I looked to the side, saw he had the tip of his middle and index fingers in his mouth and he was licking them clean.
My cl*t spasmed.
Oh yeah.
This partnering business was gonna be all kinds of good.
* * * * *
I held onto the headboard even though I really had no choice.
With two scarves tied to my wrists, their ends clutched between my palms and the headboard, in other words within easy reach if I needed to release them, I couldn’t move my hands.
I was on my knees in the pillows, ass tipped back, Creed behind me, arms around me, both hands at my br**sts, rolling and tugging my ni**les as he powered deep.
My head flew back as the headboard rocked with his drives and my body’s jerks.
This shit was great.
“You okay?” Creed grunted in my ear.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Harder.”
He drilled up harder.
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
“Give me more, Sylvie,” he growled and I arched my back and tipped up my ass. “Yeah, baby,” he approved and slammed in harder.
“Creed!” I gasped, so close, oh so f**king close.
He pulled out to the tip and stopped.
No!
I pressed back but he moved with me, withholding.
“Need you, baby, I’m close,” I whispered.
He withheld, I only had the tip and his mouth came back to my ear.
“Keep your back arched, ass high, yeah, Sylvie?”
“Creed,” I begged.
“Let me give you somethin’ good,” he urged, his voice rough, the smooth totally gone.
I swallowed then nodded.
I lost the tip and I bit my lip not to whimper.
His fingers swept my hair over one shoulder then, starting at the base of my scalp, one trailed down my neck, between my shoulders, slow, so f**king slow.
“Arch, tip that ass,” he murmured and I arched deeper for him, lifting my ass further. “Beautiful,” he muttered, his finger going down my spine, down, between the cheeks of my ass, down through my wet, he tweaked my cl*t and my entire body jolted, the headboard banging.
Oh God. He was right. This was good. This was hot.