“I need you inside me,” she gasped, dropping her head on his chest.
“Not yet.” He lifted her up and arranged her at the edge of the bed, her feet on the bench. He knelt and studied her.
“If you wanted to just watch, you should not have tied my hands.”
He’d love to watch her pleasure herself, but now was his turn. He shrugged off his robe. He was still hard and throbbing. “That’s for next time. Right now, there are a few things I plan to do with my hands and mouth.” He pushed her knee aside and stroked her inner thigh, inching lower and lower. Her hips lifted, but he stopped shy of touching her. “Lean back.”
She fell back onto the bed, her tied hands behind her. “When it’s my turn, I’ll make you wish you didn’t tease me this much.”
“You call that teasing? Wait until I start.” He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hip to elevate her lower body and give him a better access to her pussy.
He trailed kisses down her inner thighs toward her folds. Once again, her knees fell apart for him. She moaned and pushed her hips toward his mouth, but he switched focus to the other thigh. With her hands tied behind her, the only way to direct him was with words and her hips.
“Please,” she rasped.
He zeroed in on her pussy and swept his tongue around her folds, licking her juice that had dripped on her thighs and outer labia, but purposely avoided her clit. She tried to direct his head by lifting and rotating her hips, but he was a man on a mission. He teased and laved, his hands holding her thighs firmly against the pillow. He was in control and determined to make her second orgasm better than the first one.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned, her head lolling.
“Use words, Terri. Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me,” came out in a harsh whisper. “Eat me” was louder.
“Soon.” He rolled her over to her stomach and rained kisses down her back, working his way down. He took a chunky bite of her ass and she gasped, her hips rising off the pillow. Grinning, he gripped her and lifted her, so she was on her knees, her perfect butt in the air, her tied hands resting on her lower back.
The view of her pussy from the back was unparalleled. Her clit protruded between the folds, but her inner labia gave him a glimpse of her tight sheath. She was moist and slick, and there was nothing he wanted better than to grip his cock and ease it into her so slowly while savoring the feel of her muscles closing in around him.
Rod, once again, fought for control. “Have you ever been told you have the most perfectly shaped pussy in the entire universe?”
“Yes. By you. Please. Stop torturing me.”
Grinning, he spread her labia and swept his tongue along her clit to her inner lips. Her knees gave out, but he already wound his arm around her thighs. He pressed his face close and rubbed her with his nose, inhaling her scent. Her groan of frustration said she was close to where he wanted her—consumed with the need so great nothing else mattered.
“Oh, that feels good,” she panted.
“Can you handle more?”
“Yes.”
“Then brace yourself. I want you to come in my mouth, Terri. Scream my name.”
His arms tightened around her thigh as he moved closer and closed his mouth on the tiny erection. He flickered his tongue around it and sucked hard. Her thighs trembled and a mewling sound left her lips. She scooted forward as though to escape his mouth.
“Where are you going, Terri?” He gripped her arms and held her in place without easing up. He was relentless.
“It’s too much,” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, pushing her clit with his tongue, drawing her into his mouth.
“No. Yes.”
Tremors shot through her body, so he knew she was close, yet he took a painful breath and stopped. He couldn’t continue when she’d ordered him to stop.
“No, no, no, what are you doing?” she asked, sounding close to tears. “Don’t stop. Not now.”
“Are you sure?”
She growled and pushed her ass against his face.
“Stop talking,” she ordered.
He chuckled and lowered his head to lap at her, building the tension to where he’d left off. He laid siege to her clit, using his teeth to heighten the sensations until her cries filled the room. He could feel the wave swell through her body. He rolled back on his haunches and lifted her to his face, pushing her hard. She was so close to falling apart.
She arched her back and screamed, “Rod. Yessss! Don’t stop. Oh. I’m coming. Yesssss!”
She went still, then her body convulsed, her legs kicking out. Rod had never seen a woman explode like that, savoring the taste of her. He milked the orgasm from her. Twice he’d made her come, and both times, she’d been facing away from him. Next time, he’d see the look in her eyes as she came.
Damn! She was spectacular. Raw and unfiltered. Like no woman he’d ever had. He wanted the same response when his cock was inside her. No screens or insecurities. No shadows from her past. Just pure, unadulterated passion.
Gently, he lowered her down and feathered kisses on her skin. Tremors shook her body every few seconds. She rested her head on the side, her eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her lips. His cock rested between her butt cheeks. He wanted her so badly he couldn’t think straight, but he decided to wait until she was ready for him again.
He stroked her back, swept the hair from her sweaty shoulder. God, she felt right. Everything about her felt right. Her lush body. Her scent. The way she fell apart. It was both awe-inspiring and humbling. Made him invincible, and at the same time, lucky to witness it.
“You tasted so damn good,” he whispered, undoing the knot around her wrist. He kissed her shoulder. “And came so beautifully.”
“Because of you. The things you do with your mouth.” She turned around, her movement slow. He eased on his back, offering her his arm as a pillow, kissing her forehead. She nestled and stroked his face. “You were amazing.”
“That was all you.”
“The sound of the instrument depends on the master,” she whispered, touching his lips. She kissed him and his cock jerked. Her leg lifted and rubbed it. “I want to play you too, Rod. I want you to sing for me.”
He chuckled. No woman could make him sing. In all his years of sleeping around—and he’d started early in his teens—no woman had ever made him come completely undone. Satisfying women was his specialty. His thing. Giving them control wasn’t.
He stroked the underside of her breast and thumbed her nipple. It had softened after her orgasm, but responded to him.
“Not tonight, sweetheart. You’re sated and tired. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”
CHAPTER 3
Was he crazy? Sleep was the last thing on her mind.
Rod already rocked her world twice, and no man did that without seeking his own release. He’d have to be a saint or the kind of man that made a girl start thinking about bad words. Really bad, screw-with-your-brain kind of words like relationship, monogamy, love, marriage, kids…
One-sided pleasure-fests were for men you walked down the aisle to the alter and swore to love and cherish forever. Terri didn’t believe in forever anymore. She was all about drive-by sex. Booty calls. Friends with benefits was as far as she went. Relationships were complicated.