Her breath came in a ragged gasp that he swallowed with his mouth. She’d asked for kisses, and he was going to give them to her. Over and over, he made love to her mouth, slicking and tonguing until she was lost in the feel of his mouth, his lips against hers, the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his c**k pressed against her pu**y in a silent but firm suggestion.
It was so good. So, so damn good. Violet’s legs fell open farther, until she was spread wide on the bed underneath him, and when his c**k dragged between her folds, she felt all of him.
And it was incredible.
She moaned again, lost in the sensation.
His tongue danced over her lips. “What do you want now, Violet?”
Oh. She was being asked to think? She couldn’t think of anything but his mouth on hers, his c**k gliding through her folds and brushing against her cl*t with every little movement of his hips.
“Violet?”
“Hmmm?” Her lips clung to his, not wanting him to pull away. God, he had great lips.
“Tell me what you want or I’m going to stop.”
She whimpered. “You’re cruel.”
“No,” he said softly, and kissed her parted mouth again. “I just want you to be a full participant in this, love. I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have a say in things just because your hands are tied. You might be the one in the ropes, but you’re still the one in charge.”
She shivered at that. Slowly, she dragged one leg up and wrapped it around his hips, pushing with her foot to press his c**k harder against her pu**y. “I want more of that.”
This time, Jonathan groaned. His mouth dragged across her jaw. “You want my c**k inside you?”
Oh, hell yes, she did. But not yet. “Soon,” she promised. “But I want you to keep teasing me.”
“Is that so.” He licked at the side of her neck. “I think I can manage that.”
She lifted her other leg, both now hitched around his hips. “Show me.” God, she felt so wicked, demanding this of him.
“Look at me,” he told her, and his face lifted from her neck. “Look at me when I touch you.”
She hadn’t realized that her eyes were closed. She’d just been lost in the way he was making her feel. It seemed insanely difficult to drag her eyelids open, but she did, and saw the strain on his gorgeous, intense face, the dark pupils, the thick eyelashes, the strong features.
He rubbed his nose against hers in a surprisingly tender gesture, and as he did, he swiveled his hips. The motion ground his c**k against her pu**y, dragging over her sensitive cl*t with exquisite sensation. And as he did, he continued to watch her.
That was . . . so erotic. Violet sucked in a breath, her gaze locked to his. To his dark blue eyes with their amber flecks. To the gaze that seemed to be demanding more and more of her. And all the while, he continued to slowly grind against her clit, until she could feel her juices dragging over his skin and wetting them both.
She moaned.
“Like that, Violet?”
She nodded, unable to look away, unable to speak. She was wrapped up in Jonathan’s intensity.
He pushed against her, the surge focused on rubbing the head of his c**k against her clit. He spread her lips with his erection and dragged back and forth through her juices, his face hovering inches away from hers.
“You’re mine,” he told her in a soft voice, even as his c**k slid against her cl*t again. “My Violet. My love. You know that, right?”
She trembled underneath him again. “I—I—”
“Shhh,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know it.”
Her body flexed underneath his as he rocked against her again. This was a sensual feast, but it was also torture. Her body demanded more than just rubbing. Her ni**les ached, begging for more attention.
She strained at the bonds on her wrists again.
“Are your arms all right, sweetheart?”
“They want to be around you,” she said breathlessly.
“Not this time,” he told her. “This time, I’m pleasuring you.”
But he’d done that last time, too. When would it be her turn to pleasure him? Violet opened her mouth to object, and he nipped at her lower lip again.
“Tell me what you want.”
She arched so her br**sts pushed up, begging for attention. “Penetration,” she breathed.
He groaned, the first sign of loss of control he’d shown thus far. Violet was fascinated, and excitement flashed through her. She wanted more of that. She wanted him to lose control, too. While his control was exciting, the thought of him losing his mind while touching her was even more gratifying.
So she decided to talk dirty to him, getting bold now with that groan echoing in her mind. “Is that all right?” she asked him, and she nipped at his lip. “Or did you want to keep dragging this out? Because I’ve been aching to have you deep inside me for days now.”
His eyes closed, his dark lashes fanning as his jaw clenched. It looked as if he were struggling to keep control.
She nipped at his lip again, even as he rocked his c**k against her pu**y once more, a bit rougher this time. “Don’t get me wrong,” she murmured. “I love the feel of that big, thick c**k against my pu**y, but I love the thought of it deep inside me even more. Love the thought of you filling me up and making me ache because you’re so big that you’re stretching me around you.”
He groaned again. “Violet—”
“It’s true, you know. You’re big. You’re always a tight fit. I remember that.” She wriggled her h*ps against his, gasping when it did wicked things to her clit. “I loved how tight you were inside me, how you filled me up. It always makes me so hot to think about. And you know I’ve been thinking about it since you touched me on the plane.”
“Have you?” he rasped, his voice ragged. His mouth dragged over hers, his tongue slicking against her own for a fierce, quick kiss.
“Mmmhmm,” she said when he pulled away. “I’ve dreamed about it. About you grabbing me and tossing me down on your bed and drilling into me—”
He groaned and pressed his face to her neck. “Fuck, Violet, hush or I’m going to lose control.” His h*ps thrust against hers roughly, and she felt him draw back. She lifted her hips, tilting them, and the head of his c**k pressed against her core, taunting her.
She bucked against him. “Condoms,” she breathed. “Need condoms.”