“Okay,” I whisper.
I hold out my wrists to him, and he immediately gets to work. The intricate knots he creates between my wrists are wildly attractive.
He tests the knots, and the space between my wrists and the rope, and deems them perfect. “How does it feel?”
I can’t stop squirming on the bed because I’m so damn turned on. The whole time he was tying me up, he was pressing kisses to different parts of my body.
“So good,” I moan.
His grin greets me as I look at him, and he takes the long tail from my wrists and ties it to the bedpost, forcing me at an angle on the bed.
“Good.” I feel his fingertips along the outside of my thigh, and I fail to keep in my whimper. “Spread your legs for me. You’ve earned yourself quite the orgasm.”
“Because I finished my book?” I can’t help but ask. He makes me want to be a little bratty just to see what he’ll do.
“Because of that, and because you’ve helped me see there is more to life than pretending to live.”
My body freezes, and my eyes blink open at his words. His soft smile greets me, and my heart pounds in my chest, this time from something dangerously close to love.
When his fingers start creeping toward the inside of my thigh, I adhere to his earlier command and spread my legs. If this man is promising a damn good orgasm, I know he’ll deliver and then some. And after sleeping in his bed the past couple of nights without actually having sex, I’m so damn horny I feel like I’m going to combust.
His teasing starts slow, first just his fingertips right at the juncture of my hip, slowly moving closer to where I really want him. He barely grazes my clit, and I flinch at how sensitive I already am.
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
“Oh, you really are in trouble this time, aren’t you? So needy already.”
“James,” I whimper as he circles my clit harder before dipping down and barely pushing inside of me.
“God, I fucking love it when you say my name,” he growls as he pushes his finger in more.
“What else do you like?” I just want to hear him talk. Everything he’s doing is clearing my head from all the stress that’s built up over the past weeks. It’s like the anxiety disappears with each word he says.
“I like when you’re wet and needy for me. When you’re so fucking turned on that you’re on a hair trigger. I love having you tied up and at my mercy. It calms me, makes me feel invincible.”
My back arches as he adds another finger before pulling them out and circling my clit again. He repeats the pattern over and over again, until my muscles are so taut they start to hurt, never quite pushing me over the edge.
“You are incredibly sexy like this,” he murmurs.
Without warning, he shoves his fingers back in as his thumb circles my clit, and I go off like a bomb. My mouth opens wordlessly, my arms pull on the rope holding me in place, and my legs shake.
Panting as I come down, James eases me down from it, never removing his fingers. “That’s it. We’re just getting started, Will.”
I collapse on my back, feeling absolutely boneless. It feels like the perfect culmination from all the tension I’ve carried over the week. The perfect escape and release. And we’re just getting started.
Rustling draws my attention, and I look up to see him stripping. His tattoos pop against his golden skin, and if I wasn’t tied up I’d be kissing every single one of them.
He shoves my legs apart as he kneels on the bed, and I moan in anticipation.
His hands wrap around the back of my thighs as he pulls me down enough for there to be tension on my arms.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Good, so fucking food. Arms feel fine too,” I add, realizing that’s what he’s really asking.
I feel his hot breath before he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe out.
