“Aren’t we…?” Her eyes darted to her headboard. She imagined that he’d want her to lie down first before he restrained her.
His lips curled into the damned sexy smile that melted her every time she saw it. “I’m going to do something a little different. If you’ll let me. The driftwood.” He barely breathed out those last two words and she realized he needed her permission.
Oh, yes. Yes. She wanted him to turn her body into a work of art. “The first time I saw the driftwood, I wondered how it would feel. The wood looked like a torso. All those beautiful, intricate knots….”
Alex nodded. “That’s why I picked it up, because of its shape. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. For real.”
Oh. “And no one’s let you, have they?”
He shook his head as he looked away again.
She touched his cheek, turned his head to face her. “I want you to.”
His eyes blazed again as he let out his breath. Then his smile was back in full force. “Sylvie. Sylvie, you are perfect.”
He unwound the cord as he looked her body over like a sculptor might look over a piece of marble deciding where to begin.
“You’ll want to sit with your knees under you. This might take a while.”
He helped her to the carpet. Then, he went to work. Alex wrapped the cord around her and tied the first knot. Soon, he had a series of knots that ran down the center of her cleavage as the cord outlined her breasts and hugged her torso, crisscrossing around her front and back. He circled around behind her and pulled the cord just hard enough against her skin that she felt confined rather than restrained.
“Is that too tight, Sylvie?” he murmured against her ear as he wrapped his arms around her.
She shivered. “No, it’s perfect. It’s…like an erotic hug.”
Alex groaned and stopped moving. Then he shuddered.
“Press against me if you need to,” she whispered.
“Sylvie,” he growled, and she felt his hard cock slick with wetness rub against her back. “You know exactly what I need, don’t you?”
That made her pussy clench. She was both excited and relaxed, and felt perfectly safe under his care. He kissed the side of her neck. She watched him work with fascination in her full-length mirror, admiring his intense focus. Her skin felt warm under his loving gaze and she’d never felt soseen. The music playing in the background added to the mood, encircling them in an intimate cocoon. Whenever she heard his breathing grow faster, she told him to stop and press against her, and each time he kissed her long and hard as she felt his straining cock rubbing and rubbing until she moaned with her own need. Then he would reach between her legs and stroke her swollen lips, circle her engorged clit, bring his slick fingers to his lips for a taste.
When she didn’t think she could stand anymore, when she was on the edge of begging him to plunge his cock into her up to his balls, he was finished. Alex helped her up and stood behind her as they looked into the mirror.
“A work of art,” he whispered as he nuzzled into her hair, admiring the cord knotted into a harness around her body. “Thank you, Sylvie, for your trust. Thank you for giving me this beautiful gift.”
“Thank you, Alex. I would have never guessed I needed this too.”
Without a word, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and laid her down with incredible gentleness.
Alex sat on the bed over her, languidly stroking his hands down her body. His eyes consumed her. His gaze ran over every curve lovingly. He lingered on her breasts, her belly, the intricate knots decorating her torso, bringing her skin to life. She in turn studied his body, the way the firelight played on his tan skin, flickered over his pecs, his abs, marred here and there by scars that only served to make him more perfect in her eyes. She returned to his face, his strong jawline, his eyes that had gone soft as he stared at her.
“You’re a work of art,” he said again. “A living work of art. I’m memorizing you right now. Every inch of your body. So that when I’m away from you I can bring this perfect moment back up and savor it. Everything’s changed tonight.” He lowered himself to kiss her—hot and hungry, all of his languidness gone. She tasted his musky desire and writhed under him.
“I need you inside me, Alex. Right now. Please.” She’d never begged a man like this, but then again, she’d never felt so full of desire.
He straddled her, his erection standing proud. Then without a word, he gave her what she wanted. Alex raised her hands over her head. He gripped her wrists with one hand and lined himself up with her entrance with the other. He pushed his tip inside her and they both moaned. She squeezed around him, making him shudder. When she released, he thrust himself all the way in until she felt his balls resting against her. He pressed up against her clit, giving her the pressure she needed. Alex began the slow dance of pleasure until her whole body tightened. Her toes and her scalp tingled and she struggled to pull her hands free, but he held them firmly—exactly what she needed. He had her; he was in control and she was free to lose herself in ecstasy.
“Alex,” she moaned, just before her orgasm took her.
He pumped harder and faster, extending her pleasure as he reached his own.
“Sylvie,” he ground out against her throat before throwing his head back and howling.
Alex let go of her wrists and kissed them. He pulled her close and rolled to his side, all while staying inside her.
“I want this moment to last forever,” he whispered. “I don’t want to move.”
