“Shit.” My body wanted to rut into her, to thrust and sink deeper and deeper, but I didn’t move, my muscles tensing to ward off my building desire to just fuck her. Consequences be damned.
She kept her hips still while I adjusted to the feeling of being enveloped by her warmth. Once my body relaxed, she lifted up and then back down, making me gasp out completely unintelligible things.
I finally opened my eyes as she moved against me in a slow rhythm. The fingers of one hand circled her clit, while her other drifted up to her breast to roll her nipple between her thumb and finger. She looked almost regal, taking her pleasure from me while I just laid here and watched.
I studied the way she touched herself, taking mental notes for later. This woman craved control. She loved having power over me. And once I complied and gave it to her, I realized I loved it too.
Fuck. It was sexy as hell watching her get herself off like this. Not allowed to touch. Only able to enjoy the show.
“You look fucking majestic, taking my cock like that.”
Eve whimpered, her lust-filled gaze slamming into mine. She picked up the pace of her grinding. I itched to touch her, but I’d gotten this far. I wasn’t going to break the rules now. If I couldn’t stroke her with my fingers, then I’d stroke her with my words instead.
“I could lay here and watch you ride me like this all day.”
“Oh, God. Ben,” she gasped, speeding up, her fingers making tighter circles over her clit.
“You’re so perfect when you’re coming undone. So beautiful when you’re using my dick for your own pleasure. Tell me how much you love this cock.”
She looked me right in the eye. “You feel so good. Your cock is perfect for me.”
I smirked. “Damn right it is. It’s perfect for that pretty little pussy of yours. I want to feel you come, princess.”
“I’m so close,” she panted.
“Can I move now?” I asked. “Just a little.” I thrust my hips, delving deeper inside her.
“Yes,” she cried.
I kept the pace she set, not wanting to threaten her building climax. I plunged into her again and again, until sweat was beading on my forehead, and she rocked over me, chantingyes, yes, yes.
She moaned and clenched around me, pulsing and riding out her orgasm while I stilled beneath her, stamping down my own release, unwilling to be done with her yet.
“Can you untie me now? Please?” I didn’t care if I sounded like I was begging. I needed to touch her. Needed to feel her with more than just my cock.
She breathed out unsteadily and then crawled up my body, struggling a little before eventually untying the knot and unwrapping my wrists. As soon as my hands were free, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her stomach. She squealed and then groaned as my fingers moved over her sensitive flesh.
“Do I have your permission to do this?” I inquired, dipping my fingers into her center.
“Yes,” she said, half moan, half sigh.
I continued moving my digits in and out of her as my other hand skated up her spine, and then around the curve of her breast. I traced circles around her nipple without touching it. “What about this? Am I authorized to touch you here?” I teased.
“Yes.” This time it was more of a plea.
I rolled the tip between my thumb and forefinger, and she pressed back into my hand, meeting my fingers pumping into her.
“More. Give me more. Please?”
I couldn’t wait any longer as she wiggled against me, begging. I could torture her later. I wasn’t patient enough for that tonight.
I took my cock in my hand and guided it toward her entrance, pushing into her slowly, inch by inch, until my hips were up against her ass. I dug my fingers into her waist, savoring the give of her soft flesh as I drove into her again. She circled her hips and then slammed back against me. I gripped her harder.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you pulsing around me again,” I whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know if I can,” she breathed.
I chuckled. “I love a challenge. Let’s see if I can give you one more, princess. You just tell me what you need.”
