A warning and a plea.
I took a step toward him and he held up his hand as if to contradict all the heat between us and I didn’t want that. Couldn’t have it.
“Savannah, I’m not wh—”
I kissed him.
I kissed him to shut him up. To shut myself up. To feed the growing ache in my body.
It was awkward, off-kilter, my lips lopsided against his. I was actually kissing a good portion of his cheek.
Mortified but committed, I stood poised ready for rejection.
But it didn’t come. His arms curled low around my back and I was surrounded by his strength. His heat.
His lips, thick and full, were slightly chapped against mine, and the kiss was featherlight, a breath of sensation that roared through me.
It was chaste, innocent, but with a delicious promise of more.
He pulled me closer until I felt his heartbeat against my chest, his erection hard against my belly.
His tongue tasted the corner of my lips, fleeting and careful and I let him in.
It was so sweet, the slide of lips, the wet lick of tongues.
Suddenly, it was more. The kiss grew rougher, his hands bolder. My breasts rested against his hard chest and I arched, torturing herself with pressure. Nothing but silk between us and it was somehow hotter than if we’d been naked.
His hands roamed my back, sliding over silk to find the nape of my neck and he held me. Owned me.
We kissed and kissed. A thousand kisses. Hotter and faster. Harder. His teeth raked my tongue and I slid my hands all over his bare skin, memorizing the muscles, slipping just beneath the back waist of his pants.
“This is a mistake,” he said against my mouth.
“Probably.”
He looked at me in the moonlight and I could feel him pulling away. Being, for whatever reason, reasonable.
Boo.
I slipped my hand out of the back of his pants and placed it against his dick. He groaned, head tilted back. Yeah. Reasonable left the building twenty minutes ago when I heard him playing piano. Reasonable left the building when he walked into it.
I opened his pants, slipping my hand against his skin and the cotton of his boxers so I could wrap my fingers around the length of his cock.
He was hot and hard in my hand, pulsing against my skin. My name slipped out of his clenched teeth, a curse and a promise. My thumb slipped around the head of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from the tip and I loved the reality of his surrender. I loved what he could not control.
“Fuck, Savannah,” he breathed and wrapped me in his arms holding me tight against his body.
That’s the idea.
He walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed. He forced me to sit, and then he fell to his knees in front of me.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.” His hands pulled open the belt on my robe, sliding the purple silk away from my body, revealing me in the moonlight. His hands stroked my stomach, my breasts, my thighs. I reached for him, but he took my hands and held them still at my sides.
“My way,” he said.
“But-“
He yanked the purple sash of my robe out of the loops and then wrapped it around my wrists, behind my body.
“Matt,” I breathed, unable to control how wet this got me. How on fire I was naked and tied in front of him.
“Yeah,” he said, satisfaction all over his face. “I like you like this. Christ, Savannah,” he whispered. His hands cupped my breasts and he leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth. Gentle at first but then harder until I groaned with the pleasure/pain of it.
“That’s what you like,” he whispered like he’d figured out one of my secrets. “Pleasure until it hurts.”
And that’s what he gave to me. Until I was trembling under his touch. I cried out and he kissed me.
“You have to be quiet, Savannah,” he whispered into my mouth. “If you’re not quiet I’ll have to stop. Do you want me to stop?”
I whimpered and shook my head. I hurt for him. Ached and burned. If we stopped I’d never recover. I bit my lip until I tasted blood.
He slipped his hands under my body and pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs out wider with his chest as he went.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his fingers combing through the white blonde curls between my legs. “So pink.