His hands slipped beneath her shirt, lifting it up and off, leaving her in her lacy bra. "Beautiful, " he growled before he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth through the lace.
Frankie threaded her fingers in his hair and tipped her head back as her body arched into his mouth. "Gods that feels good."
He sucked until it was a hard nub, then moved to give the other the same attention. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she said, with no hesitation.
"Stay put. I'll be right back."
He went to the bedroom and when he returned, he had what appeared to be the belt from his robe. He knelt in front, took her bra off, then took her hands in his, and bound them with the belt.
"Lie down in front of the fire," he ordered and helped her get on the floor. Then he lifted her arms over her head and tied the loose end of the belt to the coffee table. That done, he wasted no time in peeling her pants off her.
"Beautiful," he growled at her naked body splayed out before him.
He parted her thighs and could see her arousal glistening on her sex. "You're already wet for me, Darlin'. I love it."
Yaeger laid down between her legs and licked her slit from bottom to top. He slid a finger into her and teased her clit with his tongue.
Frankie arched into his hand and moaned. "Gods that feels good."
He continued the assault on her pussy until she was hovering on the edge, and then he just stopped.
Frankie was writhing against his hand and mouth. She was almost there, just a little more and she'd fall, when all sensation ceased. "What the fuck?" she panted.
"You don't get to come until I say so," he growled. "Now, let's start again, shall we?"
She was a writhing, mewling mess. She'd lost count of the number of times he'd stopped her from reaching climax. All she knew was she was going insane. "Please, please, please, please," she finally begged.
"Please what, darlin'?"
"Please let me come," she wept.
"How can I say no to that? Come for me," he ordered and flicked her swollen clit which was all she needed to detonate.
Frankie screamed with her release, her back arched off the rug, and her hands gripped the belt binding them.
"Music to my ears," Yaeger said. He leaned down and untied her so she could lower her arms.
As soon as her arms were free she was pulling him to her for a passionate kiss. As amazing as the orgasm was, she wanted more. She wanted him. "Make me yours, Yaeger," she moaned against his lips.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Mark me."
"Fuck, darlin', are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Then I've got too damn many clothes on," he said, moving to strip.
"Agreed," she said, helping him with his pants. When his cock sprung free, she wrapped her hand around it, stroking lightly.
Yaeger groaned and his hips bucked into her hand while he reached into his pants for the condom in his wallet.
Frankie took the foil packet from him, opened it, and sheathed him before she laid down and motioned for him to join her.
Yaeger settled between her thighs and pressed against her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he slowly entered her.
