He smoothed his hands over her body, up her back, over her shoulders and arms and released her wrists. He rolled her over onto her back. She stared at him through dazed eyes, unable to process coherent thoughts.
“Come now,” he murmured. He lifted her legs, pressing them up to her chest, and his fingers slipped between her legs. “Come for me. You’re so close.”
He stroked through her wetness, wetter than she’d ever been, up over the bump of her clit, her ass still filled with the beads. He pumped them a little as he rubbed her clit, sensation rocketing through her in hot waves.
She cried out, closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side. It was too much, too much sensation, too much pleasure, heat rushing through her body, building to an intense peak, making her mindless with fiery ecstasy. The forbidden pleasure of the beads in her ass, the wicked touch of his fingers on her clit, the helplessness of being at his mercy all combined into a dark, edgy euphoria. Her orgasm crashed over her and when he pulled the beads out of her anus, one by one as she came, fire flared over and over and over, her body convulsing in hard pulses.
Restraining his own dominant urges to shove his prick inside her and fuck her senseless was a supreme challenge to his self-control. His cock throbbed, his balls ached with the need to come. Adrenaline sizzled through his veins and he could even taste it in his mouth. Yeah. Oh yeah. He’d done it for her. A massive wave of satisfaction rocked him.
He held her arms as he drew them slowly down to her side, knowing the burn she would be feeling. Starting with one small hand, he slowly massaged her, his fingers kneading and stroking their way up her arm to her shoulder. He knelt beside her and tenderly massaged her shoulder muscles, using his thumbs to press deeply. She moaned and her eyelashes fluttered.
“That…feels good,” she moaned.
“You were amazing, Tara.”
She’d really gone far away and he’d been impressed, awed even, though he sensed she could go even further. He continued his massage down the other arm and hand, then gently rolled her over to her tummy again. Her long hair curtained her face from him. He pressed fingers and thumbs into the tight muscles from shoulders down the sides of her spine in a slow sensual massage, until he reached her ass. Her sweet, blushing pink ass. He shifted and leaned down to press a kiss to each soft, hot cheek, gently massaging her tender flesh. Her small whimpers of pleasure told him what he needed to know.
“Stay put,” he said, rolling off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, he ran warm water over a cloth and returned to wipe the slick lube from her ass and pussy, carefully washing her.
“There you go,” he crooned and he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She was as limp as the cloth he’d just tossed to the floor. “You did so good, baby. So good. Christ, you make me hot.”
His erection pressed against her softness, but he knew he had to wait. He needed all his control to be able to give her what she needed.
“I can’t believe I let you do that to me,” she moaned. He cupped the back of her head and pressed her face to his chest.
“You loved it.” He stated it with utter certainty and satisfaction.
“No, I didn’t.”
He inhaled slowly, delving deep for patience. Surely she still wasn’t going to be in denial about what she’d gotten from that? He swallowed a sigh, giving her a chance to recover and catch her breath before he got inside her pretty body. He wanted to fuck her everywhere—her pussy, her mouth, her ass. And he had no doubt she wanted that too, deep inside her.
When he felt her heart rate slow and her breathing even out, he moved her away from him, gently laying her on her back on the bed. “So beautiful,” he said, carefully pushing strands of hair back off her face. Her mouth was swollen and red; probably she’d bitten her lip while he’d flogged her. Her eyes still held a dazed haziness, her cheeks flushed a pretty peach. He rubbed a thumb over her plump bottom lip, pushed into her mouth to feel the sharp edge of her bottom teeth, the warm velvet of her tongue.
“Suck me,” he said softly. Her mouth closed around his thumb and she pulled at it with a soft wet suction. “Good girl.”
Her pupils dilated and he let her suck for a moment, then tugged his thumb away and dragged his fingertips down the side of her neck to her breasts. He loved her tits and playing with them for a while to get her all hot again would be sweet torture.
He bent his head and took one tight little nipple into his mouth, fit it to his tongue and sucked. Her fingers slid into his hair. Aw, that felt damn good. Although he loved seeing her bound and helpless, there were advantages to having her hands free.
He nibbled and licked and sucked with increasing pressure and intensity until her body twitched hard beneath him and her fingers dug into his scalp, sending electricity sizzling down his spine. He lifted and looked down at her breasts, firm and round, tipped with hard, dark red little nipples almost glowing with heat and sensation. “They’re perfect, Tara.” He stroked a hand over them, cupped her fullness, then pinched and rolled the nipples in his fingers. He bent his head and used his teeth with exquisite care. She gasped.
“Tell me, Tara.” He nipped at the other nipple, swollen and crimson. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” Her head tossed on the pillow, her hips lifted and satisfaction drizzled through him like warm honey at how responsive she was to him. His cock leaped. “God, yes.”
“If you want me to stop, say the word.” He dragged his tongue over the tight bud, alternating soft with hard, soothing with sharp.
She didn’t say it, just moaned again.
“Your nipples will be sore,” he murmured. “But when I touch you tomorrow, just a brush of my finger against your tender nipples will remind you of this and make you wet.”
Her breathing grew even choppier. “Oh dear God.”
Christ, he needed to be inside her, and he moved over her, parted her thighs and slipped his fingers through her wetness. Unbelievable. Her clit twitched delicately at his touch. She needed to come again as much as he did.
He reached for a condom, gloved up and prepared to push inside her. “What do you want, Tara?” He paused, his hands on her thighs. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
“Ah.” And he thrust into her. She was wet and soft enough to take almost all of him on the first push, and with the second he was balls deep inside her. Christ! On his knees, legs spread wide, he dropped his head back, eyes closed, lungs straining. Her velvet warmth wrapped around his cock, tight and hot. Moisture beaded on his forehead. Pleasure tore through him, violent and ferocious.
“Oh be careful,” she begged, head tossing. “So deep…so deep…”
Ah Christ, he didn’t want to hurt her. He eased up just a little. He reached for her face, grasped it and turned it toward him, holding it. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Open your eyes.”
She dragged her eyes open and met his. And everything he saw there slammed into him, knifing straight to his heart. His hand slid from her jaw to her throat, holding her there like a collar. He fucked her with hard, heavy strokes and she lifted into him and fucked him back, their eyes fastened on one another.
“Come,” he said. And reached between them to find her clit with his thumb. He pressed over it and she cried out and arched up off the bed. He watched the ecstasy tighten her beautiful face, a pink flush of pleasure flow up from her breasts to her throat to her face.