Voluptuous

by Natasha Moore

  Finally he gathered her up into his arms and kissed her soundly. She hissed a little before she sat down on his lap and straddled his hips. Her sweet pussy rode his cock through his pants. He’d have to get them off soon. He wanted to feel her, flesh to flesh.

  Meredith wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, drinking her in. As they kissed, Sam reached behind her and unhooked her bra. When he reluctantly broke off the kiss, Meredith leaned back slightly on his lap. He hooked each bra strap with his index fingers and lifted them off her shoulders. She didn’t resist as he got rid of the last of her defenses. He discarded the pretty piece of lace, tossing it in the direction of her underwear.

  She crossed her arms in front of her. He imagined it was second nature to her. An instinct to cover what she thought wasn’t perfect.

  “Hands behind your back again.” He wanted them out of the way. For him. And for her.

  “Sam…”

  He ran his hands down her smooth arms until he reached her wrists. “Just for a minute. Let me look at you. Then we’ll head for the bedroom.” She let him draw her arms away and behind her.

  As soon as he released her arms, his hands were on her breasts. He couldn’t stop himself. It was what he’d been looking forward to since the moment he saw her sitting alone on that barstool. From the moment he saw her luscious flesh revealed in that amazing dress. Finally they were all his.

  He cupped the firm globes in his palms, testing their weight, lifting them for his inspection. The skin was as pale as the rest of her, smooth and creamy. Her nipples were long and wide, a dusky pink, a little darker than the surrounding areolas. Sam leaned forward and flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other. Meredith’s breath caught.

  “Are they sensitive?” Sam asked. His old girlfriend hadn’t enjoyed her breasts being played with and while that wasn’t the reason they’d eventually broken up, he’d always been disappointed with that one part of their sex life.

  Meredith nodded, her eyes wide. “Very.”

  “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” He licked each one again, just a taste, just a tease. He would give them his full attention when he had Meredith tied to his bed. He couldn’t resist brushing his thumbs over the nipples, though, rolling them lightly and gauging Meredith’s reaction as he gave more pressure. “Do you like that?”

  Her throaty moan made him smile. The nod made him laugh. Then Sam dropped his face to her cleavage and let her soft flesh surround him. He breathed in her scent and sighed with pure pleasure. He nuzzled her breasts, running his lips over the surface.

  He didn’t even mind when Meredith brought her arms from behind her back and clasped his head with her hands. Her fingers moved gently over his scalp, her body swayed on his lap. After indulging his fantasy for a moment more, he lifted his head and met Meredith’s steady gaze. He dropped a kiss to her lips and then helped her to her feet.

  “To the bedroom, sweetheart.”

  Meredith followed Sam through the door on the other side of the living room. She was so horny she could barely walk. She’d heard spanking could be erotic but she’d never really believed it. Spanking hurt, so how could it feel good? But within moments of Sam putting his hand on her, she’d been wriggling with arousal. Each slap had sent tingles of desire straight to her pussy. And then when he played with her nipples, it happened again.

  Most guys didn’t give this much time to foreplay, at least not in her experience. Even Larry, the guy who’d tied her to the bed, had just fucked her and been done with it. Maybe she had been looking at the wrong guys. Maybe all these years she’d been settling, not believing a great guy like Sam would want a big girl like her.

  “I want to tie you to the bed,” he said as soon as he closed the door behind them. “Is that all right with you?”

  More tingles spread through her body, stimulating her nipples and her pussy. As soon as she’d mentioned earlier about being tied to her bed, she knew she’d done it to find out how he’d react. She’d done it because she’d wanted him to tie her up. She nodded. “I trust you.”

  Sam’s bedroom wasn’t large but it was big enough for a king-sized bed. There weren’t tall posts to tie ropes to but the headboard and footboard had big, round finials at each end. He patted the mattress. “Up.”

  She climbed onto the deep-blue comforter. He didn’t have a bunch of coordinating pillows at the top of the bed, just two large ones covered in the same dark-blue fabric. There were plenty of lights shining in this room and she almost asked him to turn them off. Turn them down. But she knew the response she’d get from him, so she didn’t bother. Besides, he’d seen everything there was to see now, so she told herself it was time to get over it.

  Meredith sat on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging over the side, and watched Sam rummage around in his closet. A minute or two later he backed out with some coils of white rope in his hands. Her sex tingled and her heart picked up the pace.

  “I haven’t had a chance to use this rope in a long time,” he told her. “It was buried pretty deep.”

  “Oh.” That must mean his last girlfriend hadn’t liked bondage. Meredith wasn’t sure what the flare of satisfaction she felt meant but she knew she shouldn’t like it. She didn’t want this to be important. Just because they both liked to play with bondage didn’t mean anything past tonight.

  She watched him test all four lengths of rope, making sure they were smooth, making sure they would still hold. When he finally turned to her with a slow smile, those tingles attacked again.

  “Lie back.”

  A panicky memory of struggling when Larry walked out the door chose that moment to interrupt her perfectly wonderful evening. “Okay.” Her voice was shaky, dammit.

  “Wait. Are you nervous?”

  “A little.” She scooted into the center of the mattress and dropped onto her back. “I’ll be okay. I trust you. I just had a stupid flashback.”

  He set the rope down on the end of the bed and took her hand. “We don’t have to do this tonight. We can do it another time, when we’re more comfortable with each other.”

  “No.” She knew it was likely there wouldn’t be another time. “I’m okay. Really.”

  Sam studied her for a moment. “Okay. But I’m going to leave one of your hands free.”

  “What? No.” What was the point if she could get free?

  “That way you’ll know you could get away if you had to.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I don’t know if I want you to do that.”

  The stern look he gave her let her know it was useless to argue. “Trust me, sweetheart.”

  He started with her legs, wrapping the soft rope around her ankle and then anchoring it around the finial. She was impressed he took the time to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight and that it wasn’t going to rub her wrong. After he bound her other ankle, leaving her widespread and open for him, he came up to the head of the bed. He took her hand, kissed her palm. “Thank you for trusting me.”

  The kiss was soft. The dark glint of arousal in his eyes was anything but. She licked her lips and nodded but couldn’t get any words out. None were needed.

  Sam gently wound the rope around her wrist and pulled her arm out to tie it to the headboard. After rounding the bed to the other side, he tied the last length of rope to the headboard, then lifted her free hand. He dropped another kiss to that palm and then loosely wrapped the end of the rope a couple of times around her wrist.

  “Hold on to this,” he said and placed the end of the rope into her hand.

  Meredith grabbed onto it. When she tugged, that arm felt as bound as her other limbs but it touched something deep inside her to know that he’d wanted to give her the peace of mind of knowing she could escape if something happened to him. She never thought for one moment he would abandon her.

  Sam was a good man. A man she could imagine a future with. How had she let this happen? She didn’t want to lower her defenses this muc
h. When any of the other men she’d dated, the other men she’d had sex with, left her she’d been hurt. Or angry. Or both. But never had she been left devastated.

  And Meredith would be totally devastated when Sam walked away.

  But right now he was looking down at her as if she was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen. So she was going to let herself enjoy being with this good man. This totally hot man who obviously wanted to be with her. He would probably come to his senses eventually but at this moment, bound to his bed and at his mercy, she would force eventualities out of her mind.

  Then with one touch, everything but Sam flew out of her mind.

  “Where to start,” Sam murmured as he drew one long finger down her face, along her throat and over her chest to brush over a nipple. “So sweet. So soft.” He leaned over the mattress and took her nipple into his mouth.

  She arched her back as he sucked deeply, sending shivers of desire running through her body once again. He wrapped his hands around her breast, kneading the flesh as he continued to play with her nipple, sucking, licking, scraping it with his teeth. Meredith cried out as wave after wave of incredible sensations flowed directly to her pussy. She began to throb, to ache for stimulation there but with her legs spread wide, she had no way to relieve the need.

  “Sam!”

  He raised his head and smiled. “Did I ever tell you I’m a breast man?”

  “Really? I’d have never guessed.”

  “You’re going to have to bear with me.” As he spoke, he caressed her breast gently, almost reverently. “I’m going to be taking my time tonight.”

  She groaned.

  He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching the already sensitive tissue almost to the point of pain. “Don’t you like this? Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “Yes. Yes, of course it does. I just want more.” She raised her hips as much as she could.

  Sam placed his hand over her mound, holding her down, placing pressure on her clit but not moving at all. “I know, sweetheart. I ache too. But I’m not rushing this.” He pressed down a little harder, giving her a little more stimulation but nowhere near enough. “You’ll thank me later.”

  “I’ll thank you right now if you could just move your hand a little more.”

  He chuckled and lifted his hand from her body. “Not yet.”

  “Why not?” Was she actually whining? She dropped her head back down onto the bed and tugged at the ropes, just to vent her frustration. Sam laughed again.

  “Equal time,” he said. He rounded the bed and sat down on the other side of her. He began to lavish her other breast with the same attention he’d given the first. Her body heated up fast. Her blood pulsed heavily through her veins. Her pussy throbbed in the same rhythm. She couldn’t take much more.

  “Sam. Please.”

  He lifted his head. “What, sweetheart?”

  “Can I come? Just once? I’m dying here.”

  “Soon.” He took her nipple back into his mouth, suckling hungrily. She closed her eyes, savoring the renewed sensations even as she ached for release. If it wasn’t going to happen for a while, maybe she should try to focus on this moment. On these incredible sensations.

  He was making love to her breast and she realized if she let go of her desire to rush to the finish line, she could enjoy the moment. Could enjoy Sam’s mouth on her, hands on her. Could build up memories of their night together. In case he did what every other man had done and decided one night with her was enough.

  She groaned again. “Do you know you still have your pants on? That’s so not fair. Could you at least give my eyes a little more stimulation?”

  A smile slowly spread across his face. “I suppose I can do that.” Sam stepped away from the bed to give her a good view. He kicked off his shoes, then unbuckled his belt and stripped it from the loops. He eyed the worn leather. “As long as you behave yourself, I won’t need this tonight.”

  He’d spank her with his belt? Meredith knew she should be outraged but her pussy tingled at the possibility. Sam tossed the belt away and unfastened his trousers. She licked her lips as she waited for her first look at the cock she’d rubbed up against several times already.

  As he slowly lowered the zipper, she saw his long, thick erection pressing against his white briefs. Her eyes were fixed on his groin as he lowered his trousers and stepped out of them. He pulled his socks off and then stood there in only his underwear, wrapped around him as if he were a gift she couldn’t wait to open.

  Bondage was hot. Something about not being able to move made the sensations even stronger, more exciting. But right now, not being able to use her hands was not exciting at all. It was frustrating.

  She wanted her hands on him. She wanted to tear those briefs from his body and hold him in her hand. She wanted to feel his flesh in her hands, wanted to stroke him long and hard. Meredith knew she could drop the rope she gripped with one hand, but she wouldn’t do that. As far as she was concerned, she was completely bound to Sam’s bed.

  “Making me wait?” she finally said.

  He brushed her hair back from her face. “Haven’t you learned yet the benefit of patience?”

  “Never had a whole lot of patience.”

  “You’ll learn.”

  She licked her lips. “I’d rather dive right in.”

  He crossed his arms. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

  She froze. “Problem?”

  “You haven’t waited for the right guy, Meredith. All those one-night stands tell me that you take the first guy to give you some attention instead of stepping back and thinking about it first.”

  When there weren’t all that many guys who gave her any attention at all, she took what she could get. She didn’t say that to Sam, but the excuse was loud in her mind. “Sometimes a bad date is better than none at all.”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Sam slipped his briefs off but instead of giving her time to appreciate him, he came up to the side of the bed and leaned in for soft kiss. “The good ones are worth waiting for.”

  Her eyes prickled. She’d been waiting for someone like him her whole life.

  Sam watched as Meredith writhed on his bed, her need apparent in every sinuous wriggle. He’d never seen anything so hot in his entire life. He could feast on her for hours but his kinky girl needed some relief and he was looking forward to taking care of that for her.

  He climbed up on the bed and knelt between her legs. His view there was incredible. Her golden hair spread out over his pillows. Her arms stretched out above her head. Her breasts jiggled with her movements, her nipples red and swollen from his attention. Her lush hips would give him something to hold on to when he plunged into her later on. Her long legs were spread wide and gave him an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. The slick flesh was puffy and pink, her swollen clit peeking out from under its hood.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured. “I have to put my mouth on you.”

  She squirmed. “Yes!”

  Sam dropped to his elbows and splayed his hands on either side of her pussy. He spread the lips with his thumbs and paused a moment to gaze upon her. His mouth watered but he wasn’t about to start rushing now. Meredith squirmed a little more, her legs tugging at the ropes, but that just made him wait a little longer. He feared she would never learn patience.

  And that was all right because he could watch her wriggle all night long.

  Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer and dove in. She was so wet his face was immediately covered in her juices. He started with long licks, covering every part of her pretty pussy. She tasted so sweet. When he nibbled on her tender lips, she moaned and wriggled some more. He thrust a couple fingers into her core and kept nibbling.

  His cock throbbed insistently and he didn’t know how long he could hold off his own orgasm. He’d make sure Meredith was taken care of first. He explored her channel with his fingers, looking for that sensitive spot within. When her body quivered, he knew he’d found it. He began to
stroke that spot at the same time he sucked on her clit.

  She screamed as the orgasm hit her and bucked beneath him as she rode it out. He kept stroking, kept sucking as she kept moving. She cried out his name and struggled against the ropes. Sam gradually slowed the stroking, stopped the sucking. Gradually let her down from her climax.

  Once she settled back into the mattress, she raised her head and looked at him, slightly glassy-eyed but with a big smile. He knew his face was wet. He got off the bed, grabbed his underwear off the floor and dried off his face. He smiled down at her. “Better?”

  She nodded. Sam stared at her magnificent breasts and his cock jerked against his stomach.

  “How kinky are you, sweetheart?”

  Her eyes widened. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Did any of those one-night stands ever fuck your breasts?”

  Chapter Four

  The intense desire on Sam’s face made Meredith tremble. His obvious eagerness was infectious. Her breasts tingled and her nipples prickled.

  “Not really,” she told him. “A couple guys rubbed their cocks on them a little but never anything more than that.”

  “I would love to fuck your beautiful breasts. Is that okay with you?”

  She would let him do anything he wanted to do to her and that realization made her more than a little nervous. She was falling too hard, too fast for this guy. Still, he’d given her everything she’d wanted tonight. She wasn’t about to deny him anything. “Sure.”

  He opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out a small brown bottle. “This oil will make it a lot more enjoyable. For both of us.” He set the bottle onto the bed. “First, let’s get these off.”

  He quickly untied her wrist and ankles, left the other ends of the ropes still tied to the bed. He inspected her skin to make sure nothing was red or rubbed raw. Her heart clenched as he kissed each ankle, each wrist. “Sweet Meredith,” he whispered.