“No one can see us, but if the music quiets, they’ll certainlyhearyou,” he whispers, his breath ghosting the shell of my ear.
At my sharp inhale, he pauses, once again making sure I’m still okay with this.
“I know my safe word,” I whisper, and my thighs rub together.
There’s a low, appreciative growl before his palm presses down on the center of my back. “Arch for me.”
I bend to his touch, my spine curving until my ass presses against him.
“You’re already doing so well. Now, spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice has molten heat coursing through me, and I open my legs, baring myself to him.
“Wider, kitten. That’s it,” he coaxes, and a moment later, his breath fans over my pussy.
My nails dig into the golden throne, and it takes all my focus to stay still.
“Now, show me how a queen begs,” he orders in a low growl, before his tongue plunges inside me.
I gasp.
His touch isn’t teasing; it’s merciless. His tongue fucks my center, working my body to a fever pitch. My back arches even further, trying to get him closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please, Sin,” I utter in a needy whisper.
If he doesn’t touch my clit soon, I might combust.
I feel him smile against me, and in the next moment, he grips my hips, lifting me so that my thighs rest on his wide shoulders.
A surprised squeak escapes me as I grip the throne to try to steady myself. I don’t get a chance to see if anyone heard me, since in the same second, Sin’s mouth is on me again, feasting.
He sucks at my clit, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh, and I almost scream.
“You’re so fucking close,” he growls, before his tongue sinks into me again.
I’m writhing against him now, as he alternates between sucking on my clit and fucking me with histongue. His touches are deliberate, coiling the tension within me to breaking point.
My teeth dig into my lip, trying to contain my moans. The sounds stay muffled until my orgasm crashes through me. The force of it whites out my vision.
I gasp Sin’s name, the sound caught between a moan and a prayer, as I come undone in his arms.
He doesn’t ease up until my body starts to twitch, and gives my pussy a final, teasing lick before putting me back down.
The red ropes disappear, and I turn to find him smirking with a self-satisfied expression.
“Ready to rejoin the party, kitten?” He purrs.
Disappointment slices through me at the thought that we’re already done.
I don’t want to be finished.
I want to pleasure him too.
Slowly, I press myself against him, even as my heart hammers against my chest. His clothes brush against my oversensitive flesh, causing a small shiver to run down my back.
I run my fingers down his chest, and he goes still beneath my touch. He doesn’t move, not even to breathe, until my touch trails lower.
He catches my fingers, a low growl rumbling through his chest. “Kitten,” he warns.
