Jordy was about to protest, but I cut him off with another kiss, tangling my tongue around his until he could barely make a sound.
When I’d fetched my phone earlier, I’d also grabbed a bottle of lube from the hidden, well-stocked drawer in the bathroom. Jordy hadn’t even noticed when I’d stashed it among the sheets near him. Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed the lube and spread some of it on my fingers. The liquid was a bit cold, so I rubbed it between my fingers for a moment to warm it up before dipping my hand back down between Jordy’s legs.
“What the...” Jordy gasped and jerked away from the kiss when he felt one of my fingers easily slide inside him. It didn’t take him long to notice the bottle of lube now sitting out inthe open on the mattress and realize what I’d done. “When did you...”
Before he could finish his question, I pressed a second finger inside him along with the first. It was a tight fit, and I was careful to move slowly until I felt his inner muscles relax against the intrusion. A little deeper, and then I was able to find it, the spot that would make him see stars. I knew I’d hit it when his back suddenly arched and he cried out in a hoarse voice.
“Ah. There. Right there.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
For the next few minutes, I tortured that same spot relentlessly. Jordy’s whole body writhed, but he was trapped in place by his wrists tied to the headboard and my weight, which was still pressing down on him. He kicked his legs and bucked his hips, but it was all useless. With a weak, breathless voice he begged me to stop, but the moment I actually started to remove my fingers he cried out for me to keep going.
The contradictory little minx couldn’t make up his mind.
Tears dripped from his eyes. I’d seen him cry from distress before, but this wasn’t the same. These tears glittered like liquid jewels and made his eyes look brighter.
Leaning down, I licked one of the tears off his cheek. Logically, I knew it was as salty as a normal tear should be, but something about it still made me classify it as sweet.
“Are you just going to torture me all night,” Jordy managed to gasp out as another tear dripped from his eyes. “Get on with it all ready. Stop making me wait.”
I kissed him again, and the salt of his tear passed between our lips.
At the same time, I pulled my fingers out of him. Inner muscles clenched down on my fingers, trying to keep them inside as I removed them, but he was left empty and wanting. Icould feel the way his body yearned to be filled, like a desperate heat radiating off him in waves.
From there, I wasted no time. After shoving a pillow under the small of his back for comfort, I hooked both of his knees over my arms. Then, after lining myself up, I pushed inside him.
The tight heat that enveloped me was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the lusty moan that escaped his lips. His inner walls parted around me like his body was welcoming me home, drawing me deeper and deeper. I didn’t even have to try to hit his best spots. With each movement of my hips, I was naturally guided to them, hitting his prostate with effortless accuracy on the very first thrust.
“Fuck,” Jordy gasped out once I was all the way inside. “So, this is what it... Fuck... I didn’t think it would...Oh my god, I think I can feel you all the way in my throat.”
As soon as I bottomed out, I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside him. That earned another round of cussing from him as my cock dragged against his sweet spot on the way out. Then, I shoved back in, harder than before. His whole body jolted up the mattress and he braced his bound hands against the headboard.
“Kitt, you...”
He never got to finish whatever he was going to say.
I started a punishing pace, thrusting in quick, then drawing out slowly to make sure I gave him as many different types of pleasure as I could. His hands gripped the headboard so hard it was a wonder that the wood didn’t snap, and his head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as he babbled nonsense.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. No. I can’t. Ah, God, I can’t.”
As I suspected, he had no tolerance for pleasure. Climax snuck up on him unaware and hit him hard and fast. He came shouting my name, making a mess of his own stomach as his back arched completely off the bed.
I, on the other hand, was nowhere near satisfied.
Before he’d even come down from the high of his first climax, I was already picking up the pace again. This time, I chased after my own pleasure. His body gripped me so tightly that it wasn’t hard to find. With each thrust, ecstasy built inside me, growing steeper and steeper until I had no choice but to fall.
The force of my own climax stole the air right out of my lungs. I nearly collapsed on top of him, but luckily, I had enough strength left to catch myself. Sparks danced under my skin and behind my eyes for several long minutes as we lay entangled, each slowly coming back to our senses.
In the relative silence of the room, I could hear the rapid beating of his heart. It was such a seemingly fragile little thing, that I feared it would beat right out of his chest.
“Off,” he said, his voice still hoarse from screaming.
I looked up in confusion. “What?”
He tugged at his bound wrists. “Off.”
Afraid that he was hurt, I quickly untied the cloth belt, checking his wrists for any marks left behind. “Are you okay?”
