He sucked my clit, creating a pulsing sensation so intense, I cried out and bucked. Instead of easing up, this only encouraged him. His tongue explored every inch of my pussy, like he couldn’t get enough. He licked down my slit and entered me, eliciting another moan of desperation before he moved back upto bring my sensitive bud into his mouth. He slipped two fingers inside me and angled upward with each stroke, continuing to work me with his tongue as I strained against the rope.
“May I come?” I managed to ask. This was the only thing Wes had revealed thus far that he wanted to control. I enthusiastically ceded this power, even if it was painful to hold myself back.
I wanted to obey Wes more than I wanted to come. Unsanctioned release was worthless to me.
Wes’s deep voice vibrated against me. “Because you remembered to ask, yes, Nova. Come on my tongue.”
Wes’s fingers filled me, steadily pumping as his mouth closed around my clit, tongue expertly driving me back up to the edge. I shook as I came undone, coming even more powerfully than I had the first time with Wes.
I came so hard, I squirmed to get out of Wes’s reach in the aftermath, painfully sensitive. He slowly withdrew his mouth, though his fingers remained inside me. The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs with a cruel smile made my stomach flutter.
“Adorable that you think I’m finished with you,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I told you what would happen once I finally tasted you. And now, it will never be enough.”
His tongue came back down, and my squeal of protest only made him laugh. “Shhh. You can come again. I believe in you, baby.”
He was gentle, coaxing. When I fought him again, he slapped my inner thigh. I gasped at the shock of pain, and then I marveled at the way it made it easier to tolerate his slow, deliberate licks of my clit.
I relaxed, and his grip on my thighs loosened. It was like I could feel him praising me, rewarding my obedience. As if bysome depraved magic, Wes was able to make me come for a second time, relishing every moment of it.
I was boneless, thoughtless, and flushed with heat. Wes pinned me with a kiss, letting me taste myself on him, taste his hunger that wasn’t yet satiated.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, softly stroking my cheek as I lay bound beneath him.
I nodded. “IUD. I was tested after my last partner, all negative. You?”
“Me as well. But I’m fine using a condom if that makes you more comfortable.”
I shook my head. “I trust you,” I repeated.
He kissed my forehead, eyes softening. I could see the effect those words had on him. It looked like he wanted to hold my faith in his palms without it falling through his fingers like sand.
I wished I could reach for him, run my fingers along his buzzed hair, feel that powerful jaw soften under my gentle touch. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn’t know how to say it yet. I didn’t even know how to say it tomyself.
And then, Wes’s cock was gliding up and down my slick center, and I lost all words entirely.
His mouth hovered over mine. The head of his cock teased my entrance, and I could already feel the stretch. It had been months since my last sexual partner, and Wes’s size was frightening as it was.
“Tell me who you belong to, baby.”
“You, Wes. I belong?—”
Wes’s hand covered my mouth the moment he pushed inside me, muffling my surprised cry.
“God, Nova, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. His voice became even more gravelly, a rumble from somewhere deep inside him. “Better than I ever could’ve imagined. And believe me,I’ve been imagining.”
He wasn’t even in all the way, and I felt all my muscles tense, overcome by the pleasurable discomfort.
“Uh-uh,” Wes whispered. “Keep your eyes on mine. Breathe. Relax. We were meant to fit together, remember? This body was made for me.”
I took a deep breath, following Wes’s instructions. His sinful, possessive musings soothed me and filled me with purpose. My body opened for him, and he pushed deeper. My discomfort eased. I was lost inside the certainty of his gaze. Nothing in my world was confusing anymore, because in this moment, my entire world began and ended with Wes.
I sighed into his palm.
Wes sensed the moment I’d acclimated. He untied the rope from the hard point and looped my arms around his neck, my wrists still bound. He shoved my panties in my mouth as a gag.
His next thrust was no longer slow and gentle. He buried himself fully inside me, nearly brushing up against my cervix. I moaned into the fabric, fighting to keep my eyes locked on his instead of rolling back into my head.
“The things I plan to do with you…toyou,” he said darkly, closing a hand around my neck without applying pressure, “are going to make tonight look like lovemaking.”
