“Yes.” Her voice is trembling, but her eyes are bright with desire. “More than okay.”
I sit back on my heels and just look at her. The golden light painting her skin. The way her chest heaves with each breath. The flush spreading down her throat, between her breasts, disappearing beneath the waistband of her wide-leg pants. She’s like a fucking painting, hung up for my eyes only.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” I tell her, reaching for the button of her pants. “Going to taste every inch of this perfect fucking body. And you’re going to lie there and take it because you can’t do anything else. You’re captive. Trapped. At my mercy. You’re mine right now, Mia. Completely mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes dancing feverishly. “Yours.”
The word hits me like a fist to the chest.Mine.She is mine. This brilliant, fierce, complicated woman is mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to ruin.
I drag her pants down her legs, taking her underwear with them, and toss them somewhere into the hay. She’s completely bare now, and I take a moment to appreciate the view. The soft curve of her stomach. The flare of her hips. The neat strip of dark hair between her thighs, already glistening with arousal.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
She obeys instantly, her thighs falling open, and I have to close my eyes for a second, because the sight of her—bound and open and dripping for me—is almost too much.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” I trace one finger through up her, gathering the wetness there before slowly pushing it inside. “Soaked already. So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes—”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, it’s for you. All for you. Please, Nate, I need?—”
“You’ll get what I give you, baby.” I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it clean, watching her eyes darken with desire. “And right now, what I’m giving you is a lesson in patience.”
I start at her ankle, kiss my way up her calf, her knee, her inner thigh. She’s trembling by the time I reach the crease where her leg meets her body, and I can smell her arousal—musky and sweet and absolutely intoxicating. But I don’t touch where she needs and wants me. Instead, I switch to her other ankle and start the journey all over again.
“God, please, no. I?—”
“Shh.” I nip at her inner thigh, making her cry out before soothing the sting with my tongue. “I told you I was taking my time.”
By the time I’ve kissed my way up both legs twice, she’s practically sobbing. Her hips are lifting off the hay, searching for contact I’m not giving her. The sounds she’s making—desperate little whimpers and moans—are going straight to my cock, which is straining so hard against my jeans, it’s almost painful.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, please, I can’t?—”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t take it anymore! Please touch me, put me out of my bloody misery, just?—”
With a grin, I bury my face between her thighs.
She screams, her whole body jerking against the restraints as I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard. I grip her hips to hold her still and go to work, licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue while she writhes and wails above me.
She’s moaning, groaning, telling me to keep going, telling me she loves it, telling me not to stop.
I have no intention of stopping. I want to drown in her, want to stay here forever, tongue buried in her cunt, drinking down every drop she gives me. Fuck, she’s so soft, it’s driving me wild.
I add two fingers, crooking them against that spot inside her that makes her back arch off the hay, and feel her walls start to flutter around me.
“That’s it.” I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her swollen flesh. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my face like the good little slut you are.”
She shatters with a cry that echoes through the barn. Her thighs clamp around my head, her whole body shaking, and I work her through it with my mouth and fingers, drawing out every last tremor until she’s gasping and limp and twitching with aftershocks.
I lick her clean, every fold, every crease, savoring the taste of her release on my tongue. Then, I sit back, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and start undoing my jeans.
“That was just the beginning,” I tell her, freeing my cock. It’s so hard and thick, it’s almost purple, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I can do this all day.”
Her eyes go wide when she sees me. It still amazes me, that look, like she can’t quite believe what she’s dealing with, as if she’s not sure whether to be terrified or turned on.
