her chin as he fastened the other cuff. After he’d attached both, she yanked on her arms. The bindings pulled tight. She curled her fingers over the material and held on.
He eyed her, staring as his gaze moved over her face before dipping for the briefest second to her chest then back up again. “Are you sure you want this?”
With her mind scrambled and her body starting to shift around on the sheet, she said the first word that popped into her head. “Now.”
He nodded. “Right now.”
She expected him to move down her body, but he didn’t. He straddled her chest and leaned forward. His cock stood long and thick, just inches from her mouth. She lifted her head and skimmed her tongue over the tip.
Just as she was about to lie back down, he cradled her head, slipped his fingers around the back of her neck and into her hair. Held her there with one hand. The other moved to the base of his cock. He dragged the tip across her lips. Once, twice.
She didn’t play games. Opening her mouth, she took him in deep. Felt the bed dip again as he put more weight on his knees. She kept sucking, taking him deeper. Her mouth worked as his hand supported her. In and out, he pressed against her lips. Slid to the back of her throat. Never too much. Never too hard. Enough to kick up his breathing and make him rock hard.
When she thought he might continue and end in her mouth, he backed away. His lips replaced his cock in a kiss that left her shaky and aching. Hot and wet. Filled with a mix of longing and need. Every emotion bombarded her. Tiny pulses moved through her.
“You are amazing.” He whispered the compliment against her mouth.
She tried to talk, wanted to say something, but he moved back to her breasts. One after the other, side to side, licking and sucking. Caressing and cupping. He didn’t leave a single inch of her skin untouched.
Her back lifted off the bed and those bindings pulled tight. She heard a creak and knew the bedpost strained under her hold. The sensual torture continued until her breaths came out in gasps. She’d gulp for air then his kiss would pull her under. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the cycle one more second, he slid down her body. Moved to her stomach. Caressed the small bump as he covered it in lingering kisses.
She’d never felt so sexy. From the thump of his heartbeat when his chest touched her to the shake in his hands, she felt his need. She did this to him. She took a strong, vibrant man and turned him inside out. Had him crawling all over her for more.
Then his mouth continued its journey. His tongue snaked down. His fingers slipped between her legs and his shoulders settled into the V he created. Her body vibrated, almost hummed, at his touch. And when he pressed his tongue inside her the winding sensation gripping her stomach tightened even more.
Her skin felt too tight. Too sensitive. He’d turned her body into his playground, running his hands and mouth all over her. Bringing her right to the brink then backing off to taste another part of her. If he wanted her clinging to the edge of reason, desperate for him to move over her, he’d succeeded. She wanted the friction.
“Gabe . . .” He licked that spot that made her vision blur and she wanted more. “There.”
Her voice dripped with heat. She heard the tone and refused to apologize for it. The room faded away until all she saw was his shoulders and that dark hair. Just as the orgasm started to ripple through her he sat up. Her inner muscles clenched and she tried to reach for him, to bring him back, but the bindings tugged on her wrists.
Sweat collected at the base of her throat as the need to find her release gripped her. “God, Gabe. No.”
Then she saw a flash of something and a wrapper fell to the side. A second later he slid in deep and sure, pressing her thighs back close to her chest and opening her even wider. She could feel his hands on her legs and his cock inside her. He said her name and plunged inside her again.
She tried to hold on to every moment, every thought. To savor each blinding touch, but her body betrayed her. Her hips started to