“Good girl.” I kiss her ass cheek, over that pink glow, and push the plug inside her pussy, getting it good and drenched, before I drag it up to that tight little puckered muscle and gently, patiently, work it inside her.
My girl gasps again and then moans deep in her throat when the plug is seated inside her, and I push two fingers inside her cunt, loving the way she clenches around me, her walls already quaking with an impending orgasm.
“Oh, you like that.”
“Rome.”
“You could come just from this plug and my fingers.” With my free hand, I press on the red jewel. I can feel it move against my fingers, and she cries out. “Just wait until it’s my cock where these fingers are, and how fucking full you’ll feel. Or better yet, when my dick is in this perfect ass.”
“Oh God.”
She starts to quake, to shiver and push against me. I pull my hand free of her, then stand and back away.
“Rome!”
“Not until I fucking say so,” I remind her and slap her ass again. “And I can do this all goddamn night, Eloise.”
“Fuck.”
“What’s your color?”
“So fucking green and I want you to make me come.”
I grin and push a finger through the rope in the center of her back and bring her back upright, then kiss her cheek.
“No.”
“Rome—”
“What is your color, Eloise?”
“I said it’s green.”
“Then stop complaining.”
She narrows her eyes, but I couldn’t care less.
I grab a green rope and resume tying knots down her left leg, mirroring the work I did on the right, sure to keep her knees clear so it’s comfortable when she kneels.
I can’t wait to get her on her knees.
As I press kisses on her inner thigh, her muscles quiver beneath my lips.
Suddenly, her hands are in my hair, and it feels amazing, but she knows the rules.
No touching.
I pull back out of her reach.
“Ineedto touch you,” she whispers.
“No.”
But her eyes plead with me, filled with that need and longing, so I take her hands in mine and kissthem, then press them to my chest and let her soak me in for a minute.
“Why?” I ask her.
“Because you let me, and it’s when I feel the closest to you.”
