her. Rand lapped along her clit as she came, his fingers stilling as she bucked against him and rode out what was the strongest orgasm a man had ever given her. Screams tore from her throat, her limbs shook as she struggled against the cuffs and ropes binding her, her moisture spilling in warm rivulets down her ass as she came and came in torrents that never seemed to end.
The tiny shocks reverberated through her, finally lessening enough that she fell back against the mattress, replete and exhausted but utterly exhilarated.
She was spent but energized, her pussy turning over in delightful little spasms around Rand’s fingers. She lifted her head and looked down at him, his face wet. He sat up, finally removing his fingers and crawling up beside her on the bed.
“Taste,” he said, lifting his fingers to her mouth.
She’d never done that before, but when he placed his fingers against her lips, she let him slide them inside, tasting her own cream. The scent was musky, the taste salty and honey sweet. He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, his face covered with her.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, tasting her own unique flavor on a man’s lips. And yet not at all unpleasant. It made her tingle all over, her cunt tightening with renewed arousal. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers in a warm, velvet twist that tangled her belly in knots. She squirmed against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and take hold of him, to grab his cock and guide him into her waiting pussy.
Why wasn’t he fucking her? She arched against him, thrusting her tongue against his, giving him every signal in the book save for coming right out and demanding. Yet he continued his slow, deliberate assault with his mouth, grasping her head between his hands and massaging her scalp while he kissed her.
He was doing this on purpose. She was on fire with need, and he’d reverted to simple foreplay. Kissing and touching, and she wanted fucking. The man was maddening!
When he finally broke the kiss and looked at her, she sucked in a breath at the intensity in his dark eyes. Such raw need and hunger reflected there. For her? About her? She’d never seen a man look at her that way.
Though she tried to turn her head to the side, he held her firmly between his strong hands. “Don’t look away. Look at me. See how much I want you.”
His cock surged between her legs, teasing her sensitized flesh. With one perfect stroke he could be inside her. Instead, he tormented, but the only thing he penetrated her with was his eyes, as if he could see inside her, knew what she was thinking.
“Stop it,” she said.
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me that way.”
He arched one brow. “What way?”
She hated being trussed up like this and unable to walk away. “You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Untie me.”
“No.”
“My wrists hurt.”
He reached up to examine her wrists. “There’s no chafing. You’re fine.”
“I’m cramping.”
“You’re lying. And wet,” he said, his hard shaft splitting her pussy lips and rubbing her in ways that sent sparks of pleasure deep within her cunt.
“I came, you idiot. Of course I’m wet.”
He moved against her again. “You’re wet because you like this.”
“Do not.” She felt childish saying it but couldn’t help herself. She was at a serious disadvantage here and was forced to resort to whatever tactics she could think of. Which wasn’t much. She was sorely lacking in battle implements.
“You want my cock in you?”
Yes! She shrugged. “I’d like to get on with this.”
He laughed and bent his head down to her breasts, tickling her neck with his hair. She inhaled, absorbing the crisp scent of him, trying not to sigh in utter delight. He did crazy things to her senses.
And when he moved his way down her body again, she groaned. “What are you doing?”
“Priming you,” he murmured in between kissing her skin.
“I’m already primed.”
“Not nearly enough.”
“Stop that. You already did that once.”
He paused and looked up at her, frowning. “Once? Oh, that’s not nearly enough.”
Good God. What was wrong with him anyway? Weren’t men typically after the jackpot? He wasn’t normal, that had to be it. His cock was hard, his balls had to be throbbing mercilessly. The man needed to come. Why didn’t he just fuck her?
But no. Not Rand. He was down there between her legs again, sliding his tongue all over her—”
“Oh my God.”
If it was good the first time, it was even better now. His mouth covered her pussy; his tongue lapped her clit with relentless strokes. Pressure rose like a teapot under a high fire. She jerked against her bonds as he took her to the very edge of reason, swirling his tongue around her clit until she poised right at the precipice of an orgasm.
Then he stopped. She lifted her head and watched him make a lazy crawl up her body. Like a predator about to pounce. He gripped her arms, then settled his cock against the entrance to her pussy as he hovered above her.
Sunlight bathed his body, turning him into a golden god. Every muscle, taut ridged hills, every hard plane showcased like a bronzed statue as he poised over her.
She tensed, anticipating the first thrust, but still he waited, his gaze locked with hers.
“Ask for it,” he said.
“What?”
“Ask for it.”
Her fingers curled into her palms. She would most definitely not beg him to fuck her. He could balance on his fingertips above her until midnight if he wanted to, but she would damn well not ask him to put his cock in her.
She clamped her lips together and held them while he rocked the tip of his cock against her clit. And she couldn’t squirm away, because when she