“Look how well you take me, baby.”
His rough admiration bathes me in warmth, and we linger in that moment as he slides in and out of me at a leisurely pace, like he could do this all night. My entire body aches for relief, and he’s drawing it out to the point of agony.
I’m not sure I’ll survive the orgasm when he finally gives it to me.
He twists the plug inside of me again, and my spine bows, only for him to press me back down.
“You can take it,Praeda. Now hold still, and let me play with you.”
I let out a whimper as he slowly withdraws the plug, only to slide it back in, casually fucking me with it while he praises me.
I feel his gaze cataloguing every reaction, never missing a cue. This is a warm up—a test to see how much I like it, and given the way my body responds, it’s safe to say I approve.
He settles the plug back inside me and leaves it there, leaning down to give me a long, reverent kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he drinks me in, conveying so much more than desire. Every tender moment with him feels like a reward.
When he breaks away, I feel raw and exposed, and I’m grateful he doesn’t draw attention to that vulnerability, even though he sees it.
We return to our respective roles as he grabs both of my wrists and pulls them behind me, dragging my body backward until I’m forced up onto my knees. His grip is the only thing holding me upright, and I have no choice to trust that he won’t drop me.
He nudges his cock against my entrance, lining us up, and then he slams back into me. I cry out, my body absorbing the full impact of his as he controls every aspect of this position.
He fucks me deep and hard, hurling me toward oblivion so fast, I can almost taste it.
But again, he denies me.
It becomes a familiar pattern as he brings me to the edge and backs me off—repeatedly. It goes on for so long, I’m convinced he’s been fucking me for a whole hour, and I’m giving up on the idea that he’ll ever let me come.
Eventually, the agony in my wrists and arms becomes too much. He reads my distress and shifts his hold, banding an arm across my front and hauling me back against his chest.
“Does it feel like torture?” he murmurs the words against my ear, too soft to be taunting.
“Yes.” I shudder against him, my entire body protesting the denial.
“Now you know what it felt like when I couldn’t have you.”
Those words cut into a familiar wound, making me ache for a different reason. But before I can get too invested in the meaning behind them, he slides his fingers between my thighs and touches me where I need it most.
This time, it’s a slow escalation, my head tipping back against him as he pays homage to my skin with his lips. I shiver at his softness, something closer to worship than hunger.
My thoughts blur as the haze of pleasure consumes me, and the pressure reaches a tipping point. This time, to my undying relief, he lets me have it.
Shuddering waves crash through me, stealing my breath, and blunting every one of my senses. It feels never-ending, racking my body for so long, it siphons everything from me.
I collapse in his hold, completely boneless as the tremors in my body slowly subside.
It takes several minutes, but the world around me comes into focus as I register that Eros is lowering me back to the ground.
He withdraws from me and rolls me onto my back, pushing my bent knees up against my chest until I’m completely exposed to him. It’s another moment of vulnerability, but he fucked me too far into oblivion to care.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he shifts his weight back and anchors his hands on my hips, lowering his head toward me. He gives me one long, slow lick, his low groan vibrating against me. I’m still so sensitive, my body jerks in response, a soft whimper escaping me.
He takes mercy on me, turning his attention to my inner thighs instead. He teases the delicate skin with soft kisses, then gives in to his baser desires, nipping at me with his teeth.
A shiver rolls down my spine as he soothes the sting with the gentle lash of his tongue. Continuing his exploration, he sucks, bites, and licks at me until it stokes the flame of desire all over again.
By the time he peels my legs apart and sinks back inside me, I’m ready for more of his torture. I want him to fuck me hard, soft, and everything in between. And without being asked, that’s exactly what he does.
We fall into a rhythm as he rocks into me, kissing my mouth until my lips are swollen and I have no choice but to come up forair. When I do, he trails a path down to my chest, tugging on the top of my leotard until my breasts are bared.
