She held them tight like that, savoring his reaction as he saw her breasts rise up more, creating an even deeper valley between them, from the tug of the fabric and her own hold on the ribbons.
She didn’t tie up her wrists. She simply held tight, as if she gripped the leash of a dog, one in each hand, restraining herself.
* * *
She’d fucking tied herself up. Okay fine, there were no knots. But she’d done it. She’d offered her own bound body to him. His dick throbbed, and lust burned through him like wildfire. She was the most enticing woman he’d ever known.
And she was so damn slippery. So fucking wet. He dropped his gaze to her wet cunt once more as a bolt of desire slammed into him from the sight of her sweet pink flesh. So slick and ready. He slid a finger through her folds, then dipped it inside her, watching her thrust up into his hand. Then he brought that finger to her perfect tits, spreading her wetness between them.
Her eyes widened as she watched him prepare her. He could have fucked her without lubrication. He could have taken her and just thrust his dick between those gorgeous globes of flesh, the friction spurring him on. But it would be better like this.
Better wet. Better slippery.
He gripped his dick, sliding a bead of liquid over the head and closing his eyes momentarily as the sensations roared through him. Fuck, he needed to come. He needed release.
He planted his knees by her ribs, then lowered himself to her chest, sliding his hard cock between her lush breasts, as he parked his hands on the table.
Then he ravaged her tits.
He groaned as he felt her soft flesh press against his dick. She’d inched her arms closer to her body, making a warm, snug tunnel for him. Her breasts caressed his cock as he thrust, his balls slapping against her chest. Her mouth parted, her lips open. Such an eager one, she flicked out her tongue, and licked the tip on several thrusts.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, panting as heat spread through him.
She nodded. “I want to watch you get off on me,” she whispered as she held on tight to the ends of the red fabric, her firm grip on the ribbon giving him all the friction he needed. “I’ve never seen your face when you’re coming. I want to know what you look like when you come all over me.”
Desire surged in him, like white waters raging, as he pumped between that perfect flesh. He jammed his hands harder against the table. “Tell me how much you want it,” he growled, his voice ragged.
“So much,” she pleaded, her blue eyes shining with desire. My God, he had unleashed a wild woman in her, and he fucking loved it as she talked dirty right at him, saying, “I want you all over my neck, and my chest, and my tits. Please give it to me.”
His spine ignited. His balls tightened, drawing up closer as he rocked through the slick, hot valley of her breasts. That first neon burst of pleasure roared in him, then climbed higher as he pumped. Keeping his dick where it was happiest, he sat up so she could see his face as he gave her what she wanted.
“Now. Fucking now. Watch me come on you,” he groaned, fighting to keep his own eyes open, wanting to watch her as she savored the sight of him straddling her chest, rocking into her tits, and spilling hot white streams onto her breasts, all the way up to her neck and her chin, even the ends of her hair.
He shuddered.
A total body release.
She let go of the hold on one of her ribbons, dragged her finger between her breasts and brought it to her lips, licking him off.
“Oh, beautiful. You deserve another orgasm for that,” he said then fucked her with his fingers until she came riding his hand on her dining room table.
Chapter Twenty-One
Hot water rained down on them in her luxurious shower with glass brick walls. He poured some of her shampoo into his palm then lathered up her soft hair, taking his time working it into her wet strands. She closed her eyes, and leaned her head against his chest.
“Your dinner’s probably getting cold,” he murmured in her ear as he turned her around and rinsed the shampoo from her hair.
“I know. But that’s what re-warming in the oven is for,” she said.
He looped an arm around her waist, tugging her soft, wet body against his. “I know this sounds crazy because it was only a few days ago when I saw you, but I did miss you,” he said, planting a kiss on her neck, then traveling to her lips, kissing her softly, slowly, taking his time. She whimpered sexily against his lips, and he let go. “That dinner is really going to get cold.”
“And I am really going to get hot the longer I stand here in the shower naked with you,” she said, and he eyed her all over, keenly aware that this was the first time she’d been completely naked in front of him, and him with her.
He held up his finger. “Let me go get a condom.” He turned to the shower door when he felt her grasp his arm.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And I’m kind of ridiculously clean.”
He laughed. “Ridiculous is good. And same here. Clean, that is.”
He backed her up against the royal-blue tiled wall, hitched up her right leg around his hip, and guided himself into her.
There were no words to describe how fantastic she felt. So he didn’t say anything. He simply moved inside her, getting to know her body even more intimately as twilight fell and she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered his name.
Soon, she was saying it louder, in an orgasmic shout, and he chased her there.
* * *
Ryan pointed admiringly at the chicken, which had been reheated and was as tasty as she’d hoped. He was polishing off his second serving. “This is delicious. You sure can cook.”
“Just wait ’til you have dessert then,” she said with a smile as she brought the glass of pinot grigio to her lips and took a sip of the wine he’d given her. The peach tulips blazed brightly in a vase in the middle of the table. She’d changed into a short yellow sundress and had combed her hair into a clip. The ends of his still-wet hair curled up, a look she found made him even sexier than usual, considering what they’d just done in the shower.
Sparks swooped through her, and she was damn near ready for another round. But she also enjoyed talking to him, and they’d had a nice chat over dinner. He’d spotted a wedding photo of Holden and her, and had even remarked how pretty she looked. If he’d felt any tension or jealousy over her friendship with her ex, he didn’t let on, which made her happy. He’d asked about Holden’s work, and she’d shared more details, mentioning that he was helping with the upcoming fundraiser.
“I’m getting together with Holden tomorrow to go over some details, and truth be told, we’ll probably do some shopping, too. We’re both partial to the Grand Canal shops,” she said, as if divulging a naughty secret.
“This sounds strange even as I say it, but I hope you have fun shopping with your ex,” he said, bemused. She laughed, delighted that he could accept her friendship with Holden so easily.
“Tell me more about your company, and what it’s like working with your older brother,” she said.
As he talked about his work, and both the joys and pitfalls of working with a sibling, a realization slipped to front and center in her mind.
She liked him. A lot.
No, that wasn’t it. It was way more than like.
She was falling for Ryan Sloan. That was what the sparks in her belly were. They weren’t sex butterflies. They were falling for you butterflies.
Ryan set down his fork and cleared his throat. “So, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
Her shoulders tensed instinctively. Nothing good ever came from those words. “You’re married?” she asked, panic seizing her. She wasn’t sure why that was the first thing that came to her mind. But she was sure something bad was about to come out of his mouth. Especially given where her own mind and heart had just gone.