Jaxon had already dropped to his knees. As soon as he did, every muscle in my body tensed. For all my bravado in dealingwith him, I was woefully inexperienced in acts of passion. The last time I’d been with a man I’d been nineteen. And losing my virginity to a choreographer had been less than stellar. Especially since he’d been completely insensitive to my vulnerability and had had no interest in pleasing me.
I should be terrified of the man holding me hostage, but I was excited, his rough kisses alone keeping me wet and hot. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, his dominance everything I’d craved and nothing I’d shared with anyone else in my life. While every aspect of the man was calm in his need for control, his eyes told a different story.
Inside he was in need of letting go, allowing the primal side of him exposure to the elements.
Every touch was deliberate, including the way he tugged off one shoe, bending my knee and pressing kisses from my calf to my knee. After repeating with my other leg, I had even more difficulty standing.
He shifted my legs apart, running the backs of his fingers along the inside of my legs. I shuddered and felt my body sliding down the wall. Only when I pressed both hands on his head was I able to keep from falling to the floor.
Even though I wrapped my fingers around his thick strands of hair, I kept my eyes elsewhere. On Zorro of all things. The pup was lounging on the couch, paying us no attention. Meanwhile, I was free floating outside my body, especially when the powerful man blew across my naked pussy.
Every inch of me was shaking, enough so concentrating was close to being impossible. He took his time, touching me,caressing me. Making me feel as if we were true lovers instead of acting on our carnal needs and nothing else.
When he finally spread my legs further apart by pressing both palms against my inner thighs, I stopped moving altogether. After another swath of hot air, he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit.
Maybe that was the moment all was lost, my earlier focus shot, the pleasure too intense. I took several deep breaths, yet they were labored just as before. While he was masterful with his tongue, I was still nervous around him. With every incredible sensation rocking through me, I was pushed closer to a peaceful moment.
I’d thought my vibrator was incredible, but the way his tongue moved in a calculated dance was so amazing I was shaking all over. For a few seconds, the wave of uncertainty hitting me was paralyzing.
He seemed to sense I was ill at ease, gripping my legs and burying his face in my wetness. The way his thumbs tormented my clit forced a series of moans from the very depths of my being.
“Per favore, non fermarti.”
Please don’t stop.
When I was nervous or angry, I reverted to speaking Italian. Panting, I was already close to ripping out strands of hair from how intense the pleasure was.
With a dark chuckle that sent several waves of prickling vibrations through the darkest part of me, he lifted his head. “I have no intention of doing so.”
The fact he spoke the language shouldn’t shock me. In fact, nothing about the man should in the least. He was talented and handsome, dangerous on every level, but that’s why I was so attracted to him.
He lifted one leg, placing it over his shoulder and drove two fingers into my tight channel.
“Holy mother of God.” I pressed my head against the wall as stars floated in front of my eyes. The pleasure was too much, or I was too sensitive. I clawed at his head, yanking with both hands as the scintillating jolts of current rushed through me. He wasn’t gentle nor was he rough.
He had the right touch, allowing me to feel as if I was floating on air.
I was shocked how quickly my body responded to him, every inch quivering. The lights flashing in front of my eyes intensified until I was unable to breathe.
His hold became tighter, his fingers digging into my skin and I knew that his mouth was the perfect weapon. He added two more fingers, driving them in and out of my pussy in a slow and easy rhythm.
As soon as he flexed them open, I felt full, so much so I was forced onto my toes. I jutted my hips forward, and he kept his grip firm as he tormented me with his tongue.
Panting, I was at a loss of every inch of my body, convulsing as if jarred from standing on a live wire in the middle of a rainstorm. And in those few seconds where bliss took over, my vision was completely clouded, the haze unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, yes.”
While I had difficulty breathing as the climax rushed through me, he refused to stop, pushing me harder, driving me to the point of sheer ecstasy.
Even as I was floating down from the beautiful mind-blowing orgasm, he was still licking me, sucking on my clit until I cried out.
Only then did he finally rise to his feet, towering over me.
With some difficulty, I tried to focus, noticing the look of amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying every moment of creating filthy sin, stripping away my defenses.
Even though I was exhausted, more so than I cared to mention, I grabbed his shirt with one hand. There was no gentleness about the way I was manhandling him. His grin was a reward when I yanked the one side of his expensive dress shirt apart from the other, a feat with my hands still bound. Buttons flew everywhere, but I didn’t bother acknowledging that.
“You’re ambidextrous.”
