I nod, my smile broad. I expect him to loosen the belt now, but he doesn’t. He lies down alongside me, still half-dressed. I shiver as he cups one breast with his hand.
‘You look more beautiful this morning than you ever have before,’ he says, looking up at me, checking I’m all right as he slides his hand down my body, leaving its warm weight splayed over my stomach for a moment before moving lower.
‘Cillian?’
‘Mmm?’
‘Don’t you want to—’ I stop when I can’t work out what words to use. ‘Aren’t you going to?—’
‘There’s no rush.’
‘No, I suppose not,’ I say, gasping as his fingers reach my clit again. ‘I want to return the favour…’
He smiles down at me. ‘Not today. Your throat.’
‘It’s fine. And I want to.’ I pull at my restraints, frustrated that I can’t touch him. ‘Please, Cillian, I need to?—’
‘You need to know what it feels like to have a man inside you, oh so slowly, stretching you out until he fills you completely. Then, when he starts to move, he makes you feel so good, so full and…’ I writhe beneath him, his words igniting something deep within me. I pull harder at the restraints, desperate to touch him.
‘Please, Cillian. I’ve told you I want this. Why?—?’
He shakes his head, and I wish I could read his mind.
‘Let me go,’ I say.
‘Why?’
‘Because I want to touch you.’
He frowns. ‘I suppose… But some of the things I want you to do?—’
‘I might want to do them, too. If you don’t let me try, how will I know. Please, set me free.’
Reluctantly, he reaches for the belt and loosens the straps, freeing my wrists. I can see marks where the straps were tight and I pulled against them as he fucked me with his tongue and his fingers.
‘Sorry,’ he says, tracing them with the tip of one finger.
‘Are you?’
‘Not really,’ he grins. ‘I like seeing the marks I’ve left on you.’
I kiss my way down his chest, feeling his rock-hard abs, and lick his skin gently, hungrily. When I put my hands on his waistband, he covers them with his, stopping me.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he says.
‘But I don’t mind if you do.’ I lean forward and bite down on his nipple. He gasps, then flips me onto my back, pinning me down with his body.
‘You need to be sure, Niamh.’
I roll my eyes. ‘I’m not saying it again, Cillian.’
He raises his eyebrows and looks pointedly at the belt. Then he stands up and pulls off his trousers and boxers, taking something out of his pocket and placing it on the bedside table. I can’t keep my gaze off his dick. It’s even bigger than I remember from last time, and for a moment, I doubt my decision. Then, I reach out and wrap my hand around him. Cillian groans.
‘It’s so warm and thick.’
‘It is. And if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come before I get anywhere near doing what I want to do with you.’
I pull my hand back and smile up at him coyly. ‘We definitely don’t want that.’
