Still, she left her skirt on. It wouldn’t hinder their lovemaking in any way.
“Becky?”
“Yes?”
“If you’re going to touch my cock, then I want you to sit on my stomach, with your back to me.”
Naked beneath her skirt, shivering at his sexy suggestion, Becky climbed back into the bed. “How come?”
“I want to feel you, wet and hot, on my belly.”
Her muscles all clenched at the provocative way he said that. He was pretty good at this business of talking dirty. She liked it.
Breathless, she said, “Okay,” and again straddled him, this time as per his instructions. Slowly, her breath held, she lowered herself until she was flush against him, her thighs around his waist. His skin was hot, slightly hairy. She braced her shaky hands on his hipbones. “Like this?”
“Mmmm. Oh yeah. You are wet, Becky, and so hot. You want me, don’t you?”
Somehow, this wasn’t how Becky had imagined it, with him still controlling things. “I want you a lot. I always have.”
“That’s a good thing since I’m not at all sure how much control I have left.”
Becky began touching him, and he muttered in a rush, “None. I don’t have any control left.”
“Just give me a few minutes.” His penis was hard, throbbing with life. The velvety texture amazed her. She didn’t know what she had expected, but this was much more exciting than any fake rubber penis could ever be.
“Becky…”
She cupped his testicles, now drawn tight, and cradled them gently in her palm. They felt so different from his penis, she couldn’t help but explore them.
George’s legs shifted against the bonds. He groaned.
His scent was strong, that of musk and male and sex. Adding that to the combined influences of his size, his heat, his body, and his understanding, and Becky felt swollen with need. She’d had no idea that it would be like this, so personal, so hot and still so tender. She wanted to experience everything and wallow in this opportunity to be with him.
“I love how you smell, George.” She bent low to inhale deeply. His abdomen contracted against her mound, he lifted just a bit, pressing closer. She rubbed her nose against him, brushed him with her cheek.
“Becky,” he warned again.
She stroked the head of his erection with her thumb, and felt him flex in her hand. “I still don’t know how this is going to fit inside me.”
“Oh God.” He trembled, then growled. “That’s it. Turn around, Becky.”
She looked over her shoulder. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to come.” His voice was low with desperation, urgent. “You have to take me now, babe, or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Becky hesitated only a second before scurrying around on him. He wanted her, needed her, and she was more than ready herself. “Let me grab the condom.”
He gave another pained laugh. “Lord help me.”
“It’ll be okay,” she promised.
“Have you ever put a rubber on a guy before?”
“No. But I read the instructions, and I practiced on a banana.”
The bed shook with his startled laugh, and his raging lust. “I think I’ve just been insulted.”
“Not at all. It was a big banana.” Because she’d already gone through about half a dozen condoms from the box during her practice, she ripped the package open like a professional. She was rather proud of herself. “I also bought the large-sized ones, so at least I know the condom ought to fit.”
“You’ll fit me too, sweetheart. I promise.”
“I need a light so I can see you. Just a sec.” She’d thought that out, too, and flipped on a very dim night light. “Can you see?”
He sighed. “Not a damn thing, but I imagine you’re getting an eyeful.”
Becky stared at his naked body, spread-eagle and bound. There were thick shadows, but they only enhanced the clench of muscles, the length of bones, the texture of hair.
The throbbing of his cock.
“Oh yes.” She laid the condom on his thigh and began running her hands all over him, absorbing him, relishing him. “George, you are so incredible.”
“Becky.” Her name emerged as a raw groan. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Could I…kiss you?”
He held his breath. “Where?”
“Here.” Becky gently pressed her mouth to his erection. He strained against her and for a startling moment, she thought he might break free. Better not to try that again.
She moved over his thighs, held him steady, and rolled on the condom. “Does that feel right?”
“Fine. Great. Now ride me. Right now.”
Ride him? The things he said were guaranteed to make her melt. Shoving her skirt out of the way, Becky poised over him. “Tell me if I do this wrong.”
She clasped his penis in one hand, braced herself with the other, and lowered onto him. The broad head nudged against her and she gasped. George trembled, every muscle in his body stark and delineated. “More.”
Becky bit her lip and forced herself to settle down onto him. He was barely inside her, and already he felt much too big.
“I don’t know about this, George.”
His arms were pulled tight against the bonds, his body slightly arched. “You need to…” He swallowed hard. “You need to get yourself wetter. Move the head of my dick around, yeah, like that. Oh God…”
Becky closed her eyes, liking how that felt.
His teeth clenched. “Now try again, babe.”
She did, and this time the head pushed inside her. Becky froze at the discomfort of it. Her muscles clamped down on him, squeezing.
George moaned, “Ah, damn…Becky.”
She stared at his face, felt him jerk, shiver, and then she knew he was coming. His body bowed hard, lifting her, inadvertently driving him deeper. Becky flattened her hands on his chest and braced herself. He went deeper still, not all the way, but it was too much. It hurt.
One of the cuffs gave way and he grabbed the back of her neck, brought her head down to him and ground his mouth against hers. Becky was too astonished by it all to consider the ramifications of his freed arm.
He kissed her and held her and groaned, and then he was finally motionless, still inside her, his hand still tangled in her hair, his chest rising and falling like a bellows. A little in awe of his fierce reaction, Becky rested her face on his shoulder. He tasted a bit salty against her lips, and he smelled divine. She could have spent the night like that, and probably would have if she hadn’t felt him stiffen.
“George?” She started to move.
His arm tightened across her, keeping her close, and then he jerked his other hand free.
With a yelp, Becky realized exactly what was happening and tried to escape, but it was too late. Using only one arm, his strength far greater than she’d suspected, he kept her gently locked to him while he jerked the blindfold away. He looked…well, she wasn’t sure. There was determination in spades, but also a lingering of lust.
And what looked like tenderness. Maybe even regret.
Refusing to become fanciful, she shook her head to clear it. “George?”
He kissed her lightly on the mouth. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“For what?” Did he mean to apologize for losing control? She kind of liked it that he had.
Incredibly, his gaze darkened even more. “For this.” In the next instant, Becky found herself on her back. George twisted awkwardly over her, considering his feet were still fastened, but it took him mere seconds to strap the handcuffs around her own wrists, and because she was small boned, they overlapped, holding her tight and secure.
“George, no!” A very real panic set in and Becky struggled wildly.
“Shhh. Easy, sweetheart.” He bent and removed his ankle cuffs, only to catch each of her flailing legs in turn. With a smile in his tone, he said, “Ankle socks. I think I’ll leave them on. They look sexy.” She kic
ked and fought but again, he was too strong for her. With seemingly no real effort, he wrapped the restraint around each ankle and Becky found herself spread out, wide open. Vulnerable.
Her skirt covered her, but for how long?
Her heart thundered in her ears and her vision blurred. “No.”
“Turnabout is fair play, babe.” He tickled his fingers over the arch of her foot. “I think I have an affinity for this. ’Course, thinking about doing this to you for so long already had me in a lather.”
A sob rose in her throat.
George lowered himself over her and held her face. “Becky, shhh, don’t cry, honey. Becky, listen to me.”
She didn’t want to listen. She wanted to escape, to run away. “Please, George, please don’t do this.”
He looked very solemn, very resolved, as he kissed her mouth. “Do what? What you did to me?”
“George…”
“Right now, all we’re going to do is talk.”
Becky tried to calm herself, tried to think of how to reason with him. “And then?”
“And then I’m going to do everything to you I’ve been thinking about for two long years.”
“No.”
“Oh yeah. Everything. And, Becky, I can promise you’re going to love it.”
Chapter Five
He could almost see the thoughts scrambling through her mind. She was afraid, mad, embarrassed…It was the fear that ate at him.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she said, “You told me I didn’t have to be afraid of you.”
George stared at the tears glistening in her beautiful blue eyes and felt his heart breaking. Damn, somehow his good old-fashioned, straightforward lust had morphed into something much more complicated. “That’s right.”
Her lips quivered, her chin quivered. “But you’re scaring me now.”
“Why?” He rubbed the soft skin beneath her chin, hoping to soothe her. A riot of feelings bombarded him. She was all but naked and tied open beneath him, so lust was there, demanding attention. He hadn’t realized quite how much he’d like the bondage stuff, but he had to admit it was an enormous turn-on.
Those deeper emotions were there, too, making him soft in the head, turning his muscles to soup. And the damn tenderness, choking him, making his own eyes damp—he wanted to cradle her close and tell her everything would be okay. But he didn’t even know what the problem was yet.
“I won’t hurt you, Becky.”
She turned her head away until her nose was pressed deep into the lace-edged pillow. George smoothed her hair. He loved her hair.
Shit, he loved her.
No woman had ever plagued him the way she did. No woman had ever turned him on, turned him inside out, and made him generally nuts the way she did.
And right now, she was afraid of him.
To ease the way, he stalled for time. “I’m sorry to subject you to this, but now comes the ickier part.”
Her brows drew together and she glanced his way. “Ickier part?”
“Disposing of the condom.” He sat up beside her on the bed. He made such an indent in the mattress, her hips rolled toward him. George grinned, grabbed several tissues from the nightstand and peeled the condom off.
Becky watched in fascination. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Really?” At least she wasn’t crying now. She was such an inquisitive little ex-virgin. “And you had this all planned so well.”
She snorted. “Obviously not well enough.” A hard tug on the restraints proved her point.
George dropped the condom into the bedside waste can. “You have more rubbers on hand?”
She sniffed, sounding very put out but also curious as to what he intended to do. She bobbed her head. “I bought a whole box. They’re in the drawer.”
“I like a woman who thinks positive.” George retrieved a few more of the little silver packets—and noticed the wooden ruler in the drawer. “Ah, what’s this?”
“What?”
George lifted it out, pleased that she had started to relax enough to converse. He waved it under her nose. “Planned to do your own calculations, did you?”
“Yes.” She glared at him and her face was hot. “Before you ruined everything.”
George dropped the ruler and rubbers on the top of the nightstand. He turned and rested his hand on her belly. “Ruined things how, babe?”
For long moments, she simply stared at him, utter defeat clouding her gaze.
“Come on, Becky,” he encouraged, knowing he couldn’t pull back now. “Explain it to me. Maybe things’ll turn out way different than you expect.”
“I don’t want you—any man—to see me.”
That totally took George off guard. He wasn’t at all sure what he’d been expecting, but modesty over her body? It didn’t make sense. He glanced at her sprawled form, which looked beyond delectable even in the dark shadows. Thank God for the night light or he wouldn’t have been able to see her at all.
Her long skirt was twisted around her legs, her ankle socks were bunched, but the rest of her…well, she was naked.
She was his.
“Why the hell not?” Her pale breasts and belly showed up just fine. “You’re beautiful.”
“No.” She shook her head, mussing her hair once more. For a woman who starched her pillowcases, she sure had a problem keeping her hair in order. “I don’t…don’t look how you probably think I look.”
“Is that right?” George cupped her breasts. Even now, when she was frantic to get away from him, her nipples stiffened under his touch and her heartbeat lurched.
“Let’s see,” he murmured, while playing with her pretty breasts. “These are real, not enhanced. A gift from Mother Nature, and they look even better than I’d imagined.”
“George! I didn’t mean that.”
He slid his hand to her waist—and felt her stiffen. “No girdle,” he said, watching her closely. “You’re not bone skinny, but your curves are all perfect.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
George moved his palm lower, over her hip and then under her to cup one round cheek through the corduroy of her skirt. “There sure as hell isn’t anything fake about this great ass. So that leaves, what? Your belly button? Do you have two? An outie, maybe? Hell, Becky, I like outies. No? That’s not it?”
“No.”
He’d never heard so much misery in one word. George stroked her right thigh through the skirt—and heard her catch her breath against a cry. He knew he hadn’t hurt her, so that had to mean her embarrassment was over her legs. But why? She did always wear long skirts, and even now, when they were in bed together, she had her legs covered. He frowned in suspicion.
Whatever bothered her, it wasn’t going to be easy to convince her that he didn’t give a damn.
He decided it was best to bypass that topic for now, and instead reached beneath her skirt and between her legs.
She went rigid, but for different reasons.
“You’re awfully tight,” George admitted, and pushed his middle finger into her.
She squirmed, gasped. Moaned softly.
“I like that, Becky. I really do. You squeezed me and I lost it.” With gentle care, he pressed in and out, rasping against already sensitized, swollen tissues. She was so wet, still excited. He kissed her open mouth. “You were a virgin, weren’t you?”
She groaned.
“I like that too, babe, though how the hell you kept your virginity for so long amazes me. A woman as sexy and sweet and beautiful as you is just made to be fucked.”
She made a small sound of dazed excitement. George smiled. Becky liked it when he talked dirty to her. He’d noticed that early on, and right now, he wanted her insensate with lust. He wanted her to forget whatever inhibitions remained, whatever troubled her, scared her. He wanted her to trust him.
He wanted her love.
Looking at her with new insight, he asked, “Does this feel good, Becky?”
“Yes.” That si
ngle word shivered almost as much as Becky did.
She was so precious, so hungry for physical contact and yet such a sweet innocent. The contradictions drove him wild, and made it impossible not to love her. “If I’m going to squeeze back into you again—and you can be damn sure that I am—we need to prepare you a little more. Let’s try two fingers, okay?”
Her head tipped back, exposing her pale throat where her pulse raced. “Yes. Okay.”
He smiled at her immediate, husky reply. She held her breath as he began working the second finger into her, not roughly, but with insistence. “Take deep breaths, that’s it. A little more.” Her feminine muscles squeezed his fingers as he pushed forward until he had them completely inside her. “I told you I’d fit.”
Her eyes closed. “But you didn’t.”
“Only because you didn’t let me get you ready. Remember me telling you that women need to be touched?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Especially here.” He found her clitoris with his thumb and pressed.
“Ohmigod.”
“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” He watched her, loving the way her face, her chest and breasts pinkened. Satisfaction flowed through him as she began to tense. “Next time I slide deep into you, you’ll be so wet and ready, you’ll be begging me to hurry.”
She opened one eye to stare at him in doubt. George grinned and kissed her again. “Now, I’m going to scoot down just a little bit—no, don’t get all antsy on me. I only want to get to your breasts. You have very soft, heavy breasts. They turn me on, and I especially love how your nipples taste.”
“Oh.” She arched, offering herself to him.
George tested her self-control by kissing just below a nipple, around it, touching with his tongue.
“George?”
“Hmmm?”
“Will you…um…”
“What?”
“Suck on me again?”
He’d already come not more than five minutes ago, and with just a small request, she had him painfully hard once more. “Yeah. You can bet I will.” He went back to teasing her.
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