I could stop all of this right now by telling her my ankle feels a little tight, and that, on second thought, I should rest it right now.
My ankle doesn’t feel tight at all, though. At least, I don’t think it does. The only body part currently checking in with my brain is my dick and it’s so hard it could cut glass.
I hear myself gasp as Liza’s finger traces a path along my outer thigh. Who the fuck knew that was an erogenous zone?
“You never answered me,” she says, her brow furrowing a little as her hand moves back up my leg. “So I’m going to take matters into my own hands. Unless that’s a problem for you?”
Nothing in the world is a problem for me right now, not while Liza runs her hand over my hard length. When she slips a hand under the waistband of my boxers, I swear to fuck I get a little dizzy. Leaning back, I prop myself up on my elbows to enjoy the view. She works me over, freeing my cock while she’s licking her lips.
“You don’t have to?—”
She cuts my words off when she presses her lips to the tip of my dick. I’m not sure I’ll be capable of coherent speech or rational thought ever again. All I can do is babble things that sound vaguely likeyes,fuck, andholy fucking please. She’s gripping my base and gliding her lips and tongue over my dick like it’s a damn ice cream cone and she’s starving. I love every minute of it. The fire in her eyes, the confidence she exudes as she turns my whole damn world upside down. Watching Liza come into her own like this is such a turn on. She’s a badass everywhere, including the bedroom, and I’m here for it.
My dick is leaking and when she cups my balls with her right hand and gently squeezes, I feel a jolt of electricity race through my body. Damn, that feels good. My hips thrust forward, letting her know with absolute certainty that everything she’s doing is working for me.
I’m on the edge here and we haven’t even started playing with the toys.
I’m completely fucked, and that’s just fine by me.
But I don’t want to come like this. Not yet, anyway.
Gently stilling her movements, I reach for her hand and pull her onto the bed with me. “Your mouth is going to be the death of me.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” she sasses. “I thought you’d want to come. I, personally, am a huge fan of it.”
“Oh, yeah? And how did you become such a fan?”
Her answering smile makes my knees weak. I reach for the bag and sift through it until I find what I’m looking for. We’ll have to clean and charge a bunch of the stuff in here before we use it, but these silk restraints are ready to go. Best damn purchase I ever made. “I want to try something,” I tell her, showing her the soft lengths of fabric. Excitement dawns in her eyes, and that gives me a thrill, too. Introducing Liza to things she never even considered has been fun as hell, but it’s also satisfying in a way I hadn’t expected. I don’t just want to see her try new things. I want to experience them with her.
“What did you have in mind?” she asks.
“Whatever you want,” I answer honestly. “These will heighten the sensation. We could use them like a blindfold, or to bind your wrists or ankles together. There are tons of possibilities.”
She takes one of the strips in her hands and plays with it for a second before looking back up at me. “Or I could use this to gag you, and then I could get back to what I was doing earlier. That’s an option, too, right?”
Holy freaking shit. This woman has no idea she just described my idea of a damn good time. But the way my dick twitches against the smooth skin of her belly probably gives her a clue.
“I think you like that idea,” she observes.
“You are correct,” I say, not bothering to hide the truth. “But I need to get my hands and mouth on you first.”
“Then don’t let me stop you,” she says, tossing the silk tie at me before stretching her arms above her head and crossing her wrists. The movement makes her back arch slightly, and puts her breasts on display. I unsnap the front closure of her bra, releasing her perfect globes, and I can’t resist kissing her pert nipples before I wrap the restraint around her wrist. It’s loose enough so she can easily break free, but when she grips the headboard with her bound hands, I know we’re moving in the right direction. She wants this, needs this, as much as I do.
I move my way back down her body, shimmying her panties off and flinging them onto the floor. Resting back on my heels, I stroke my length as I look at her. “You’re fucking beautiful, all laid out here for me. I want to taste every inch of you, but I don’t know where to start.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asks, spreading her legs a bit wider and offering her perfect pussy to me.Fuck.I can see her arousal from here.“I liked going down on you,” she says, as if she’s explaining why she’s wet and ready for me before I’ve even touched her. “I liked sucking you into my mouth. I liked feeling your cock hit the back of my throat. I like the way you made me feel so full, and that’s what I want more of. I want you to fill me up.”
My eyes meet hers. For all the messing around we’ve done, we haven’t actually had penetrative sex yet. My focus has always been on her pleasure. Mine is supposed to be secondary but that’s a joke because every time we get together it’s hotter than the next. I haven’t been inside Liza, but this is still the most satisfying sexual relationship I’ve ever had.
“You want my hands? My lips? Tell me what you need, Tiger,” I ask, wondering if my brain is putting its own spin on what she’s saying.
“I want your cock,” she says, her eyes trained on mine.
Well, okay then. No miscommunication here. “Are you?—”
Liza’s eyes narrow. “If you ask me if I’m sure, I’m going to dig out those nipple clamps and use them on you. Yes, I am sure. I want this. I want you.”
“We’re going to circle back to the nipple clamps because that just sounds like fun. But first things first. You said there’s something of mine you want?”
