I still my hips, despite how good it feels, and allow her to control the depth, every
now and then exerting a little pressure behind her head to keep her trying for deeper.
The hand holding the base of my shaft starts to pump in time to her mouth.
“I bet that sweet little pussy of yours is getting wet with all your hard work.” Thinking
about her touching herself prompts me to move my hips again, eager to increase the
pace and depth of her attentions.
The sensations pouring through me indicate I’ve only got a few minutes before I’m
past the point of no return. I plan to make the most of them. Gripping behind the
vanilla blindfold, I hold her head still. “Don’t move for a moment, baby. Let me see
you play with yourself.”
Pumping forward with my hips a mere inch and then back, I watch the vibrator-sheathed
finger work her clit. The heat and wetness surrounding my shaft feel exquisite, and
I’d love to come when she does, but I’m saving the ending for being deep inside her.
Her fingers twirl faster on her aroused clit as her body twitches. I pull my hips
away, not wanting her to bite down on me when she comes. She tongues the swollen purple
tip in frantic stokes, trying once or twice to shove back down on my length, but my
hold on the back of her head restrains her.
Soon, her sounds of release fill the air—whimpers, groans and low guttural keening
bounce off the walls of her dimly lit bedroom. I shake with my own need, the satisfaction
of seeing her come in such a glorious fashion sends a warm glow through me.
Reaching under her arms, I pull her from her kneeling position. I remove the blindfold
and see tears leaking from her shut lids.
A fist of guilt grips my heart, “Carla? Are you okay, honey? Did I hurt you?”
She snuggles up against my bare chest, my cock still slick from her attentions poking
her stomach. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I just didn’t expect the rush of emotions. My
God, that was intense.”
Running my hands over her tousled hair, I try to soothe her jittery feelings. “I know
what you mean. Losing control so completely is sure to unlock lots of things we’d
rather not examine in the light of day.”
She leans away to glance up at my face, “When do you lose control? It seems like I’ve been the one with all the lessons so far.”
Cupping her cheeks, I kiss her mouth, allowing my need and desire to shine. My voice
comes out rough and low, with my emotions hanging for her to hear, “It’s all about
giving and taking. I give the control to you sometimes, and sometimes you give it
to me. That’s what love and trust is.”
“We walk on the wild side a little bit, together?” She reaches down and strokes my
aching erection.
“Yes.” A sharp intake of breath fills the air between us and my hips lunge of their
own accord, into her firm grasp. “Would you like to try tying me up?”
Her smooth hand grips my cock harder at the mention. “You mean I get to do what I
want to you for a change?” Her eyes hold a glint of mischief in them and I only hope
I can hold back my release long enough for her to enjoy herself.
“Hey, the kit came with vanilla satin ties. I’m game if you are.”
“Oh my God,” she shivers. “I think I’m getting close again just thinking about it.
Climb onto the bed, mister, while I grab the ties.”
Chapter Seventeen
Carla
The sense of power flooding my blood as I knot the cream silk around Andy’s wrist
feels quite heady. I can do what I want, when I want… as long as he doesn’t say no.
“You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” he asks.
A short laugh peals into the bedroom, “Whatever gave you that idea?” The grin stretching
my skin feels feral.
“Maybe the passionate expression, maybe the glint in your eye, maybe the energy vibrating
through you…” he trails off and settles against the pillows propped under his head.
“You look eager.”
I straddle his hips and lean forward to kiss him. “Because I am.” Our mouths lock
for a few minutes and his pulsating cock twitches against my ass. “Want me to blindfold
you?”
“I’d rather watch if you don’t mind. You’re sexy as hell.”
Warmth burns in the pit of my stomach at the hungry look in his eyes. He’s managed
to rile me up damn good and show me more in the last few days than I’ve discovered
in twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine, years of living. I never would have expected
his mild-mannered exterior in business clothes to contain so much raw passion.
Every direction he’s given, every slight show of strength, every upper-handed situation
he’s engineered… a shiver cascades over me when I think of what he’s done to me and
made me do.
“I like you watching me,” I whisper.
“You do, huh?” He nips my bottom lip and tugs it into his mouth for a moment. “And
why is that?’
I reach behind and grab his erection. A sharp intake of breath reveals he’s more turned
on than his casual attitude expresses. “You make me feel beautiful when you do. Like
everything I do turns you on.”
He thrusts his hips, bumping the swollen head of his cock between the cheeks of my
rump. “Everything you do does turn me on.”
Perhaps that’s what’s been lacking in my previous encounters with men. I knew they
wanted to fuck me, but I never knew if they wanted me. To know Andy has seen me at work when I’m cranky, bitchy, stressed out and crazy—and
still wants me—feels exhilarating and potent.
“You feel pretty randy, Andy.”
“God, I’ve been dying to get back inside you.”
“How long do you think you can last?”
“I’m embarrassed to admit it, but not long. You sucking my cock and getting off just
about made me lose it.”
The forceful thrust of his length pumping toward my throat, and his gentle pressure
behind my head flipped my switches more than I anticipated. To be lost in the moment
and trust he’d not push too far and choke me drove me higher than a kite.
“Let’s slow you down and then I’ll build you back up, okay?”
A ripple down his torso tickles the inside of my thighs, “You’re the boss. Whatever
you say.”
I move between his legs to lick and kiss his thighs. Ignoring his stiff prick, I focus
on the hairless tender spots on his inner, upper thighs, rubbed clean of hair from
friction during exercise. A nibble on the soft skin sends a jolt of reaction through
him and emboldens me to try more.
Taking his shaved sack into my mouth, I tease one slinky globe with my tongue and
reach between his clenched butt cheeks. “Relax, Andy. Let me in to play.”
“It feels so good, I can’t help but tense up.”
Kneading his balls in one hand, I encourage him to lift his left leg and bend his
knee, putting one foot flat on the bed. “That’s it, I can reach your tight little
ass now.” A glance up reveals he’s paying attention to my every move. The satin ties
are held taut in his fists and he’s pulling the material tight from the sturdy bed
frame.
The muscles in his arms and chest strain with his effort to remain still. Slipping
one finger in my mouth I get it good and wet,
licking it suggestively as I pull it
out. Andy watches me with a burning intensity and we lock eyes when I reach down to
tickle the tan pucker of his bottom.
Pushing past the ring of muscle, I gradually ease my finger in and curve up to the
walnut sized gland of his prostate. In my other hand, I hold his sensitive sack, tugging
it away from his body as I stroke inside.
His head tosses on the pillow and his body lurches toward the ceiling. “Christ, that’s
good.” Andy’s hips come off the bed, angling a bit to drive my finger deeper.
“You like this, don’t you?” I say while slipping a second wet digit in.
His breath spills out in a ragged whoosh of air. “Of course. How in the hell do you
think I know what it feels like for you?”
“You ever been with a guy?”
A strangled laugh leaves him as I pump steadily. “Oh, God. Slow down.” I change my
pace and stare at the incredibly sexy man writhing around my fingers. “Liking my ass
played with doesn’t mean I’m gay. I do it myself sometimes when I jerk off.”
The image of him stroking his cock while touching himself like that sends a wave of
want coursing through me. “I bet that’s sexy as hell to watch.” I tickle the sensitive
spot inside and his lower back arches off the bed once more. “Do you ever use a toy?”
He grunts in response and tosses his head to the side, checking the restraints. “I
need these off soon.”
He didn’t answer my question. He must be getting really close. “Oh? Do you now?”
Leaning down, I capture his purple head between my lips, licking off the salty pre-come
gathered in the slit. I hum in appreciation for the flavor and the vibrations spiral
up into Andy. Dropping his balls, I wrap a fist around his base and squeeze tight
hoping to slow down his reaction.
Fingering his bottom makes me feel incredible. I never realized how sexy it could
be. The thought of using a toy and burying it deep inside him exhilarates me. My own
arousal ratchets up at the steamy images and I squirm on the bed.
“I can’t take much more, Carla,” his voice sounds harsh and ragged.
Sheer power pours through me. I did this. I brought this sexy man to the edge. The
bobbing of my head increases and I can’t decide if I want to bring him off and swallow
or untie him so he can bury himself inside me.
Andy lifts off the pillows, straining the bonds fastened to the headboard. “Please!
Untie me!” A choked sob comes out and my pulse skyrockets. Man, he’s hot. “I need
to fuck you, baby.”
Slipping my fingers out of his glorious little bottom, I climb up his body, pushing
him back onto the bed. “I’ll let you loose.” An evil grin spreads across my face.
“After you lick me for a bit.”
Hunger burns across his fierce expression and he nods in agreement. I straddle his
head, lowering myself to his mouth. Reaching out with both hands, I weave my fingers
through his near the top of the headboard, the ties holding fast under the added weight.
His hot, pointed tongue touches my engorged clit and I jolt, a loud moan escaping
me. My hips rotate in a slow rhythm, grinding against his clever mouth.
“God,” I rasp into the quiet bedroom. “I think I love your tongue.”
A muffled chuckle spills out and I ignore it, driving myself higher from his ministrations.
Realizing I’m close, I rise, dislodging my lover from his feast. I fumble in my haste
to remove the satin ties, clumsy in my excitement. “By the way, I’ve got the implant.
I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve always used condoms in the past.”
“Me, too.” He whispers, face glistening from my arousal. “Condoms I mean.” His eyes
search mine. “Are you sure? You want to take this step?”
I nod, so excited to be with him I don’t trust myself to speak.
“Good, ‘cause I’m going to do you ‘til you scream.” One knot gives and Andy wraps
an arm around my waist. He leans in and captures one hardened nipple, tonguing it
and then biting softly.
Moans pierce the air as I struggle with the last restraint. His movements when I played
with him tightened the bonds, making the material difficult to loosen.
“Done!” I shout as the last knot slips free.
Quick as a wink, Andy flips me on my back and positions himself at my entrance. “There
won’t be much finesse. I’m too damn close.”
Seeing the look on his face, the masculine beauty of his desire causes a hitch in
my breath and a need I don’t recognize bubbles in my heart. He slams his hips forward,
seating himself fully on the first stroke.
My lower back arches and I push my hips to meet each thrust. Faster and faster he
plunges, stretching my walls and filling me. Animal grunts spill from him as he lowers
his weight to his elbows, bracketing my body with his size and mass.
Andy nibbles at my ear. “Come with me, baby.” He reaches down, grabs my wrists and
pins them to the bed next to my head. The heat of his body sears into me and the slight
strength he exerts on holding me down sends a thrill through my body.
Each drive of his cock sends me one step closer to the edge. The primal force and
keening sounds of desire undo me completely. Screams flood from deep in my throat,
echoing back to combine with his guttural moans. “Andy! Oh God, Andy!”
Hearing his name pushes him to his own release and he pistons into me with renewed
vigor. The hands at my wrists grip me tighter, pushing me deeper into the mattress.
The muscles inside me clasp his length as each pulse of my orgasm rocks through me.
Andy throws his head back and moans loudly into the night.
My vision blackens as my own peak continues to ride and I lock my mouth onto Andy’s
in desperation. We kiss like we’re trying to climb into the other’s skin and a part
of me is shocked by my own reactions. Little by little, the pulses ease and I notice
Andy’s thrusts are slower.
“Holy shit,” he says while nuzzling my neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that
before.”
Sometime during that spectacular ending he released my arms. I move shaky limbs to
embrace him. Sweat mists along the heated skin of his broad back and for a moment
I revel in the sheer strength he contains.
“Ditto here.”
Andy reaches a hand out to grab a blanket and pulls it across us. The weight of him
on me isn’t crushing; it’s soothing, like he’s wrapped around me, protecting me from
the world.
My lover shifts to the side, robbing me of the safe feelings and his warmth. “I don’t
want to squish you,” he mumbles while pulling me close.
“You weren’t,” I answer, nestling into the spot near his shoulder, eager to recapture
what he’s brought out in me.
“I have a lot I want to say,” he stifles a yawn. “But it can wait ’til later.”
Acceptance and emotion cradle my heart, just as his warm palm cradles my shoulder.
“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Andrew
In the middle of the night I awake, the warmth of Carla snuggled against me, her head
under my chin. I breathe in the lingering scent of her shampoo, a light floral aroma.
My breath rustles the bangs near her forehead and a soft mew of content
ment spills
from her.
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