She let go, grabbed his hips, and pulled him down to her, lifting her mouth to him. The moment she made contact, he grabbed the top of the lounge chair. He had to hold back because all he wanted now was to fuck her mouth hard, and come in her throat. His bones were humming, his blood was rushing thick and hot, and he wanted the same release she’d had.
“No,” he said, stopping her a few seconds later.
“Why?”
“Because I want it like this,” he said and pulled her up to her knees, then pushed her down on all fours. “Because I need to touch you at the same time.”
He guided his cock back to her lips, and she opened wide, taking him all the way in, her warmth surrounding him. He gripped the back of her head with his hand, her hair spilling over his fingers as he moved in her mouth. He slid his other hand along her back, enjoying the soft, smooth skin, then down to her ass, spreading his hand over one perfect check, and squeezing.
She caught her breath from that motion, even with her mouth full. He dropped his hand lower, slipping it between her legs. “Think you can handle being touched again right after you came?”
She nodded.
“Good. Because I was so jealous of your fingers the whole time I was watching you, and now I want my hand on your sweet pussy,” he said, sliding his fingers over her lips, from her clit down through her wet folds, rubbing her in circles. She began to respond by rocking against his hand, moving her ass against him all while sucking him hard and as deep as he liked. Soon, he started to feel the build in the base of his spine, the threat of orgasm within his reach. All he had to do was thrust into her inviting mouth, let her take him as she wanted to. Every instinct in him said to keep fucking her mouth, especially given how she pushed back against his fingers, rocking into his touch. But that pussy, that delicious, beautiful pussy, was where he wanted to be right now. He gently reached for her, cupping her cheeks and pulled her off of him.
“You have no idea how much I want to come in your mouth,” he whispered, holding her tight in his hands.
“So do it. I want to taste you. You know how much I love tasting you.”
He shook his head, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. “I want to look at you when I come. I want to watch your face when I make you come again. I want to be inside you.”
She drew in a breath, and sighed sexily. “That sounds pretty damn nice too.”
He sank down on the end of the chaise lounge, and shifted her on top of him. He reached for the blindfold behind him, and dangled it between her breasts. “I like my gift so much, and there’s one more way I want to use it.”
She somehow sensed his need before he told her, because she moved her arms behind her back, aligning her wrists along her spine. “Is this how you want me?”
“Yes,” he growled. “This is one of the fifty million ways I want you.”
“Are you going to tell me all the other 49,999,999 ways?” she asked playfully as he looped his arms around her.
He smiled as he tied her wrists together, and bound her forearms, until they were neatly restrained along her back. “How is it possible that you can do this to me?”
“I think you’re doing things to me,” she said, her lips curving in a grin.
He ran a finger along her lips, tapping her lightly. “No, funny woman. How is it that you can make me laugh as I tie you up?”
“One of my many talents with my mouth,” she said, pouting sexily.
“Your sexy mouth is one of my favorite playgrounds,” he said, grasping her hips, raising her up, and then lowering her gorgeous body onto his cock. She inhaled sharply as he filled her.
“The blindfold is the gift that keeps on giving,” he said, and she smiled in return, then laughed deeply as he thrust into her, and he was sure it was her laughter that did him in. That melted his heart, absolutely and completely for this woman. He was there already, feeling everything for her, but for her to laugh like that during lovemaking, a joyous sound, sealed everything for him. He was a done deal when it came to her. She was the only woman he’d ever felt so much for, and he wanted her. Always.
She rode him up and down, but not a fast and furious kind of rhythm. More lingering and sensuous, taking her time, because they had time. There were no clocks, there were no deadlines; there was nothing but the two of them, entwined with each other.
He gripped her hips, guiding her moves at times, at others letting her set the pace. He kissed her breasts, burying his face against her chest, sucking one nipple, then the other. She desperately wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him tight against her, but her arms were shackled by the silk, and truth be told, she didn’t mind one bit. She didn’t mind being tied up by him, or tied down. Everything he did to her was designed to make her feel amazing—he fucked her like she was unbreakable, and he kissed her tenderly like her heart was the most fragile thing he’d ever touched, the thing he’d never want to break.
“I missed you this week,” he said as he blazed a trail of kisses up her chest to her throat. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” she said, breathing hard as he filled her.
“I need to see you more, Julia,” he said, and his voice was bare and emotional, stripped down to the simplest of needs.
“I need that too.”
He looped his arms around her waist, then up her back, tilting his face to look at her as they made love. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
“Tell me,” she said, locking eyes with him. “Tell me how much.”
“I want you in every way possible.”
“I thought it was fifty million ways,” she said, teasing him, and he thrust hard in response. “Tell me some of them.”
He gripped her wrists in one hand. “You know what I want? I want to fuck you in every way I can.”
Her eyes widened with those words, with the possessiveness of his tone. “How?”
He dropped a palm to her ass, gripping her tight. “I want to fuck your pussy as I’m doing now.” He drove deeper into her and she arched her back, letting him know she liked it. “I want to fuck your mouth, again and again,” he said, running his finger across her lips, then sliding it into her mouth. She sucked long and hard. He dropped his hand to her chest, tracing a line between her breasts. “I want to fuck you between your breasts,” he said. Then, in a flash, his hand had returned to her backside and he slipped a finger between the tops of her buttocks, causing her to draw a sharp breath. Inching his finger lower, she both tensed and thrilled as she sensed where he was going. He slid his hand between her legs, coating his fingers in her wetness, then began slowly traveling back up. “I want to fuck your hand, and I want to fuck your pretty little ass,” he said, stopping to rub a finger against her rear.
“Oh God,” she said, her eyes falling closed.
“Do you think you’d ever let me?” he asked, his voice all hot and husky against her throat as he pressed the tip of his finger further. He was barely inside her ass, but the twin sensations were so intense, tearing through her with a pulsing kind of tightness.
“I don’t know,” she admitted truthfully, in between breaths.
“Can I do this though?” he said, pushing deeper, and a bolt of pure, white heat lit up her body.
She could barely speak; words had become impossible to form. How could anyone put syllables together when he was inside her like this? When her entire body was trembling from pleasure, and from the unexpected intensity of both his cock and his finger penetrating her?
“Is that a yes?” he whispered, his voice low but firm. He needed an answer. He needed to know how far he could go, and there was a part of her that felt utterly helpless. She was tied up in his lap, with bound hands and spread legs. And yet, there was nothing he’d ever done to her that wasn’t short of spectacular. He was a drug, and he delivered hits of pure pleasure through her heart, mind and body.