His breath caught and I felt him tense behind me. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared at me with an intensity that made my skin flush hot.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He stood slowly and I felt the loss of his warmth immediately. Then he was moving around to stand in front of me.
From this angle, kneeling at his feet with my arms bound behind my back, I’d never felt more vulnerable. More exposed. But I’d also never felt safer, because this was Cam, and he’d proven over and over that I could trust him with every part of me.
He reached down and cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “You tell me if it’s too much. Any color but green and we stop. Understand?”
“I understand.”
He held my gaze for another long moment, then his hands went to his belt. The sound of the buckle, the rasp of his zipper, made my mouth go dry with anticipation. He freed himself from his jeans and I couldn’t help staring at the thick length of him, already hard and flushed dark with arousal.
He wrapped one hand around the base, the other sliding into my hair. Not pulling, just holding. Grounding.
“Open.”
I parted my lips and he guided himself inside, slow and careful. The taste of him flooded my tongue and I hummed in appreciation, the vibration making him groan.
“Fuck, Emily.” His fingers tightened in my hair.
The look on his face nearly undid me. There was hunger there, yes, but also tenderness, reverence, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real.
He started to move, shallow thrusts that let me adjust to the feeling of him in my mouth. His hand in my hair guided me gently, and I relaxed into it, letting him set the pace while I focused on breathing through my nose and taking him as deep as I could.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Just like that, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.”
My fingers twitched, desperate to run up his thighs and grip the hard muscle there, but the rope held fast. The helplessness was a drug. Being unable to touch him only made the sensation of him in my mouth more consuming. I could taste the salt and musk, feel the way his stomach muscles rippled against my cheek, and I was drowning in it.
His other hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking along my jawline in a gesture so tender it made me ache. The contrast between the raw physicality of what we were doing and the gentleness in his touch undid something inside me.
“So good for me,” he breathed, his hips moving a fraction deeper. “Taking me so well.”
I hollowed my cheeks, working him with my tongue, and his grip in my hair tightened as a low groan rumbled through his chest. His breathing had gone ragged, his control clearly fraying at the edges.
“Emily.” My name came out rough, desperate. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
I could feel him getting closer, the way his thrusts became less controlled, the tension building in his body. But then he was pulling back, sliding free of my mouth with a sharp intake of breath.
“No.” His voice was wrecked, hand trembling slightly as he cupped my face again. “Not yet. Not like this.”
He bent down, hands sliding under my arms to help me to my feet. My legs were shaky from kneeling so long, and I swayed slightly as blood rushed back into them. He steadied me immediately, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other hand cradled the back of my head.
“You okay?” His eyes searched my face, checking, always checking.
“Yeah.” I was floating on waves of bliss. “Still emerald.”
A laugh huffed out of him. “My artist.” He kissed me again, softer this time. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He stepped back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, and I watched hungrily. The broad planes of his chest, the definition of his abs, the trail of dark hair leading down from his navel. He kicked off his jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, and then he was completely bare before me.
God, he was beautiful.
He moved back into my space, his hands settling on my hips. “Come on.”
He guided me toward the end of the bed, turning me so my back was to him. His hand pressed gently between my shoulder blades and I let him bend me forward until my chest rested on the mattress.
