More than anything.
I wanthim.
He’s still dressed when he leans in and I feel his cool breath against my exposed pussy. I’m wet, and he damn well knows it. My nipples have tightly pebbled, and I’m eager to feel his hands on me again.
I jump when the tip of his tongue lightly traces around my clit, slow, lazy circles that immediately have me whining and rocking against his mouth, wanting and needing more.
His hands close around my breasts, thumb and forefinger gently rolling my nipples and adding to my hunger as he continues teasing me.
“Mmm, sweetheart. I might spend the rest of the night doing nothing but sampling you like this.” He slowly swipes the length of his tongue along my clit, making me moan. “Get comfortable, because you’ll be here for a while.”
Honestly? That’s the last coherent thought I have for…well, awhile. He makes me come almost immediately, plunging his tongue deep inside me and tasting me after he does. Then he uses his fingers on me, slipping them inside me and finding my G-spot while lightly sucking on my clit. He even ends up donning gloves and slipping a lubed finger up my ass while making me come—helloooo, there!—and sending me over the damned moon.
By the time he finally removes my blindfold, I’m spent and trembling and soooo damned glad I don’t have to leave him tonight.
No kidding—best orgasms of mylife. I totally lost count.
He keeps raising the bar, somehow.
He smiles as he unfastens his belt and slowly slides it out of his jeans. “I had planned to use a multitude of implements on you tonight, love, but the hour grows late, and perhaps the first thing I use on you should be something that actually belongs tome. Something you can see and blush over as I thread it through my belt loops.”
Motherfucker, he’s absolutely right. I’m already eagerly nodding as he holds the buckle and winds the rest of the belt around his hand, leaving a tail maybe twelve inches.
Smiling, he holds it out to me. “Kiss it, sweetheart.”
I do, my gaze locked with his as I kiss and lick the soft, supple leather. Heat turns his blue eyes dark grey, and I can see the way his cock presses against the front of his jeans. He unties the ropes where they’re attached to the bed and closes my thighs, turning me toward the left.
Faster than I can follow the movement, his hand flicks out and the leather belt kisses my ass, making me yelp more from shock than pain, because it didn’t hurt.
But he smiles. “Color?”
“Green.”
Again and again he uses the belt on me as he slowly increases the intensity. He turns me back and forth, evenly coating my ass and the backs of my thighs with marks, until my mind has once again sailed off into a sweet, happy oblivion I know all too well is subspace. Still, every impact is a little harder, a little more time between them, until I’m wincing and yelping and just about to callyellowwhen he stops.
“Goooood girl.”
Holy shitballs, I’mflying.
He sets the belt aside, unties me, and starts undressing. All while his hungry gaze devours me. He looks at me the way Captain Jack looks at Ianto, and I’m starting to think maybe I’m going to get a happily ever after of my own. Finally.
I mean, I hope so, because things didn’t end so well for Jack and Ianto.
I’m still salty about that, by the way.
Once he’s naked, he stalks up the bed, covering me, staring down at me. “You realize you’remine, don’t you?”
I pull him in for a kiss. “Two-way street, buster.”
“Absolutely, love.” He notches his cock against me and easily slides deep inside, both of us moaning at the sensation.
I wouldn’t have blamed him if he used this time to ride me like he stole me and get off, but he takes his time, adjusting position and angle, until I realize what he’s doing when his cock perfectly glides across my clit on the withdrawal, and along my G-spot as he thrusts.
Holy.
Shit.
My toes curl. His gaze narrows and he grabs my wrists, pinning them as he keeps it up. Now that he’s got my number, I realize he’s not stopping until he gets one out of me like this. It takes a little while, but when I feel the climb start, he senses it.
