Gently, he pulled out of me and hauled me upright. Scooping me up into his arms, he sat me down on the edge of the bed so that he could remove my pumps and the panties from around my ankles. Once finished, he looked up into my eyes from his crouched position between my knees.
“If at any time you’re scared or in pain or simply uncomfortable—”
“Kashmir,” I said.
He nodded. “Kashmir.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why this? I mean, so far, I think I like it, but I never would have thought of it myself.” Liar. You’ve thought of tying his ass up.
“I never did either.”
The Other Guy. Someone introduced him to this, and he liked it…and I bet anything it was that guy Sheri mentioned.
“But…it’s how I feel about you,” he told me.
Okay, now I’m just confused. It must’ve showed on my face.
“You make me feel bound and helpless, Kenna,” he explained. “Like I have no choice when it comes to you. And seein’ you like this…it’s like I can see inside myself.”
Holy fucking shit. Maybe Sheri should give him the number to her shrink.
“It’s not that I want it like this all the time. I love makin’ love to you the most. When we’re together like that, I feel whole. A part of somethin’ greater than myself alone. But sometimes, I think I want this, too. Do you?”
If my fucking nipples get any harder, they’re going to slice through my bra and blouse!
“I’d like to try,” I replied.
His smile made my crotch clamp fiercely, and as he stood up, I shivered all over.
“I told you I’d bang your brains out when you got home, and that those Xs weren’t kisses.” He kicked off his shoes and socks and was now dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. Reaching behind him, he started tugging off his shirt.
Seeing him standing before me in all his naked glory, my mouth watered, my tits got hard and tight, and a steady pulse hummed between my legs. He was, hands down, the most perfectly constructed man of all time, a finely honed and tuned machine made of flesh and bone.
Phil’s raging hard-on stared me right in the face. I licked my parched lips and heard him suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck…you wanna open that pretty mouth for it?”
“Yes.”
He grasped the root with his right hand and cupped the back of my head with his left. I opened my mouth wide, and he guided himself in.
“Motherfucker…” he moaned. “I’ve never experienced anythin’ like you. Your fuckin’ mouth…”
He inhaled deeply as I sucked a good amount of him down until the head of him touched the back of my throat. I tasted the lovely salty flavor of him mixed with the savory taste of myself.
The intimacy of this was so powerful. I truly had to trust him to hold me steady, not to go too deep, and believe that he wouldn’t hurt me, not even accidentally. Guiding me back and forth, he set a gentle, slow pace.
“That’s enough,” he whispered, pulling out of my mouth with a soft sucking noise.
Lifting me up, he laid me back in the center of the bed, my arms well and truly trapped beneath my back. In this position, my back arched, my chest thrust up toward the ceiling. If I wasn’t such an avid yoga practitioner, I’d probably be extremely uncomfortable.
Having at some point unzipped the waist of my skirt, Phil tugged the wrecked thing over my hips, flinging it aside. He undid my belt, and that went flying, too. Then, gentle fingers plucked the buttons on my blouse open, his lips kissing each piece of skin as it was exposed. Pushing the two halves apart, fingers hooked into my bra cups and slid the material under my breasts.
“Fuck me,” his voice rasped. He lightly bit one spiked nipple, swirling his tongue over it to soothe the sting.
Grabbing a pillow, he lifted me up and tucked it under my head and shoulders, relieving some of the pressure, then tongued his way down my body before sliding his hands under my thighs and throwing my knees over his shoulders. Sucking my overly sensitized clit into his mouth, he hummed.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my whole body seizing up. “It’s too much!”
“Not enough,” he grunted in disagreement. He sucked hard, almost to the point of pain, erasing the too sensitive feeling and replacing it with a liquid warmth that spread from my core to my nipples. His tongue