A calculating chuckle fills the space between us and he laps at it now, flicking his tongue back and forth and alternating between sucking and scraping his teeth along it.
It only makes me roll my hips against him harder, but he doesn’t move, just keeps me pinned for what feels like forever while I squirm under his oral assault.
When he finally lifts his head, I issue a sigh of relief, only to have him dip it to the other one and give it the same attention.
The same sweet torture.
Motherfucker!
I jerk hard on the bindings, desperate to get my hands free, to get some type of control over the situation, but all that does is make the headboard groan ominously and the silk fabric tighten around my skin.
He continues to play with me, to make me gasp and whimper and curse him silently because I can’t manage to get the words out, nor do I want to give him the satisfaction of hearing them.
This man has to know what he’s doing to me. He’s so deliberate. So meticulous in every flick of his tongue, brush of his teeth, and soft tug of suction. And by the time he finally lifts his head again, I’m so soaked and close to coming that the slightest roll of his hips or flick of a finger would probably set me off.
He seems to sense it, too, and I open my eyes to find him searching my face.
“You’ve done so well, Hellcat.”
He smiles at me, and it lights up his entire handsome face, when all I want to do is smack the smugness from it. Then he shifts his hips slightly, just a quarter of an inch, enough for my clit to cry out at the brush of movement against it, but then he stills again. “I think you’ve earned what you’ve requested.”
I gasp. “What? What’s that?”
The words barely come out more than a whisper, and he pushes up and shifts back, dragging my ass off the mattress with his hands underneath it.
“Hard and fast.”
He draws his hips back and slams into me.
“Oh!” I cry out, my head arching back, my entire body pulsing as he repeats the move, then adjusts his grip on me to put me in exactly the position he wants me. “Fuck!”
Over and over again, he thrusts into me, driving relentlessly all the way, slamming his hips against mine on a harsh grind. Hitting every perfect spot. Demanding I take all of him and giving it to me exactly as I requested.
It doesn’t take long for my body to heat and tremble with my impending orgasm, even after three times already.
There’s no fighting it.
But he suddenly stops, pausing deep inside me again, and I cry out, my eyes flying open as I look up at him.
“Why’d you stop?”
He pulls out of me, and I can only manage a whimper when I see his glistening dick as he shifts back.
Goddammit.
My pussy clenches, desperate to have him back.
The loss is almost too much to bear.
I feel cold, empty, without the press of his body and his length filling me.
He grabs my hips and quickly flips me, the binding twisting as he lowers me onto my elbows and knees. His strong fingers dig into my waist, and he drives back into me, drawing a strangled groan from us both.
Christ…
He’s so much bigger in this position. Spreading me wider. Pumping into me in a punishing rhythm that only seems to grow faster and harder.
His ragged breaths match my own.
