He made a growling noise against her sensitive flesh. Then he rapidly sucked her clit as his thumbs gently stroked the inner folds of her pussy.
The combination of relentlessness and gentleness sent her off like a rocket. She couldn’t help thrashing. The scarf around her wrists tightened and she could feel the blood pulsing beneath the bindings in the same cadence as the spasms in her sex. Spasms that intensified with every hard pull of his mouth.
Then it was over and she felt strangely bereft as Ronin eased back, still nuzzling and stroking her inner thighs, kissing the skin between her hip bones.
Why did Amery have the overwhelming urge to curl into a ball and cry? Because he’d just shown her that she wasn’t a cold bitch in bed? He’d proven that she could burn hot and fast with a man who took the time to find her fuse before he prematurely lit the match.
Those hard-skinned hands traveled up her sides. Ronin stroked the skin below the scarf crisscrossing her breasts. He crawled up her body, his hands pressing into the mattress beneath her shoulders, his warm mouth connecting with the skin below her ear. “Sweet baby. Has no man ever made you come like that?”
“No. It’s only been like this with you. The time with the candle wax and before downstairs and now . . . this.”
He dragged an openmouthed kiss down to her collarbone, the move so possessively erotic she knew he’d left a mark on more than just her skin. “I will make you come like that all the time. You’re beautiful all the time. But you’re especially beautiful when you unravel from my touch.”
“I want you to unravel for me too, Ronin.” She angled her chin and brushed a kiss across his forehead. “I want my hands in your hair, scratching your back, clutching your ass when you’re fucking me this time. Please untie me.”
Without a word he reached up and untied her. He checked her wrists for marks and rubbed her palms. “Any numbness?”
“No.”
“Tell me if you get strange tingling, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ronin snagged a condom off the nightstand.
Amery pushed up on her elbows. “Huh-uh. Hand it over. I get to do that this time.” She plucked the package from his fingers. “I’m glad you remembered them, because I’m fresh out.” She laughed. “Fresh out. Right. I haven’t needed them for several years.”
When Ronin cupped her chin and swept the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, she darted her tongue out to taste herself on him. She’d never dared do that before.
He murmured, “Again.”
On the second pass she licked all the way around it and suckled the tip.
“Do you like that? Does it feel dirty?”
“Not dirty. Just naughty. And new.”
“Next time I eat your pussy I’m going to kiss you with a mouthful of your juices so you’ll know how delectable you taste.”
Her pulse jumped. She looked at the condom package clutched in her hand and ripped it open.
Ronin watched as she tentatively cupped his balls. He didn’t have much pubic hair. Her fingers drifted up his fully erect shaft, even longer and thicker than she’d imagined. She slid her hand up and down, seeing a milky dot of precome beading on the tip. She’d had this thickness inside her, so it seemed strange this was the first time she’d touched him like this.
That’s because he’s a control freak. The only reason you’re touching him now is that he’s letting you.
Amery didn’t care. She wanted him any way she could get him. If she’d had any sexual self-confidence at all, she’d attempt to roll the condom on with her mouth. Instead she enclosed the shaft in her fist and pushed it down until that male hardness was encased in latex.
Ronin tipped her face up. Then he crushed his lips to hers and dove in for a blistering kiss as he rolled her onto her back.
Her thighs gripped his as she waited for that first hard thrust. But Ronin slipped into her carefully, slowing the kiss down to match the speed of his movements. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on.
He broke the kiss to say, “Cant your hips.”
Amery crossed her ankles behind his back, giving him a deeper angle. She arched but couldn’t feel the press of his chest against hers through the binding around her breasts.
She traced the muscles in his left biceps with her tongue while she curled her hands around his hips. Her thumbs slid into the deep groove of muscle running along both sides of his lower abdomen.
“Amery.”
Hearing her name as a demand, she turned her head and let his mouth reclaim hers.
This was such sweet heat. Bodies in motion. That crescendo building with every pump of his hips. She never wanted it to end.
Ronin grabbed her left knee, pushing it up and out. Then he twisted his pelvis, hitting her clitoris on every upward thrust, and his balls swung against her anus on each downward pass.
“Omigod.” She’d never felt anything so deliciously dirty.
“Like that, do you?”
Amery answered in a soft moan as he did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again until she came undone again.
His stamina, whether from martial arts discipline or just from practice between the sheets, was something to behold. Something to celebrate because she’d never felt like this before. Sexy. Freed. Wanted. The way he touched her stole her breath.
He pounded into her harder. “Hold on to me.”
She gripped the back of his neck.
“Look at me.”
Amery tilted her head down and met his gaze.
“Beautiful.”
Ronin arched back and came in silence even as his body moved frantically. He didn’t slow; he just shoved in deep and stayed there.
She licked another rivulet of sweat, rubbing her face in his damp flesh, marking herself with his scent. She might never shower again.
When he came back to himself, he nuzzled her cheek. Then he stroked her skin as he undid the scarf.
“That was . . .” She fought a yawn. “Incredible. But you wore me out in bed and in class, so I’m tired.”
“So sleep.”
“Will you stay?”
“Yes. Let me ditch the condom.”
Amery heard him in the bathroom. When he returned to bed, he snugged himself against her back and placed his palm flat on her belly, pulling her closer.
Maybe it made her weird, but she liked that he said nothing as they floated off to sleep together.
THE next morning Amery found herself alone in an empty bed and had a pang of disappointment that Ronin had left in the middle of the night.
No, he had his wicked way with you in the middle of the night.
She’d awoken from a deep sleep to his hands on her everywhere. Her breasts, her ass, her hair as he pulled her nipples into hard points. He’d slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, whispering, “You’re already wet for me.” He’d taken her like that, spooned to her back, her right leg draped over his as he entered her from behind. His breath hot in her ear. His fingers rubbing her clit. His cock driving into her until they both exploded. They’d even fallen asleep like that for a while.
Amery heard the shower shut off the same time “Wake up, sleepyhead” echoed up the stairs. “I brought you a cup of your favorite mocha java blend.”
She didn’t have time to straighten her hair, or put clothes on—she barely had time to clutch the sheet across her naked breasts before Chaz bounded into her bedroom. She really needed to remember to lock the door between her work and living space.