"Hmmm… I don't know." Having one of her hands free was so very tempting. She really did want to explore his powerful body with one hand, at least, but in the dream she had been completely subdued and unable to interact with her attacker in any way. He had been in charge and that was kind of the point of her fantasy. If she was the uncompromising victim then she couldn't feel guilty for taking pleasure in the situation. Willingly using her hands on him definitely crossed the line into complicity and made her a partner in her own seduction. And that wasn't supposed to happen, no matter how much she ached to touch him. She couldn't help but wonder how far off script could she go and still exorcise the dream from her system.
"Too late. I'm putting the other cuff on," he said, bouncing off her with surprising agility for such a large man he deftly flipped her onto her back and then gently lifted her until she was lying face up in the middle of the bed again. He then straddled her waist and leaned over her as he brought her other wrist up to the headboard so he could fasten it to one of the bars.
"No! Stop! I'll touch you. Leave it off." She cried, the words bursting forth before she'd even realized she'd made her decision.
He froze above her. "Really? Where? Where do you want to touch me?" He demanded, lowering her wrist until it rested on the pillow beside her head.
"Your face. I want to touch your face. And you can't touch me while I'm doing it."
He sighed and eased back until he was no longer looming over her. "Not exactly what I was hoping for but it's a start." He gently carried her small hand to his face, gave her fingertips a lingering kiss and then let go of her hand.
The first thing Holly noticed was how far she had to stretch her arm to reach his face. He was still sitting astride her waist and his torso was very long. Warmth seemed to radiate off his skin, even through his T-shirt and she could feel the heavy weight of his arousal pressed into her stomach as he leaned forward to give her better access to his face.
She had meant to do a very perfunctory examination of his facial structure, but tracing his mouth with her thumb was such an unexpected pleasure that she found herself lingering over the task. His lips were just as soft as they'd seemed when they'd been lingering on her neck earlier. When he playfully opened his mouth and nipped at the meaty flesh of her thumb and then sucked it into his mouth to soothe it she felt another rush of heat between her thighs. She pressed her legs together, seeking some relief from the tension in her body, but that just made the emptiness seem more apparent.
For the first time in her life she was aware that she desperately needed something to relieve that ache. She needed his hand or his mouth there, between her legs. But more than that she wanted his big, hard cock thrusting deeply within her body. Relentlessly pounding into her until she achieved the ecstasy that had always eluded her. Until now.
Holly felt her cheeks flushing at her thoughts. What had this man done to her? They hadn't even kissed yet and she was squirming with desire for him. It was downright scary what the right situation and some truly explosive chemistry could do to an otherwise reasonable and formerly frigid woman.
Needing a distraction from her weeping pussy, she moved her fingers away from his treacherous mouth and swept them up the strong blade of his nose. It wasn't a small nose, and she could tell by the bump in the bridge that he'd probably broken it at least once or twice.
"I know what you're doing," he said, his breath sending warm puffs of air against her arm.
"What am I doing?"
"You can try to memorize my face with your adorable fingers all you want, but you won't be able to identify me. That only happens in the movies."
Despite herself, she giggled. That's exactly what she'd been thinking when she'd chosen his face as her touch zone. But now she was enjoying the tactile sensation of his skin under her hands too much to think about picking him out of a line-up. That would n ever happen, of course. This was just a fantasy after all.
"What's this?" She asked as her fingertips skidded over a rough patch high on one cheek bone. It felt like a long cut, about two inches long, with stitches still embedded in his flesh.
"That's nothing for you to worry about. I got into a fight recently."
"Did you climb in the wrong window?"
"Something like that. But it'll heal and then I'll be back to my usual studly self."
"Are you?"
"Studly, you mean?"
"Yes. Would you say you're handsome?"
He let out a bark of laughter. "Hell, no. Definitely not handsome. Don't get me wrong. I'm not scaring small children or anything, but I'm definitely not going to be on the cover of a magazine anytime soon. Why? Still think you'll be able to describe me for the sketch artist?"
"No. I'm just curious. I mean, I know it shouldn't matter, but this would be easier if I was pretty sure you weren't a complete monster." She brushed one thick eyebrow with her index finger and felt his long eyelashes flutter against the palm of her hand.
"You mean you'd feel better about being attracted to me?"
"I didn't say I was attracted to you. I'm just making the best of a horrible situation." She jerked her hand away from his face and brought it down until her arm was crossed protectively over her breasts.
"Oh, baby. You don't have to say it. I know you are." He leaned forward and whispered against her temple. "You see, while you've been fondling my mug, I've been studying you. There's a flashlight aimed right at the bed and I can see every beautiful inch of that sweet little body of yours."
She shook her head in denial. "You have not!"
"Afraid so. And I just love the way your mouth has dropped open just enough that I can see your adorable pink tongue. Every once in a while you lick your lips and it's driving me crazy, I want to taste you so bad. And don't even get me started on your breasts. You can try and hide them all you want but your nipples have been as hard as pencil erasers for the past ten minutes. Just begging me to suck on them."
"It's cold in here. I can't help that. And my lips are dry."
A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he nuzzled the side of her face and flexed his hard flesh against her stomach. "It's like a sauna in here, and I'd be willing to bet that your lips aren't dry at all. In fact, I'm pretty certain that they're soft, moist and very, very sweet."
Holly gasped. He was most certainly talking about another set of lips entirely. Why did his words make her even wetter? The crotch of her lavender boy-short panties w as a soggy mess and she felt heat flood her cheeks at the thought of him discovering the evidence of her arousal at some point this evening.
Unaware she was even doing it, she licked her lips nervously and was startled when he groaned and pulled back to a sitting position.
"Honey. You have got to stop doing that or I am going to lose it. I'm boiling in my own skin here and watching you do that is just making it worse"
She heard some rustling and was aware that he was removing his shirt.
"Heww. That's better." Leaning down again he gently removed her hand from where it had been resting on her shoulder and brought it back up to his face. She resisted for a moment, unwilling to expose her treacherous nipples to his gaze again, but he pulled insistently until she conceded. She was feeling a bit self-conscious about her emaciated frame, but judging by his behavior and his massive erection he didn't find her body distasteful in the least. Besides, the thought of him watching her while she was completely in the dark was incredibly erotic.
He kissed her fingertips again and pressed her palm against his unscarred cheekbone. "Now, are you done mapping my face or can I choose the next touch zone? Cause I think it's time to take this road trip south. Way south."