The sensation was incredible. She cried out as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucked, then nibbled with his teeth. God almighty, what was he doing to her? She felt everything he did to her all the way to her clit, the quivering, building pressure inciting her to lift upward, to feed him her breasts. She felt consumed, as if he knew every inch of her.
He devoured her, and she wanted more.
And he gave, moving to her other breast, licking, nibbling, flattening her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as if he were trying to swallow her.
She wanted him to. It was like she couldn’t give him enough of herself.
He moved downward, across her rib cage, dipping his tongue in the hollow of her navel, flicking at the jewel there.
“Oh, this is so fucking sexy,” he drawled as he flicked the crystals dangling at her belly button.
He looked up at her, his face bathed in the sunlight streaming into the room. His hair fell over his forehead, thick and wavy, his eyes like a dark ocean, glittering with his desires, heating her from her toes up to her head.
He smoothed his hand over the flat planes of her belly, and her muscles jerked in response. He was so close to her sex her clit was quivering, every muscle tensing in anticipation. At this moment she couldn’t care less who was in charge, she simply rejoiced in being a woman.
His woman.
At least for this weekend. She wouldn’t, couldn’t think beyond that, beyond the pleasure of his hands on her body, the way he awoke every nerve ending in ways she’d never experienced. She wouldn’t bemoan what she’d missed by keeping this man at bay all these years.
She wouldn’t.
She’d just relish this moment in time, infuse her memory banks with every precious second of his hands skimming her hips, his tongue dipping into her navel and teasing the crystal jewels there, the way he caressed her flesh and coaxed every nerve ending into burning awareness.
Before moving down, between her legs, licking her inner thighs and pressing soft kisses there.
She might just die if he didn’t put his tongue on her clit, if he didn’t suck her, lick her, put his fingers inside her, anything to make her come. Right now. She was melting all over his sheets, wet and anxious and ready as hell for him.
Come on, Rand. Lick me. Suck my clit. Fuck me with your fingers. She wanted this so bad she couldn’t stand it.
And she wanted to be untied so she could writhe all over him, grab his head between her hands, and plant her lips on his, grip his cock, and force it inside her. She lifted her hips, undulating against his questing mouth.
“Easy, baby,” he said, licking along the inside of her thigh. “I know what you want.”
“Then give it to me.” Her voice was raspy, her breath catching on every word. She didn’t even sound like herself. It was hot, sexy, even to her own ears.
“Oh, I like when you beg for it. How bad do you want it, Blair?”
She nibbled her lower lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of asking him to do what she knew he was going to do anyway. Eventually. Soon. He was. He had to. By God, he’d better.
“Please, Rand.”
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
The first touch of his tongue against her sex was a hot blast, like pressing her pussy up against a wet furnace. When he moved it upward, then back down again, she let out a long moan. And she didn’t care anymore. Inhibitions flew out the window as she opened her legs as wide as they would go, giving him access to her cunt.
“Lick me,” she pleaded. “Yes, like that.”
Rand had a masterful tongue and knew just what to do with it. When she thought of all the men she’d had to give directions to, she let her head fall back on the pillow and cursed her years of misfortune.
She threw up the white flag, surrendered, and knew right then she was lost. Never again would a man make her feel this good, would a man know her body the way Rand did. Without instructions, without frustration, he lapped around her clit like a driver who knew exactly where the finish line was.
She bucked against his mouth, driving her pussy into his face, racing to a climax she couldn’t hold back. God, she didn’t want to hold it back. It was nearing, and she wanted it, craved it, wanted Rand to give it to her.
But he moved away from her clit, slowed the pace, veered off course. Her head shot off the pillow, and she gaped down to find him looking up at her with a knowing grin on his face.
She was about to call him a no good, tormenting bastard, but he slid two fingers into her cunt.
“Oh, my God.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re like melted butter inside,” he said. “So goddamn hot and tight. I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the movements of his fingers, from the way he was watching her.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
He slanted a half smile at her. “Soon. My dick is hard, Blair. I need to fuck you. But first I want you to come for me. I want to suck the come from your pussy, feel you squeeze my fingers.” He pulled back, then thrust his fingers inside her again. “Come on, baby. Come for me, and let me watch.”
She stared, transfixed, as he planted his mouth over her clit and sucked, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Delirious sensations built, then tightened, spiraling uncontrollably ever downward.
Panting, she held on as long as she could, then released, letting her climax flow through her. Rand lapped along her clit as she came, his fingers stilling as she bucked against him and rode out what was the strongest orgasm a man had ever given her. Screams tore from her throat, her limbs shook as she struggled against the cuffs and ropes binding her, her moisture spilling in warm rivulets down her ass as she came and came in torrents that never seemed to end.
The tiny shocks reverberated through her, finally lessening enough that she fell back against the mattress, replete and exhausted but utterly exhilarated.
She was spent but energized, her pussy turning over in delightful little spasms around Rand’s fingers. She lifted her head and looked down at him, his face wet. He sat up, finally removing his fingers and crawling up beside her on the bed.
“Taste,” he said, lifting his fingers to her mouth.
She’d never done that before, but when he placed his fingers against her lips, she let him slide them inside, tasting her own cream. The scent was musky, the taste salty and honey sweet. He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, his face covered with her.
It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, tasting her own unique flavor on a man’s lips. And yet not at all unpleasant. It made her tingle all over, her cunt tightening with renewed arousal. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers in a warm, velvet twist that tangled her belly in knots. She squirmed against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and take hold of him, to grab his cock and guide him into her waiting pussy.
Why wasn’t he fucking her? She arched against him, thrusting her tongue against his, giving him every signal in the book save for coming right out and demanding. Yet he continued his slow, deliberate assault with his mouth, grasping her head between his hands and massaging her scalp while he kissed her.
He was doing this on purpose. She was on fire with need, and he’d reverted to simple foreplay. Kissing and touching, and she wanted fucking. The man was maddening!
When he finally broke the kiss and looked at her, she sucked in a breath at the intensity in his dark eyes. Such raw need and hunger reflected there. For her? About her? She’d never seen a man look at her that way.