revealing more silky skin with every inch. His lips trailed behind until the sheet barely covered one peaked nipple. He licked her through the cotton, took the hard bud between his teeth and applied the tiniest bit of pressure. She gasped, nearly hissed, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
When the cotton was plastered wet to her breasts, he pulled down the fraction needed to reach her hot skin. She cried out when he sucked her into his mouth, gently at first, then with more pressure. After a few minutes, he trailed his mouth to the other breast and gave it the same attention. A light sheen of sweat already coated her skin. His too. This research might’ve been good for her, but it was killing him. He continued his descent, deciding that going down on her would be easiest on her leg.
Inch by inch the cover came down and as each new bit of skin came into view, he kissed, nipped and licked. Her stomach contracted with the contact of his tongue to her navel.
Damn, she was so beautiful, letting him have his way with her. The sense of power he expected had materialized as the need to please. She may have been tied down, but Troy felt bound to satisfy her, intent on giving as much pleasure as she could possibly handle, then giving her more.
“Please,” she whispered when he still hadn’t uncovered her fully, but she didn’t move and he thought she deserved a reward for that. He lowered the sheet, but kept the edge at the halfway point of her little patch of honey-blond hair. He ran his tongue along that spot and she moaned.
Goddamn this was more fun than he ever dreamed. “Should I stop?” he murmured, trailing the sheet the next few increments and exposing her to his gaze. Her scent made him dizzy with lust. He wanted to dive in and take her hard and fast with his mouth, but he held himself back.
“No, God, please don’t stop. Please,” she begged breathlessly.
She was soaking wet. The sheets damp beneath her.
Just like the other night when he removed the thong, he used his teeth to remove the last few inches of the sheet. She trembled beneath him and her skin pebbled where he touched. He couldn’t remember when he’d spent this amount of time seducing a woman, loving every inch of her before actually making love to her. He kissed the inside of each thigh, tortured her with his hot breath and reveled in her choppy panting.
The rope had some give, so he snaked an arm underneath her good thigh and settled between her legs for the duration of the flight. He used his finger and his tongue at the same time and her legs stiffened. She tasted exotic and dangerous, like the best moonshine on the planet. He could get drunk on her taste. He circled her clit teasingly with his tongue as his finger pushed inside her. After a few minutes, she tried to inch down, tried to take more of him, feel more pressure, but he backed off.
“I said, don’t move.”
She lifted her head, then just as quickly slammed it back down, digging it into the pillow and moaning her frustration. He loved it.
“Are you going to be good?” he asked, teasing her clit again with quick lashes of his tongue.
“Yes. Please, yes,” she gasped. “Please, Troy.”
“Please what?”
“Please make me come. Please, I have to come.”
Troy pushed two fingers inside of her and hooked them against her inner walls at the same time as he stroked her clit hard with his tongue. The neighbors probably heard her cry out from three doors down. Her orgasm milked his fingers as she flew apart and each contraction throbbed against his tongue.
When she finally came down, when the last shudders faded, her legs went limp. He glanced at her thigh to make sure all that straining hadn’t done anything to the stitches. Nope. They looked fine.
Reassured with her tied down, he felt better about making love to her despite the injury. He shucked off his jeans and underwear as he worked his way back up her body, then he knelt between her legs and looked his fill. He stripped his T-shirt over his head. Her gaze shifted to his dick. His insanely hard dick.
“Condoms on the end table,” she whispered huskily.
He’d been planning on a condom, saw them waiting on the table. But her assumption that he needed one right this second changed his