She licked her lips as she remembered the taste and feel of him on her tongue, how he’d spilled into her mouth. Only this time he wasn’t going in her mouth.
Sweet Lord she’d waited forever for this.
He plucked her off her feet, twisted her in his hands so she faced away from him, and bent her over the back of the couch. She put her hands out to catch herself on the soft cushions as her feet dangled down the back.
Heaven help her, her ass was stuck in the air.
His hands came down on her back. Heated palms. She flinched as he slid them down her spine to her ass, cupping and kneading each cheek.
There was no buildup, no teasing. He spread her, she felt the bump of his cock against her entrance, and then he thrust into her.
She lurched forward, her eyes flying open, her mouth open in a silent scream. Delicious pleasure ripped through her pussy as she convulsed around him, the tissues grabbing and sucking hungrily at him.
His hard belly pressed against her buttocks as he strained, pushed, rode her. His hands grasped at her hips, pulling her back, meeting his forward thrusts with edgy desperation.
She had no chance to process, to filter the barrage of sensations. His deep penetration, the angle of his cock, her release flashed over her with lightning precision, tightening and squeezing every nerve ending.
His pelvis slapped forcefully against her ass. She was stretched tight around him, and each thrust sent a spasm coursing through her pussy.
“Give it to me, Reggie. Come.”
His fingers dug into her skin as he rocked against her. He paused then slowly withdrew, dragging his cock across her engorged flesh. He was nearly out of her, the head of his penis rimming her entrance when he suddenly lunged forward again, sinking deeper than before.
She threw her head back and yelled as she came apart in his hands. He pounded furiously against her, and she went liquid around him. Her vision blurred. Her body pulsed and contracted. Everything went fuzzy and she lost all sense of time and place. All she could do was feel.
Feel.
Sawyer’s big body covered her. He heaved against her back, dragging breaths in and out of his mouth. Then his lips moved sensuously up the nape of her neck.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
Back? Where the hell was he going? She started to push herself upright, but he planted a hand in the middle of her back and held her in place.
“Oh no,” he said in a soft voice. “You don’t move.”
She shuddered but remained where she was.
He reached for her hands, pulling them up and around to the small of her back. Then he leaned over so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Does this hurt you? Your ribs?”
She shook her head vigorously. Ribs? Did she even have ribs? The only thing she was aware of was her pulsing vagina. And the fact that she wanted him again. Now.
He gathered her hands closer together and then he wrapped something around her wrists. He twisted and rotated the material, and she realized he was tying her hands with her underwear, or rather doing an intricate figure eight to secure her wrists together.
“Hey,” she protested. “What the hell are you doing?” She pulled against the material but her hands remained tightly bound together.
His hand skated up her back to her neck and then into her hair. He gathered the strands in his fist and pulled upward with a gentleness that didn’t denounce the authority of his grip.
“My way, Reggie. You asked and now you’re getting. Just say the word, and we’ll quit.”
“Kiss my ass,” she muttered.
He laughed then bent over and pressed a tender kiss to her left ass cheek. “I’ll take that asI’m shutting up now. Please fuck me, Sawyer.”
“Bastard.”
She closed her eyes and imagined what she looked like. Perched over the back of the couch, her ass in the air, feet dangling off the floor, her wrists bound together with her own panties. She shivered and closed her eyes.
