The approval brought tears to her eyes. She drew a huge breath and waited.
Something nudged her entrance and slipped inside, stretching internal muscles and filling her in a delightful manner. The object started to move, slow at first before the speed increased. Dallas’s hands on her hips grounded her, but it was the delicate lick of his tongue around her clit that propelled a throaty groan up her throat.
“Dallaaas.” Sensations tore through her, almost brutal in intensity. So perfect. Maybe it was the waiting, the slow build or maybe it was Dallas, but she knew one thing. She wanted more.
Pleasure strummed every nerve ending. Fierce and free, she soared, a kite riding the breeze. She rose and dipped, pulsed and quivered with each touch. His hot breath blew over her clit, the faint touch echoing in the pulse of her womb. Then he tugged on the chain connecting her breasts and heat roared like a beast—intense and scary, almost too much to bear.
She cried out, desperate for the final nudge to send her flying. Dallas knew how she felt because finally, finally he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked while tugging on the chain between her breasts. Pleasure exploded, splashing color across the back of her eyelids, grabbing and twisting every nerve ending in her body. She sobbed, quivering, the pulses of her channel going on and on as her vagina clutched the vibrator. The pleasure hit a plateau and receded, her senses quieting.
Dallas switched off the vibrator and removed it, leaving her empty. One at a time, he released her nipples from the clamps and soothed her with his hot mouth, helping her through the rush of blood to the tender peaks.
When his lips closed over hers, gentle and achingly tender, tears welled in her eyes.
He lifted his head for an instant and she felt bereft. A familiar crackle of foil had her pulse rushing again.
The mattress shifted as she imaged his body rising over hers, then her breath burst out and she knew she was right. His hard cock pushing into her was like coming home.
His loving continued at the same slow pace, each stroke measured as if he were testing himself too. In and out. Every thrust nudged her clit and anticipation resurged in her when she’d thought she had nothing further to give.
He ceased his thrusts, remained fully embedded in her, and kissed her with the same even strokes of his tongue as he paid homage to her mouth. He lifted his head and the rough pads of his fingers stroked her cheek. “I could do this all night.”
So could she. She could do this for the rest of her life. But she didn’t voice the words for fear of breaking the magical spell binding them together.
One more soft kiss and he pulled back, plunging into her again with a rapid stroke. Faster now as if he’d reached the end of his patience. He slid a hand between them, brushed her clit with a finger, his touch shoving her into another sharp climax.
“Dallas,” she whispered against his neck, part of her aching to hold his shuddering body. He gasped, gave two hard thrusts and groaned. Tremors racked his body, and her arms fought the bonds, instinct making her want to nurture. He remained in place for a few seconds longer before pulling out of her. The latex of the condom snapped and the ropes binding her feet loosened. He massaged her limbs as he released them and removed her blindfold.
She blinked up at him, taking in his passive expression, the still watchfulness.
Her smile started small, gaining momentum until her mouth ached, and she lifted her arms to stretch in the style and manner of a satisfied Persian. The change in him was mesmerizing, a cautious curling of his lips before the bloom of his return smile.
He hadn’t been sure of her reaction, and it made her realize they were both vulnerable—in their own way.
“How do you feel?”
“Sated,” she said. “Wonderful.”
He dropped onto the bed and drew her into his arms. The perfect ending. He treated her with care and consideration, gave her two amazing orgasms and held her like a valuable treasure.
This,she thought.
This was the reason why love between a Drummond and an O’Grady rated ten on the scale of perfect.
