“Jesus. Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?” he asked.
Amanda shook her head and blew a light stream of air across his crown. She liked hearing the word ‘love’ come from his mouth. Hopefully she’d hear it again that night. A bead of moisture pooled at the tip of his cock, and she licked him dry. Gripping his base, she slowly ran her fist up and down. “Do you still have that oil in your chest?”
“Yes. I bought more since we began our affair. I’d almost used it all up on you.” With his free hand, Julius clenched the coverlet. His breath was coming heavier, and Amanda didn’t know if it was from anticipation or discomfort. She hoped the former. Crawling to the side of the bed, she leaned over and rustled through the lacquered chest, pulling out an amber bottle. She drizzled a small amount of oil onto her palm and rubbed her hands together.
“The rope around your wrist, does it make you feel linked to the earth? A connection that keeps you from disappearing?”
He huffed out a laugh. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
Amanda’s mouth went dry. He wasn’t enjoying the experience like she did. Well, if he was determined to continue, she would distract him from the bonds. She wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked. The oil on her hands made the glide easy. His skin warmed the oil, and the oil, in turn, heated his skin.
He groaned. “You found the ginger oil.”
She remembered that oil. The slight burn that accompanied the slickness. If she lowered herself onto his length, they could burn together.
Her core clenched. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin, so badly. She wanted that final bit of separation removed. Maybe she could convince him, just this once.
Gently, she cupped his bollocks and rubbed the oil into the downy soft sac.
Julius shuddered. “My other hand. You need to tie it.”
“Are you sure?” He was already so tense. “I think we have enough to give you a taste.”
“I don’t need you to think. I need you to tie my fucking hand.”
Amanda froze. He was distressed and lashing out. She knew that, but it still hurt.
“I apologize.” He cleared his throat. “Please. Just do it. I need to know I can handle it.”
She crawled up the bed and took his hand. Threading her fingers through his, she eased his arm into position. His biceps bulged, and she squeezed his hand. “Whenever you want me to take off the ropes, just tell me.”
He nodded, his breath shallow. When she tied the rope to the bed, he turned his head away.
This wasn’t the tender evening she’d anticipated. Something was disturbing Julius. Something he didn’t want to share. But he trusted her enough to have her bind him, and that had to mean something.
Lying next to him, she stroked his length and softly kissed his chest. “Relax. You’re safe here. I’m going to take care of you.”
His laugh was bitter. “Do I sound as trite as that when I say those words to you?”
The back of Amanda’s throat burned. “No.” She blinked away tears. “You sound wonderful. I believed every word you said.”
Pushing up to kneeling, she grabbed the bottle of oil. Focus. This moment was about Julius. She drizzled the oil across his thighs and tried to stroke his worries away. His muscles bunched and released, the tension retreating only to reappear when she moved to another spot.
She worked the oil down his legs and concentrated on his feet. She dug her thumbs into his arches, remembering how good that had felt on her body. She looked up the long length of his body stretched out across the bed. Julius looked like a man on the rack. Not one about to enjoy the pleasures of a woman.
Smoothing her hand up his legs, she circled her fingers around his cock, stroking until it was throbbing with need. A slow smile curled her lips. He might not be fully enjoying this, but she still had the power to satisfy parts of him. She straddled his hips, and caressed the hard planes of his stomach. Bending over, she circled the flat buttons of his nipples with her tongue.
His chest heaved beneath her mouth.
“I can’t wait to take you in my mouth.” She kissed his stomach. “Suck you until you beg for release.” Dipping her tongue into his navel, she swirled it around. “Then stop, let your need ebb, before beginning all over again.”
“Turnabout is fair play.” Julius shifted beneath her. He pulled the ropes taut before sagging back into the mattress.
“I’m glad you understand this is an act of redress. Delaying your satisfaction as you have mine so many times before.” Opening her mouth wide, she took him deep. The ginger burned hot on her tongue, and she wanted that feeling everywhere. She swallowed when he hit the back of her throat. Aside from a grunt, Julius remained silent.
She worked him with her mouth for a few moments, and raised her head. She circled her palm over his crown. “I could do all that, but I want something else.”
Julius stared up at the canopy. “What’s that?”
