Her hand continued its southward exploration and found Rod’s erection. It was hot, velvet over steel, and ridged with veins. She wanted to play with him and feel him inside her. She wanted to look into Rod’s eyes as they joined and as she rode him and made him come.
“Don’t mind him. He will calm down in a few hours,” he said, sounding hoarse. Even as he spoke, his hips rose as he pressed against her hand.
“Not without my help.” She kissed him and whispered against his lips, “It’s time you found out what I have in store for you.”
He chuckled. “Sounds ominous.”
“La petite mort could never be bad.” She kissed him. His arm circled her waist while the other hand held her head in place as he plundered her mouth, a groan erupting from his chest. The hunger in him sent a shockwave through her. Why would he be willing to ignore his needs just because he thought she was tired?
Don’t go there. Focus on the here and now, not the whys.
She draped a leg across his waist as she greedily sucked on his tongue. Her pulse spiked, her nipples pebbling as though triggered by the taste of him. His hand left her head and stroked her side before cupping her breast. Her insides melted when he played with her nipples.
Not again.
This was about him, not her. She pulled his hands away, but that just made it possible for him to slide them along her hips and find her from behind. He stroked her and Terri whimpered. Fuck, that felt good. She yanked her mouth from his and sat up.
At five seven, she was more than average in height. But against him, she was puny. Those long arms of his were like tentacles, reaching places with such ease she couldn’t fight back.
“No, Rod. It’s my turn and you will not take it from me,” Terri ordered, nudging his hands away from her body.
“You like giving orders.”
“If it gets me what I want.”
“What do you want?”
“You.” She pushed his arms above his head, reached inside the bag from Madam Zoe’s for the cuffs, and leaned across his body to restrain his hands. Her breasts just happened to be near his mouth, so he snagged a nipple. He knew just what to do to make her moan and sigh with pleasure. It took all her effort to take control back.
His eyes, sensual and intense, slid from her breasts to her nether regions before coming back to connect with her. He grinned while she glared at him.
“You’re not being fair.”
“Not when it comes to this.” Her entire body quivered at the heated gaze, but she forced herself to focus on him and not at the abnormal way her body was reacting. Lying there underneath her, that masculine smug smile on his lips, he looked carnal and untamable, like the master of everything he did, including her body.
“Have you any idea how glorious you look?” he asked, reaching to caress her breast.
“Not as glorious as you.” She pushed his arms back up and inched lower, his muscles leaping under her palm. “I want to lick you from the base to the crown, take you into my mouth, and make you come hard. Promise to behave.”
His grin broadened. “How can I behave? I love your mouth on me.”
“If you can’t keep your hands off me, I’ll have to tie your cuffed hands to the bed.”
“I can’t keep my hands off you, so tie away.”
How often did he get tied, and by whom? Terri frowned, hating that she was feeling emotions other than lust.
“Are you going to do it?” Rod asked.
She wanted to tie him up all right, but the hotel bed wasn’t build for it. She kissed him. “I’m in control now, Rod. And I’m doing things my way, so keep those hands up, and no touching me.”
He leaned back, looking sexually lethal. She’d never been this turned on by a man. She ran her nails along his corded shoulder muscles, nipped his jaw and his earlobe, and watched him squirm. He was hers now, his pleasure hers to control. Unbridled thrill coursed through Terri as she tilted his head and kissed him. He leaned into the kiss, naturally wanting to take over. She backed away and laughed when he groaned.
“You’re going to make me regret this,” he said.
“No, Rod. I’m going to show you what I can do.” She straddled his powerful thighs, cradling his erection. She traced her nail along his cock and pressed him against her labia. He shuddered. She wanted to push him inside her, but didn’t. Not yet. Instead, she let him go. His cock jerked and a small growl escaped him.
“Do that again,” he ordered.
She chuckled. “I promised to take care of you, Rod. My way.”
She trailed kisses down his neck to his chest. His scent, a blend of clean sweat and soap, was stimulating. He had sensitive nipples and his muscles spasming under her lips fueled her lust. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted him yelling her name. She’d screamed his several times.
She played with him, letting her badass side take over, nails digging into his muscles, followed by her tongue soothing the marks. She continued lower, licking his belly button and his abs.
“Terri,” he growled, and heat rippled through her. His need was such a turn on.
She ignored his cock and nipped on his thighs, until she was on her knees. She glanced at him and caught him watching her with morbid fascination. Giving him a naughty smile, she sunk her teeth into his thigh and he groaned. She did it again, moving closer and closer to his cock. Biting, not hard enough to break skin, then soothing with her tongue.
“Damn, that feels good.” The hunger in his eyes was all she needed to see to know he was ready. “Take me in. All of me, Terri. Now.”
She ignored his orders, gripped his cock and went to work on his balls. She licked them with long strokes, like they were her favorite ice cream, and swirled her tongue around them. He went rigid. But when she pursed her lips and took one into her mouth, he stopped breathing.
“Fuck,” he rasped out.
She grinned and went to take care of the second one. He thought that was something? She flickered the tip of her tongue along the vertical line between his balls, the most sensitive part, and was rewarded. He hissed and growled out her name, his hips rising. His breathing became erratic. Yep, teasing that line between balls turned most men into blabbering idiots.
He was completely under her will. She gripped his cock, pumping it up and down as a pre-cum bead appeared at the tip of the crown. She licked him like he was her favorite candy. She gripped the shaft and swirled her tongue around the crown. Back at the base, she lapped his balls again and slowly moved up his shaft, sometimes brushing the tip along her lips as though he was her lipstick. She rolled her tongue around the crown and took him in her mouth.
Watching his expression, she continued to work him with her tongue, sucking him, and tightening the grip of her mouth. Whenever she paused, she squeezed him and dug her nails into his shaft. His hips jerked, a moan ripping from his chest.
Rod’s breathing grew heavier. She was seriously getting turned on by his reaction. The harder she sucked, teased with her nails and teeth, the more he strained to stay in control, the wetter she became. She was relentless, her tongue whirling around his dick. A thin sheet of sweat coated his skin, the muscles on his arms thrown in relief.
“Damn that feels… Fuck.”
She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, moaning as his hips rose. He closed his eyes and rocked into her mouth.