TooHottoTouch

by Samantha Cayto

  God, he loved her. Even though she stood there with her hands behind her back as he had ordered and waited for him to make the next move, she was still the one in control. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He was enthralled by her and if he spent the rest of his life making her happy, it would be enough. Unable to keep his hands off her any longer, he cupped the backs of her legs and leaned into her body. He licked a trail with his tongue up one leg and over to her slit. He lapped at the outside folds for a few seconds before sliding inside them.

  She bucked as soon as his lips hit her clit. He dug his fingers in to keep her steady while he sucked and laved. A steady stream of moans and mewls sounded above him. The tremble of her legs increased. He tightened his grip to keep her from tumbling over, bringing her passion up higher and higher, working his tongue in the most inventive ways he could, varying speed and technique. When her body shook and shimmied in earnest, he latched his lips on to her clit and sucked.

  She screamed her release and broke her stance by grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He ignored the sting of strands being yanked and held on for the ride. He never let go of her steamy flesh until her body slowed down and slumped in his embrace. He rose with care and scooped her up in his arms, brought her over to the bed and laid her down. Damp from his mouth and her own perspiration, she stayed where he put her and breathed heavily. Her eyes were closed and a small grin graced her lips. They parted and a soft sigh passed through them.

  The scarves still hung around his neck. Yanking them off, he dragged them up her body in a gentle caress. She shivered but otherwise remained passive. He clasped one wrist and pulled it up beside her head. He tied her wrist to the headboard with one of the scarves. He made sure the knot was tight enough to keep her in place, yet not tight enough to mar her lovely skin. When he had finished securing her other wrist, he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

  “Okay?”

  With her eyes still closed, she grinned. “Yes sir.”

  He moaned. “You’re killing me here.” She was, too. His cock ached to be free and embedded in her. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and jeans. Knowing where she kept her stash of condoms, he palmed one and knelt on the bed.

  Her body was open to him, vulnerable, completely within his control. A tremor ran through him as he appreciated the enormous trust she had placed in him by giving herself over to him. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, with her, his mind raced with the possibilities. He fought to keep himself in check, to go slowly once more so as not to frighten her. He started where he left off. Straddling her legs, he planted his face between them and licked her wet folds until she writhed beneath him. He didn’t linger long enough to make her come again, however. Instead he lapped his way up her body, stopping to feast on each of her breasts for long minutes.

  He swallowed her mounting moans with a deep kiss. When he broke away, her lips stayed parted and thoughts of what he wanted to do next filled his head. He worried, though, it would scare her. That possibility terrified him. He needed to deserve her trust, so he asked.

  “Zoë, are you still okay?” She smiled and moaned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He licked his lips and continued. “I want to do something, a fantasy of mine. But I don’t want to frighten you.”

  She opened her eyes to mere slits. Still, he could see the love in them. “I could never be afraid of you, Sean. You can do whatever you want, because I’m yours.”

  Tied but far from helpless, Zoë stared up at the man who controlled her. It wasn’t merely the scarves he’d wrapped around her wrists or even his powerful body that pinned her to the bed. No, his command lay in the way he worked to bring her pleasure, to cause her to fly apart. Even now when he barely touched her, she quivered with need and anticipation. She meant what she said too. No matter what he did next, it was fine by her.

  He watched her intently as if to gauge her sincerity and determination, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His cock bobbed between them, hard, red, glistening with pre-cum. His desire for her could not be in doubt with such strong proof waving by her face. She licked her lips as she watched it sway. A long groan escaped Sean’s lips. She wanted to lift her head and reach for the treat, but remembered the game they played meant he was in command. No thinking or planning or responsibility for her, and that was why this submission appealed to her so much. It was wonderful to leave the decisions up to someone else for a change. Closing her eyes, she waited.

  Within seconds, he upped the play. Blunt, warm, wet flesh rubbed against her lips. Instinctively she opened up and his cock slipped inside her mouth. She covered her teeth and slid her tongue along the hard length. Only the head filled her mouth, so she tickled its sensitive underside and sucked. Hands clasped the sides of her face and thumbs traced a slow pattern across her cheeks. She hummed in appreciation, and he rewarded her effort with a loud grunt. More cock slid inside, down her tongue and toward the back of her throat. Fingers dug into her scalp.

  She sucked and licked vigorously, wondering how much cock he would try to get into her and hoping she could handle it. As if reading her mind, he pushed a little more. The cock head hit the back of her throat and she gagged a bit. He immediately pulled back and she cried out around the flesh in her mouth in frustration. She wanted to do this for him and for her. The combination of being held down and face-fucked made her juices flow even more. She bucked her hips up to show how turned-on she was. After a few seconds, he pressed forward again. This time she didn’t gag. Instead she took deep breaths through her nose and swallowed hard.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  The exclamation made her smile. She wanted to give as much as she had received and she succeeded. He pulled back a little, but only to fuck her mouth in short, shallow thrusts. His harsh breath tickled her face as his rhythm sped up. She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, determined to keep up. Just as she thought he would come this way, he yanked himself free and released his hold on her head.

  “No!” she wailed.

  “Sorry, baby,” he said in strangled voice. “I have to fuck you hard.”

  The bed dipped as he maneuvered off her. The familiar sound of a condom wrapper met her ears. Then he grabbed her legs and bent them back and up so that her knees almost reached her ears.

  “Christ, you’re limber. I wish you could see what I can. Your beautiful pussy is wide open for me and it’s so wet, I know it’s waiting for me.”

  She pulled against her restraint with the desire to grab her legs. She wanted to hold them up tighter to her torso, to open herself up as much as she could to this man she loved.

  “I’ve got you, baby. I’m doing all the work.” He pushed on her legs even more and then slammed his cock into her.

  She cried out as the thick rod filled her cunt with a single thrust. He stilled for only a second or two before setting a rhythm hard and fast. His body slammed into her as his cock pistoned into her with fluid motion. His control over her overwhelmed her senses. With her eyes closed and her arms restrained, she concentrated on the push and pull of his engorged cock within her aroused tissues. With each thrust home, he pressed against her aching clit, pushing up her arousal. She panted with the effort to absorb his needful assault.

  When the climax hit her, she threw her head back and shouted his name. His cries joined hers seconds later. His thrusting stopped and he collapsed on top of her. She heaved a sigh and wrapped her legs around his ass to keep him tightly in place. The weight of his body coupled with the arm restraints made her feel secure and loved. She mewled in distress when he tried to lift off her.

  “I’m crushing you, babe,” he murmured beside her ear.

  “Don’t care.”

  He chuckled and pushed up again, harder. “Let go, that’s an order.” His strength won out and she huffed in disappointment. A playful slap against her thigh didn’t change her mind either, although it did send a last gasp of pleasure to her clit. He got off the bed but returned shortly and re
leased her from her bondage. His strong fingers worked her strained muscles as he lowered her arms to her sides. Crawling in beside her, he covered them both and cradled her in his arms.

  She finally looked at him when he sighed and said, “That was awesome. Thanks.”

  Nose-to-nose, they stared into each other’s eyes. “You like tying me up, ordering me around,” she observed.

  “In bed, yeah, and you like me doing it too.”

  She shrugged and grinned. “In bed.” She reached up to stroke his cheek. “You make me feel safe. You’re so strong, but you know how to control your strength. I trust you to take care of me.”

  Taking her hand in his, he kissed the inside of her wrist. “Okay, I believe you. And I will take care of you, always, if you let me.”

  In way of an answer, she kissed him. It started as a quick peck and soon morphed into a slow, deep mating of their tongues. When they broke apart, they were both panting. “When I’m with you, it’s like I’m twenty. If we don’t stop, I’m going to want you to tie me up again.”

  He chuckled. “When I’m with you, it’s like I’m sixteen again. I’m half-hard already. We better get some sleep and save our strength. I’ve got some other ideas about what to do with those scarves.”

  A shudder of desire ran through her body. “I think you’re right.”

  Sean reached over to turn off the light and settled back down with her. After a few seconds, he said, “Will you teach me Greek?”

  She was surprised and delighted by the request. “Neh.”

  “Um, does that mean no?”

  She smiled in the dark. “It means ‘yes’ even though it sounds negative in English. And to make it more confusing, ‘no’ is ‘oxi’ which kind of sounds like ‘okay’.”

  “Hmm, got it. But for my first lesson, I’d like to know one thing in particular.”

  “What?”

  “How do I say ‘I love you’?”

  She couldn’t get the words out right away. They stuck in her throat as she fought to keep the tears from coming. Such a simple sentiment and one already stated, yet hearing him say it in the language of her heart would mean so much more.

  “S’agapo,” she whispered.

  Strong arms pulled her in close enough to trap her breath. “S’agapo.”

  About Samantha Cayto

  Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

  She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.

  She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the New England Chapter and credits RWA, NEC and the wonderful friends she’s made there with helping her become a published author.

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  Too Hot to Touch

  ISBN 9781419945311

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  Edited by Jillian Bell

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  Electronic book publication May 2013

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  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About Samantha Cayto