Her mouth met mine, one of her hands gripping the silk for support while the other cupped the back of my neck, her fingers sliding through my hair.
Without breaking the kiss, I adjusted my position, freeing my hands so I could explore her body, trailing my fingers across her shoulders, down her arms, over the curve of her waist. Everywhere except the places she wanted me to touch her most.
She gasped against my mouth, her body arching into my touch. I pressed my thighs together, aching. This was as much a torture for me as it was for her.
I kissed down her throat, and her head fell back.
“Amélie,” she breathed. “Fuck. Wait.” I drew back slightly, and she moved, expertly adjusting the crimson fabric so she was lying back with the silk cupping her body, her legs slightly parted. When our eyes met again, a slow, sultry smile curved over her lips. An invitation.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I murmured, moving closer, until I was essentially hovering above her, supported by the fabric wrapped around my waist and hips. I lowered myself slowly, my body covering hers, and we both moaned as we pressed together.
Reaching for the small knife I’d carefully secured, I brought it up between us, the blade glinting in the dim light. “Tell me if you want me to stop. Any time. Okay?”
“I will.”
Carefully, I slid the blade under the centre of the hem of her sports bra, keeping my free hand wrapped around my silk for stability. With one smooth motion, I sliced upwards, and she gasped, her breasts heaving as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin. I peeled the ruined fabric away, letting it fall to the safety net below. I didn’t even have time to appreciate the view before her fingers were curving around the handle of the knife.
“Your turn,” she breathed, her hand steady as she mimicked my movements. Cold metal kissed my skin for a second before she slashed through the fabric in one decisive movement. My breasts spilled free, and I watched her eyes darken as she took me in.
“Beautiful,” she whispered.
I took the knife back, trailing the flat of the blade across her collarbone, down between her breasts, watching her shiver at the sensation. “You like that?”
“Mmmm.”
I moved the knife lower, to the waistband of her leggings. “These need to go too.”
She lifted her hips as much as she could in her silk restraints, and I carefully sliced through one side of her leggings, then the other, peeling the fabric away until there was nothing left. Her bare body, wrapped in crimson, was the most beautiful and erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life. The ache between my thighs was impossible to ignore, my leggings damp with my arousal, my whole body on fire with desire for this woman who was my everything.
“Now, you.” Taking the knife, she cut through my leggings slowly and deliberately, leaving me just as naked as she was. Before she could touch me, though, I had to touch her. To feel her fucking soar.
My hand ran down her soft, warm skin, stopping just above her clit. She was already so wet for me, glistening in the low light. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I slid two fingers inside her in one smooth motion, and she cried out, her back arching in the silk, her fingers flexing around the smooth material.
“That’s it.” My thumb circled her clit as I curved my fingers inside her. “You feel so good.”
The silks swayed as I used my fingers to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Lowering myself so I could get my mouth on one of her pretty breasts, I teased her nipple first with my tongue, and then with my lips, before moving to her other breast. She was panting and gasping by the time I moved my mouth to her delicious pussy, replacing my fingers with my tongue, and then she shattered around me.
Her cry echoed through the empty big top, her body shaking as I worked her through it, until her hand slid into my hair, gently tugging me upwards. She finally stilled with a soft groan.
“Fuck. That was—” She breathed out shakily, and then her eyes met mine, so wide and dark and hungry. “Your turn.”
12
Hemlock
My chest heaved as I came down from my high, my hand trembling as I gently withdrew it from Amélie’s soft hair. I almost couldn’t believe that had actually happened, that she had given me the best orgasm of my life while we were both suspended high above the floor, wrapped in silk—something that would never have even occurred to me to try.
It was without a doubt the hottest sexual experience we’d ever had together, and I knew that after tonight, I’d want to repeat this. Again, and again.
“Your turn,” I repeated. “Next time, we’ll use the silks, but for now, I want to try something different.”
She gave me a sultry smile. “Mmm. I like the sound of that.”
When we were both safely on the floor, Amélie lying on her back with her body cradled in a pile of crimson silks, I headed over to my bag and pulled out my mask and a length of black satin ribbon that I sometimes used in my hair during performances.
I held them up, and her gaze flashed with heat. “Yes, please.”
Carefully, I placed the mask over her eyes and loosely bound her hands above her head, before lowering myself over her topress a kiss to her soft lips. “You can free your hands if you want to, and if you want to stop any of this, just say so.”
