by Tara Nina
With one boot off, he turned to the other. He applied the same gentle attention to removing her boot. He didn’t hesitate to kiss the arch of her other foot and taste her silk-covered flesh with his tongue, before placing that foot in his lap as well, nestled against his semi-hard cock. Temair wiggled her toes and his cock responded. She knew it wouldn’t take much to have him hard and ready to fuck. But she had plans and didn’t intend to alter her strategy.
Temair withdrew her feet from his lap and stood. His leg loving had her wet, but she wasn’t ready to fuck him yet. She cupped his face and stared at him. Smoldering heat simmered in his darkened gaze, which sent a thrill directly to her pussy.
“Evan, get on the bed and lie on your back.”
She released him, turned and walked to the dresser. In the mirror she watched him follow her command, with one exception. He took a moment to turn down the covers and pile the pillows for his comfort. She smiled. He’d have to pay for that indiscretion. Evan’s bag of goodies sat on top of the dresser instead of under the bed. She opened it and retrieved several things she needed. In the top drawer, she knew he’d placed every pair of stockings he’d given her over the last few days. He’d washed them, hung them to dry and neatly folded them and stored them for her use at any time. She gathered several pairs. Now was the perfect time.
“Close your eyes, Evan.”
She turned and his eyes were closed. Temair laid her items of choice on the bed beside him, but not touching him. She didn’t want him to guess what she was up to. Carefully, she crawled onto the bed. Picking up one silk stocking, she lazily dragged it down his body from his nipples, which hardened instantly, along his abdomen until she reached his pelvic region. She let the soft material pool around his cock and balls. He inhaled deep and attempted to reach for her hand. A quick swat of his wrist and he withdrew, but opened his eyes.
Shaking her head, Temair teased in a strict, solemn tone, “I can see you are having trouble listening.”
She straddled his waist and guided his hands above his head. Leaning close to face, she held his sexy, hot stare. “Do you trust me?”
“Implicitly,” he replied. His one-word answer made her heart swell. She captured his mouth in a ravishing kiss, while at the same time she gathered another stocking in her hand.
Breathless from their kiss, she stated, “I’m glad to hear that. Now clasp your hands together above your head.”
He didn’t hesitate, which steeled her resolve to continue with this charade of dominatrix, even though her pussy ached with the need to fuck. Temair wrapped the stocking around his wrists then tied him to one of the brass spindles of the headboard. She knew she loved this bed the moment she saw it. It was uniquely different for a hotel room. She kissed his brow then his closed lids then his mouth in a commanding kiss, before she inched her way down his body.
“Spread your legs,” she commanded huskily as she hovered over his cock. She rubbed her wet pussy back and forth along his stiffening rod covered by the silk stocking she’d laid on it earlier. His hissed intake of air made her nipples harder and her pussy wetter. His eyes opened wide and she noted they watched her every move.
Temair shifted onto her knees between his spread legs. Gathering the stocking, she gently wove it around his balls and watched his body tense. His cock lifted to attention as she stroked it from base to tip. “I noticed how you studied the exhibit at the museum today. It seemed to fascinate you.”
She met his gaze and knew he was sexually on edge. Tension riddled his body as she continued caressing his cock with the silk. She tightened the weave of silk around his balls and he gasped. The muscles in his thighs flexed. Pure power oozed through her veins. She had him right where she wanted him. Hot, hard and horny. Carefully she wound the remainder of the silk around the base of his cock and tied it in a bow. Tight, but not too tight. She didn’t want to hurt him.
In the exhibit the man’s cock and balls seemed bound so tight it bordered on extreme pain. Extreme was too much in her opinion, but just the right amount of pain added to their pleasure. She took him fully in her mouth and sucked him hard and roughly. Scraping her teeth up his shaft, nipping the round plump and slightly purple head as she released it. Temair fisted his cock and firmly stroked it. When she sheathed it in a condom then coated it in lube, she knew he guessed her intentions.
“Temair,” he gasped.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” she replied. His mouth closed but his molten-hot gaze followed her every move.
She moved into position, readying his cock for entrance. This was something she thought about from the moment he inserted the butt plug in her ass. Temair worked the head of his cock into her anus and sighed as the tiny orifice stretched to accommodate his size. His cock was larger than the plug. She eased down slowly, inch by inch until he was fully seated in her ass.
Red-hot sparks shot from her ass to her pussy then straight up her core to the tips of her nipples. Damn, this felt great. Slowly she rode him, enjoying the new sensations pinging through her. Evan didn’t move until she gave him the order.
“Fuck my ass, Evan. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He didn’t let her down. The bed shifted as he planted his feet and she was glad she hadn’t tied his ankles. Leaning onto his chest for leverage, she met him pump for pump. Never had she felt so powerful during sex as she had tonight. Tying him down, tormenting his cock and now having her ass fucked, this was pure pleasure.
“Temair, untie me. I need to touch you,” he begged on a harsh voice and she couldn’t resist. She did as he requested.
Within seconds he held her ass as he pounded into her. He sat up, causing his cock to fill her even more. Temair struggled to breathe. When he slipped a hand between them and fingered her clit hard, her soul seemed to burst from the pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her core. She collapsed against him as he laid them back on the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Heavy breathing matched hers and she smiled against his chest. Damn this was good.
Seconds passed into minutes before her insides calmed enough for her to notice he hadn’t come. Temair sat up, easing his cock out of her ass. Her expression must have shown what she was thinking because he answered her before she asked.
“The binding of the balls and cock keep a man from coming.” He touched her face and brushed his thumb along her lower lip.
Temair removed the condom and tossed into the wastebasket beside the bed. His cock looked as if it were in pain even though she hadn’t meant to hurt him. Tenderly she stroked him as she untied the silk. She kissed and licked his balls lovingly until pre-cum pearled on the head. She suckled his cock in deep, releasing him with a kiss to his tip.
She reached for another condom then stopped. Holding his gaze, she crawled up his body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along the way. When their mouths collided, the kiss was the hottest she’d ever experienced. Tongue upon tongue, sharing an intimate battle of lust.
Temair scooted off him and sat on her knees beside him. “Evan, I want to feel you inside me.”
Chapter Eleven
He rolled to his side and lifted onto his elbow. “It’s been years since I’ve had sex without a condom.”
She bit her lower lip then continued softly, “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and before that it was just…” She stopped, took a breath. Her voice shook. “I couldn’t be certain if he’d cheated on me or not. So, I got tested for everything I could think of. I’m clean.” She cupped his cheek and brushed her thumb across his soul patch, which made him smile lopsidedly.
“And there’s no worries about getting me pregnant,” she admitted, flippantly. Even though she tried to hide it, sadness tainted her tone. “I can’t have children. The night I packed to leave him, he shoved me down a flight of stairs. The fall damaged my uterus and caused irreparable scarring.” She attempted to turn her head so he couldn’t see the tear that uncontrollably slid down her cheek.
She’d never admitted th
is to Lisanne and wasn’t exactly sure why she’d told Evan. But she felt that he deserved to know it before taking the next step. Riding bareback came with a significant amount of trust, which scared the shit out of her. But she knew she was ready. Was he?
Instantly Evan was wrapped around her, holding her close and kissing her brow. He rocked her in his arms until the sadness eased.
“Temair,” he whispered against her hair then tilted her face to meet his gaze. “You are a magnificent woman who deserves so much more. Kids are not on my agenda. You are. Making you happy and keeping you that way is what I want.”
“But I’m not the perfect woman. I’m broken.”
Evan’s seductive grin pierced her gloominess. “It’s not a woman’s ability to have children that makes her whole. It’s the woman herself. To me, you are the perfect woman. You are the whole package.” He kissed her lips tenderly then lowered to her neck, whispering as he went, “It’d be my pleasure to make love to you.”
She melted in his arms. His kisses released the tension memories her past created. His hands worked a sensual magic she knew only he possessed. Her breasts were thankful the second he freed them from the bra and worshiped them as if they were gifts from the heavens. She rubbed his shoulders while he suckled from nipple to nipple. Moisture dripped from her folds. He had her so wet. Temair followed his lead and let him guide her into position. Evan sat back on his heels as she maneuvered onto his lap.
No condom separated them. The phenomenal feel of flesh on flesh filled her heart with so much joy she gasped in ecstasy. He pumped into her while massaging her ass and kissing her neck. Temair held on to him and rode him gently at first until the tension wound so tight she couldn’t take it anymore. As she bounced on his cock, her breasts danced to the rhythm against his chest. Her heart pounded and it was all she could do to hold on when the first wave hit. Before she relaxed even the slightest, Evan slapped her ass. The sting zinged through her pussy, exciting her even more.
He fisted her hair, making her meet his wild-eyed gaze. “On your knees, Temair. It’s my turn to ride.”
Uncontrollably she squealed in delight as she scooted off his lap, turned and pounced onto all fours. She spread her legs, reached between her thighs and opened her pussy to him. Across her shoulder, she saw his gaze narrow and his tongue dart along his bottom lip. “Is this how you want me?” she questioned in as innocent a tone as she could muster in her heightened state of arousal.
He moved in for the kill, swiping his tongue from her fingers near her clit, along her soaking slit to her anus. He teased that tender spot for several long seconds until she moaned loudly and started fingering her pussy. Evan pulled her fingers from her pussy and suckled her juices from them.
The bed dipped as he maneuvered in behind her. In one swift push, he was deep inside her, gliding slowly back and forth. He rolled her ass cheeks, massaging them as he fucked her pussy to perfection.
Slap! He smacked her ass. The sting vibrated her to the core, causing moisture to roll across his cock buried within her sheath. She knew she was dripping wet, but each time he popped her bottom, she gushed more. He had her so turned-on, she couldn’t get enough. Gripping the bed sheets, she pounded back into him, over and over.
Evan alternated between smacking her ass and massaging her stinging cheeks. He leaned over her, burying his cock to the hilt. He reached around her, capturing her clit between his fingertips. She lost all control. A Mack truck of an orgasm rolled over her, backed up and ran over her again.
They collapsed in unison on the bed. But Evan was careful to land them on their sides with his cock nestled within her folds, filling her with his essence. She loved the feel of his release coating the inside of her pussy. The instant heat mixed with her own juices made her shiver inwardly. Now this was making love in her book.
Temair snuggled into his arms, keeping his cock locked in her folds. She knew she’d fallen in love with him. She drifted off to sleep, knowing she’d been royally fucked by a sexually inventive man, who made her more than happy, he made her totally satisfied.
* * * * *
The next morning, Temair rolled over and found the bed empty except for a note. She sat upright. For a second she was afraid to pick it up. Had they gone too far last night? Tugging the covers up around her chest, she tried to remember if she’d admitted how she felt. No, she knew she’d never uttered the words, I love you. That was a secret she planned to keep.
Her fingers trembled when she finally found the courage to lift the folded piece of stationery.
Temair,
Meet me at the Good Food Café in Times Square.
I’ll be waiting there for you.
Evan
Her heart raced. Idiot. She slid out of the bed and headed for the shower. Excitement brewed in her gut. What did he have planned? She couldn’t wait to find out. It was probably something special since this was their last day together before he had to return to London. Temair froze with her hand on the hot water knob. Their last day together burned bright behind her eyes. She swallowed hard against the pain that threatened to ruin her mood.
No. She shook herself. This had been the best week of her life. And if this was all she had with Evan, then that would have to be enough. She fought the tears, refusing to cry. He’d awakened a whole new person in her and she wasn’t about to turn back into the pitiful soul she was before he’d fucked her into a better place. A broad smile split her lips at that thought. Yep. He’d fucked her into becoming a different person all together. One who knew what she wanted and went for it.
She sighed heavily. Today she intended to enjoy every moment of Evan as if it were her last. Because truthfully, it probably was. Temair quickly showered, dressed and exited the hotel room. Early on a Saturday, it wasn’t a problem having the doorman flag her a cab.
By the time she reached Times Square, the morning crowd bustled along the streets. It warmed her heart to see Evan sitting at a booth beneath the window inside the Good Food Café. It made finding him easier. He stood when she entered.
Evan wrapped her in a hug and kissed her cheek. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.” The simmering look in his eyes pierced her soul with sexual need.
She grinned up at him. “I did. And you?”
He guided her into the seat across the table from him. “I have no complaints in the sleep department.” He leaned close to her ear as he helped scoot her chair in. “It helps being totally sexually exhausted.”
Temair couldn’t have wiped the broad smile off her face if she wanted to. “I’m glad I could be of assistance.” When he got comfortable in his seat, she asked, “Why were you up and out so early?”
“I had a work-related errand to run.”
The waitress arrived carrying a coffee carafe, filled their cups and took their breakfast orders.
“Anything interesting?” Temair questioned then took a sip of her coffee.
“I think so.” He nodded. “What would you say to signing a contract with Lyndsay Enterprises to design a whole new spring collection?”
Temair nearly choked on her coffee. Her hand shook as she lowered the cup and set it in its saucer. Leaving her gaze on his, she had to know one thing before she answered. “Are you offering me this because of what’s been going on between us this week or because you like my designs?”
From the intense look on his face, she knew he chose his words carefully before speaking. He reached for her hands and held them in his. The tender caress of his thumb to her knuckles soothed her angst, but not completely. She had to know if she earned this contract on merit or sex. “Evan, which is it? By design or by sex?”
“Temair, I’ve wanted to ask you this all week but never could find the right moment. Every time I’m near you, the sight of your sexy legs, your gorgeous body and beautiful smile turn my brain to mush and redirect my every thought on getting you into my bed.” When he paused, he lifted her hands and kissed each delicately.
Instant moisture pooled in her pu
ssy and she wanted nothing more than to crawl across that table and kiss him senseless. But business was business. She willed her libido to back down. Pride in her work took precedence at the moment. He licked his lips nervously.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you in my bed. The fact that you are a genius with gemstones only adds to my desire. Temair, you have a gift that I want my company to represent.” He tugged her toward him and leaned so their faces were as close as possible across the table. “The fact that you know how to satisfy my every sexual urge is not the reason I’m offering you this contract. It’s your professional talents I want to broadcast to the world. Your other talents I intend to keep selfishly to myself.”
Heat rose up her neck to blossom in her cheeks. He leaned his brow to hers and grinned. “I love it when you blush. Even after everything we’ve done with one another, you still have that ounce of modesty that I find so alluring.”
Temair kissed him. When they parted, he asked, “Is that a yes to the contract?”
She sat straight, leaving her hands clasped in his. “I’m not sure I can accept your offer. It might be a conflict of interest with Zuma Watches. I signed a contract with them that incorporates several of my gemstone designs.”
Evan’s smile broadened and those dimples deepened, causing her nipples to pebble at the sight. Damn, she loved his smile, sexy dimples and all. “That shouldn’t be a problem. The reason I had to leave the convention early was my company was in negotiations to buy Zuma Watches. It wasn’t until the day before I left to come visit you that I learned you’d signed with them. So signing with me won’t be an issue. You can do both without a legal hitch.”
Her lips trembled. This was a dream come true. With Lyndsay Enterprises supporting her designs, she would go global. Damn. This was a lot to absorb before she’d had a full cup of coffee.
