She was a decadent, uninhibited treat he wanted to gobble up in one lusty bite.
Deciding that was a most excellent scenario, he inched back the sheet covering her and licked a slow path along her belly. By the time he made himself at home between her legs, she was awake and rubbing the grogginess from her eyes. “What are you doing down there?”
“If you have to ask, I’m clearly doing it wrong.” He set about rectifying that possibility with a leisurely swirl of his tongue over her clit. She wiggled, and he held her down, laughing evilly as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. Within seconds her attempts at escape morphed into restless pulls of his hair and swivels of her hips while she moaned and rode his tongue.
The way she took her pleasure from him drove him crazy. Out of his damn mind. He wanted to return the favor until she was screaming in ecstasy beneath him.
Lifting onto his knees, he scanned the bed, his gaze landing on the silk panel attached to the nearest post. That will do nicely. Leaving his cozy spot between Avi’s legs, he unbuttoned the top tab of the silk and gathered it in his hands, twisting the fabric to make it taut. He slipped one end around the crook of her left knee and wound the coiled silk several times before securing it with a firm knot.
She stared at him the entire time, her breasts quivering with her rapid breaths. “Somehow I doubt this was the decorator’s intended purpose when fabric shopping.”
“Damn short-sighted of them.” He angled her so her head aligned with the post and pulled the improvised restraint toward the carved column, wrapping the silk behind it. The shortening length of the binding forced Avi’s trapped knee up toward her shoulder. He tied the remaining end of the panel around her right knee, resigning it to the same wicked fate as its mate, and scooted back to admire his handiwork.
A rosy flush painted Avi’s pale skin. Her wide, expressive eyes glued to him, she shivered. He stroked his cock, his attention drifting to the beautiful sight of her glistening pussy open and available to him.
Only him.
Licking his lips, he lowered his head and plowed his tongue through her sweet honey, savoring every drop.
“Jer.”
He glanced up and met the desperate pleading in her eyes. He slowed the advance of his tongue, deliberately teasing her.
“Please.”
Goddamn. He did love her begging. His index finger momentarily taking over for his tongue, he continued tormenting her clit. “You need to come, sweetness?”
A tremor coursed through her body. “Yes.”
“I’m going to give you that orgasm. Then I’m planning to fuck you. So hard and deep, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
She shuddered. “You damn well better deliver on that promise, cocky bastard.”
That was a challenge he was prepared to deliver. Returning his mouth to her pussy, he sucked on her clit with firm, demanding pulses. She strained upward, a strangled cry ripping from her. The sound spurred him on, and he ate her like he was starved for her taste, her climax. She bucked against his mouth, her trilling wail accompanying the fierce beating of her clit under his tongue. When she went lax upon the sheets, he settled between the cradle of her restrained legs. His cock ached in his fist, anxious to fill the wet heaven it most longed for. He conjured the protective sheath and eased inside her, his breath hissing at the snug velvet fit of her.
Her drenched state aided his first thrust, and she enveloped him completely. He felt nothing but her pussy rippling around him, and it was blissful nirvana. Glancing down, he stared spellbound at the slick advance and retreat of his engorged cock. Her wetness bathed every inch of him and trickled a path to his balls. He could feel his climax building, tingling at the base of his spine. Desperate to prolong the pleasure, he slowed the pumping of his hips to a lazy bobble. His motions came with the added side benefit of allowing his cockhead to ruthlessly torment her G-spot. But soon enough he became victim to his own dirty game when she gasped, her tight little channel milking him like a fist. The pressure on his shaft and balls winning the war on his restraint, he pounded into her, sweat leaking down his spine.
The orgasm blindsided him, the ferocity of it clueing him in that he’d once again merged with the tail end of her climax. Eyes rolling back in his head, he shuddered and groaned, riding out the insane storm before he collapsed on top of her.
His own snore snapped him awake a moment later. Or maybe it was an hour. He was willing to bet on the latter, once he took in Avi’s wry expression. Recalling the state of her bound knees, he moaned an apology and quickly set about freeing her.
She grinned up at him. “Far as good mornings go, I’d say that ranks in the top ten.” Her lips twitched at his cocked eyebrow. “Fine, top two. Number-one spot is reserved for me tying you up next time.”
“Deal.” Stretching over her, he awarded her a proper kiss. Combing his fingers through her hair, he shared her breath, the cadence of her heartbeat…
And wondered what the devil he was going to do now.
He’d tied her to him. In every sense of the word. Like the selfish bastard he was, he’d given his middle finger to the curse of the goddesses because he couldn’t bear the thought of Avi with another.
The hell of it? He’d do it again in an instant. If that didn’t make him a selfish bastard, nothing would.
Avi cuddled into him, her hand resting on his shoulder. The need to protect her, hold her safe and dear, expanded inside his chest until he swore the pressure would burst through his sternum. When she nibbled his earlobe, a whole different pressure built.
She rimmed the shell of his ear. “Do you know what I’m dying to do right now?”
“Fellatio?”
She chuckled. “We just came our brains out. Surely it’s too soon for you to even think about doing it again.”
“Wrong. I’m most definitely thinking about it.” He splayed his palm on her breast, his thumb a coaxing brushstroke on her nipple.
Her breath snaked from her lungs. “I wasn’t considering a blow job.”
“No?” He ducked and kissed her nipple.
She shook her head. “What I have in mind is hot, wet and feels soooo good.”
“Sounds like a blow job to me.”
She pinched him. “I was talking about taking a shower together.”
He nodded enthusiastically. “A blow job in the shower. Distinctly what I said.”
“You’re an impossible fairy.”
Yes, but one who was about to get fellatio in the shower. Sending a silent memo to his cock to hold on to that thought, he kissed her forehead and began to roll her into his arms. He paused when he spied the corner of a tattoo near her tailbone.
“Holy hell. You have an ass tat.”
She stiffened and attempted to flop onto her back.
“No way, baby. I gotta check this out.” Avi with ink? Talk about fucking hot.
“I need to explain something before I show you the tattoo.”
Like that didn’t make him more determined to see it. “Okay, sure.”
She started to relax. Seizing his opportunity, he grinned and flipped her over.
“Jer!”
Chuckling, he dropped his gaze, prepared to witness something scandalous or embarrassing. Instead, he got an eyeful of her gorgeous ass.
And his tribe symbol.
Blinking, he traced his fingers over the intricate design that was a perfect duplicate to his own. She went deathly still beneath him.
“When did you do this?” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t mask the thick emotion in his tone.