She bit her lip and sauntered past him, the muscles in her short, powerful legs clenching and releasing. She crawled onto the bed in a way he knew was designed to get his blood rushing to his cock. He swallowed, then slowly worked his tie free.
He dropped it onto the bed and quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, preening only a little whenshe ran her hungry gaze over him. He donned a condom and then grabbed the tie and crawled up her body, her smooth legs grazing his hairier ones. “Can I tie you up, Livvy?”
Her eyes widened. “Uh, with the tie?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She nodded for emphasis. “A million times yes.”
Well, that confirmed his suspicion she had some sort of weird fetish with his ties. He bit the inside of his cheek as she flung her hands above her head. He looped the tie around both wrists. She tested the knot, her expression growing more heated as she realized she was caught. “Boy Scout.”
He ran his lips down the inside of her arm, making her shiver. “Good with knots. Always prepared.” She arched up, and he controlled her easily, placing a hand on her hip. “Be patient,” he whispered.
“Patience is not my strong suit.”
“That’s too bad. It is mine.” He licked his way over her breast, to her nipple. “I still need you to tell me what you like.”
“Nico...”
Her breasts were fuller on top than the bottom, which meant he had to cup and lift them to get her nipples into his mouth. He plumped one up, then ran his mouth all around the tip and down the valley between her breasts. Her foot dragged up his leg and ass and back, exerting a steady pressure to get him closer and tighter.
He readjusted so her legs were caught under his,and took in her glassy eyes and flushed skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
Very carefully, he ran his tongue around the areola of her nipple. She cried out, and he lifted his head. “What do you want?”
“Suck me.”
He drew a bit of her skin on the curve of her breast into his mouth and sucked it softly. “Like this?”
“No. My nipples, damn it.”
He pushed her breasts together and opened his mouth wide, his groan matching hers when he sucked in a mouthful of her pretty nipples. He drank in the sound of her sighs and moans like they were ambrosia. If he could, he’d consume her completely.
He played with her for a long moment, until she was writhing beneath him. He kissed his way over her body to the tattoo on the outside of her left breast. A heart, with parentheses around it.
“Where did you get this one?” he murmured, and traced the heart with his tongue.
“Los Angeles.”
He nipped her skin, then moved lower, kissing over her clenched stomach. He nibbled her cute navel, then lower still, over her hipbones and the pot of gold there. Her first.
He spread her legs wider and traced his fingers over the intricate stylized dragon that ran up her leg, its head on her thigh. “What about this one?”
“D.C.”
He frowned, something niggling at the back of his mind, but he shoved it aside, barely able to concentrate on breathing when her body was so wet and ready beneath his.
He ghosted his lips over the crease of her groin. “Livvy, can I fuck you with my tongue?”
She stifled a sob and pulled at her binding, but he really had been a Boy Scout. That was a solid knot. She wasn’t going anywhere. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“Do you know why I always wanted to go down on you?” He kissed her mound.
She inhaled. “The answer every woman wants to hear is because you love it.”
“I do love it. I love your taste and scent and how you move under me. I love I can make you crazy for my touch. But also... I was always so grateful.” He nuzzled his nose against the landing strip of hair there, breathing her in, allowing himself to pretend they were together for real and that this was his right and privilege at all times. “Whenever you contacted me, I wanted to get on my hands and knees and show you how grateful I was.”
