I could feel just how hard he was, his cock straining in his pants. I felt my mouth water, thinking of the other night. I had him in my mouth, feeling like I was controlling him. I had watched the way his knuckles were white as he leaned against the tile in the shower.
“What are you thinking about?” Westley asked, hooking my chin. I looked into his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.
“Your dick in my mouth.”
He gave me a smug smirk. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
I smirked, reaching my hands down, but he grabbed them, pulling them back up. “But I had something better planned.”
“Something better than me giving you a blow job?” I asked sarcastically. “I don’t think there is anything better than that, darling.” I tugged on his hands. “Do you not remember telling me how much you loved it? Or that you came so hard you thought you were going to pass out?”
He leaned closer, one hand pinning me while the other reached for the nightstand. “Oh, I remember. I watched your mouth take every inch of me, Ella. I watched you slurp and suck on my cock like no other. You treated it like it was the biggest blessing you could find.”
“If you liked it so much, why are you saying no?”
He pulled his hand up, showing me a pair of pink handcuffs. My mind seemed to falter as I stared at him. “Because I have something else in mind.” He hooked my hands around the headboard and smiled, satisfied.
I felt like my body was on fire now, watching the way he leaned back and just ran his eyes over me. He had complete control, and I loved it.
I tugged on the cuffs. “Where did you find these?”
“I ordered them.” He grabbed my tank top and tugged it up. My boob popped free, and he leaned down, sucking on it.My back arched at the contact, and I moaned. I normally would wrap my arms around him and tug him closer, but I couldn’t.
He hooked my legs apart, sliding between them. He made his way down, kissing as he moved. Every kiss he left was like a live wire to my clit. I was panting by the time he worked himself down to my belly button.
He grabbed my thighs and looked up at me through hooded eyes. “Can you guess what I wanted?”
I looked down at him, seeing the shimmer in his eyes. He smiled at me before moving lower. I felt his finger slide over my clit and a second later, his tongue. I moaned softly, feeling his tongue working and moving my clit. I felt every sensation over it, my hips moving in rhythm with him.
He spread my legs wider, and I felt him slide a finger into me. My head fell back as I pulled at the cuffs. He moved his finger, sliding a second in with ease.
“You are stunning,” Westley growled, his tongue only stopping for a moment before he sucked down.
I felt that tingling feeling growing, my legs shaking as he devoured me. I felt an orgasm hit me like a train, and my body jerked.
I was gasping for air, my hands yanking hard on the cuffs as I started to sink back into the sheets. Westley leaned back, grinning ear to ear. “And you taste as amazing as always.”
I stared at him, my mind foggy. He pulled his pants down, his dick springing up. I felt my insides melt, knowing what was coming. I was on cloud nine as he moved back up a little, kissing up my stomach to my collarbone.
“That was amazing.”
“Good.” I felt him hook my legs, his cock nudging against my entrance. “Because there is more to come.”
Westley filled me with one big thrust. My back arched, and my wrist snapped hard against the cuff. “Oh god,” I moaned loudly.
Westley covered my mouth, giving me a warning look. “Do you want your sister to hear you?”
At that moment, I didn’t give a shit if the neighbors heard us. “No.”
“You say that now, but I can assure you when we are having breakfast in the morning with her, and she asks why you can’t be quiet, you’re going to regret letting yourself moan my name.”
“I thought you liked hearing me moan your name.” I leaned forward, kissing his lower lip and then biting it.
He grunted. “Oh, I love hearing you say my name, but I also know you, Ella. And you will be embarrassed when you aren’t riding on the cloud called an orgasm.”
I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but he wasn’t. He knew me well.
He grabbed my hips, moving in a slow, steady motion. I tried to be quiet, but god it was hard. He was hitting me where I liked, pulling at my nipples with his teeth. He knew exactly where to touch and how to get every nerve in my body to come alive.
