“No. You will exercise your control. Don’t move and don’t touch me.”
“Aye,” he breathed. Aye, mistress.
She lightly put a fingertip in between his collarbones and moved it outward to his broad left shoulder. The tip of her tongue followed the dry caress.
Alistair suffered her slow exploration of his arms and chest. He held on to the sheets to stop his hands from grabbing Sophia and impaling her with his erection.
Fuck. My nipples. He moaned low as she grazed his nipples with her nails and lavished them with her tongue. Her hair caressed his abdomen making the muscles tense up.
“If you mean to torture me,” he gritted out, “you’re doing an excellent job of it.”
“Am I?” She placed her fingers over his collarbones again. She was deliberately teasing him. “I’m going to show you what pleasure really is.”
“Sophia.”
“If you move, I’ll start it all over again,” she threatened.
She worshipped and explored his body at a leisurely pace, making him delirious with desire. Every small inch of it received the attention of her fingers and tongue, but for his ignored cock that strained for her attention, arching up to his navel.
Too spellbound to do otherwise, Alistair simply lay there and endured the sweet torture, struggling to keep his climax at bay.
His breath was so uneven and shaky that Sophia smiled on his skin.
Fuck. Unable to resist, Alistair searched blindly for her hand and gripped it around his erection, curling his fingers over hers.
“I told you not to move.”
“Sophia. I’m dying here.”
She obliged him for a few tantalizing strokes.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he gasped. The relief was immediate, intense. And nowhere near enough. “That’s it, sweetheart. Now, take me in your mouth.”
Sophia stilled her hand, still gripping him tightly. “I’m a woman of my word, my lord. You moved. I have to start all over again.” She slid her hand up again. “Although, I have to confess that I quite like your cock.”
Fuck. She drives me wild when she talks like that.
But this time Sophia started with his face. Eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, the line of his nose. Her light touch was thorough and indiscriminate.
He found himself nuzzling onto her touch. He exhaled until his lungs were empty.
Her fingertip smoothed his lips and her tongue followed.
A delicate cascade of pleasure rippled through him and he raised his head and took her mouth in a desperate kiss. Her fingers plunged into his hair and he moaned. He never thought such simple and light caresses could be so arousing.
“We’re supposed to be making love,” he whispered in a strangle voice.
“That’s what I’m doing. Making love to your beautiful body.” Her voice betrayed her desire and he knew she was enjoying her power.
“You can do better.”
“I will. Patience.” Her tongue followed her fingertips down his chest and she nibbled his nipple.
He groaned.
“Better, Alistair Connor?” she mocked.
“Better.” Almost.
She licked his navel and made her way down to his straining erection.
His breath was a painful rasp in his throat. He couldn’t take much more of this. He felt her softly blowing on the head of his cock and then the wet tip of her tongue. She delicately swirled it around the broad head.
“Sophia, please.”
When her mouth found him, he let out a strangled shout, “Yes.”
It was sweet pain as she slowly glided her tongue over the smooth head. He was almost afraid to thrust up in her mouth and have her start again. She shifted on the bed, arranging herself in a better position and rested her hands on his hips. She put all her weight on her hands keeping him in place and engulfed his arousal in her mouth, sucking him in as deep as she could.
A feral need clawed its way through Alistair’s body as Sophia licked and sucked him with tantalizing movements of her mouth. She was exposing an old need that had been studded in the deepest layer of his being. And she was doing nothing out of the normal. He was being stripped bare of all his control.
She shifted again, pushing his legs wider apart and he felt her soft breasts, tipped with her chilled nipples caressing his thighs.
She delighted in the contrast of his coarse hairs with her soft skin. Alistair tasted just like he smelled, sweet and all male. And she wanted more. She wanted it all.
She wanted to show him she could make him come wildly apart in her arms. She drew him in deeper in long swipes of her head and he grunted and heaved, the sheets fisted in his hands.
Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. “I’m going to-” He growled loudly, as her teeth grazed the head of his cock and she squeezed his balls lightly in her hand. She ran her tongue down the underside of his arousal and sucked one of his balls in her mouth, while her hand worked his length.
“Stop,” he choked out.
She took him again in her mouth and massaged his perineum with her thumb and, just like that, his control was gone.
He shouted her name as he reached for her, shoving his hands in her long hair as he came in her mouth, his hips jerking up with the force of his orgasm.
Exhausted and spent, he laid there gasping for air, struggling to make sense of what had just happened.
It seemed to him that his body had exploded in a million pieces and someone had yet to mend him.
His mind was so fuzzy that he didn’t even notice as Sophia went to the bathroom and returned with a warm moist towel. He felt her tender ministrations as she cleaned him and untied the blindfold. He blinked when the soft light of the room reached his eyes, focusing on her smiling face.
He raised on his elbows to look at her better.
“Was it good?” She was sitting by his side, naked, leaning on her hand, her feet tucked under her bent legs.
Good?! He shook his head, “Nae. It was...” How to qualify the best orgasm of one’s life? “I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm. Every time I’m with you, it gets better and better.” He pushed a lock of her long hair behind her ear and traced its shell with his finger. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.” He pulled her for a kiss.
Love is the most powerful medicine, Alistair Connor.
He broke the kiss and nonchalantly asked, “And what about your ass?”
“You owe me yours now.”
“Dream on, my lady,” he snorted. “Back to yours, you liked when I penetrated you with my finger.”
She blushed and he sniggered.
Why does he need to be so blunt? “One finger, Alistair Connor,” she snapped. “Not your... your...”
“Dick, prick, cock, shaft, rod-”
“Penis!” She jumped off the bed, her cheeks light pink.
He laughed, amused and endeared.
She shoved her hands into her hair, aggravated, “There is nothing funny about this.” She stomped her foot on the rug.
He laughed even more, “I love it when you stomp your beautiful foot. It makes me want to spank you.”
“I’m not spankable-” she paused at the weird word. “Alistair Connor, my ass is not available at the moment.”
At the moment. Mmm. That’s a good sign. “Okay, okay. No need to be mad at me. We’ll take a rain check.” His smile was wicked as he patted the bed beside him.
She crawled back to his side and sat there looking at him.
“One more thing to introduce you to, Beauty,” he mused, “I like it.”
She made a face at him.
“Now.” His eyes flashed green as he tumbled her down on the mattress with a naughty smile on his lips, “I want to... reciprocate your torture.”