His hand traced up the back of my thigh, over the curve of my ass. Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down as far as the restraints allowed.
"Look at you," he breathed. "So wet you're glistening. You need this, don't you? Need someone to take control."
"Yes," I moaned as his fingers finally touched where I needed them most. He traced through my folds, spreading the wetness, circling my clit without quite touching it.
"Tell me if I'm right," he said, fingers exploring with maddening thoroughness. "You spend all day being the responsible one. Making decisions. Taking care of everyone else. And you're so fucking tired of being in control."
He slid two thick fingers inside me, and I cried out.
"So tonight," he continued, fingers pumping slowly, "you're going to let go. Give me control. And I'm going to make you come so hard you’ll forget everything but this."
He added a third finger, stretching me, and his thumb found my clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
"That's it," he said as my hips started moving against his hand. "Take what you need. Fuck my fingers."
I did shamelessly, chasing the pleasure he was building. His fingers curved inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
"You're close," he observed. "I can feel you tightening. But you don't come until I say so. Understand?"
"Please," I whimpered.
"Not yet." He slowed his pace, keeping me right on the edge. "I want to taste you first."
He withdrew his fingers, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue slid through my folds, circling my clit, dipping inside.The sensation was so intense I pulled against the restraints, back arching.
He devoured me. He explored every fold with his tongue, a thoroughness that bordered on obsessive. As his mouth enveloped my clit, a scream nearly escaped my lips.
"Please," I begged. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need." His tongue flattened against my clit, applying steady pressure. "Come for me, Ava. Now."
The orgasm hit like a freight train. The waves radiated throughout my entire body. I came hard, crying out, hands fisting in the silk restraints.
He didn't stop. His mouth stayed on me, gentler now, working me through the aftershocks until I was trembling and gasping.
"Good girl," he murmured, pressing kisses to my inner thigh. "So fucking beautiful when you let go."
Fabric rustled behind me—a zipper. My mind was hazy with pleasure, but anticipation made me clench with need.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, his hand stroking down my spine. "And you're going to take every inch.” He became serious. “Are you protected? I'm clean, regular testing."
"IUD," I managed. "And I'm clean too."
"Thank fuck." The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. "Because I need to feel you. All of you."
He entered me in one long, slow thrust that made both of us groan. He was big, stretching me in a way that bordered on too much but was exactly right.
"Jesus," he breathed, hands gripping my hips. "You feel… fuck, Ava, you're so tight."
He withdrew almost completely, then thrust back in harder this time. I cried out, pleasure and pressure mixing.
"That's it," he said, setting a rhythm that was deliberately slow, torturously thorough. "Take it. Take all of me."
Each thrust hit deeper, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the bench shift.
"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, one hand sliding around to find my clit. "Dripping. Is this what you needed? To be fucked hard?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop."
