“Yes.”
“Don’t move your hands at all.”
“I won’t,” she said, and her soft voice was a promise.
“Open your legs for me.”
She parted her legs wider, spreading open for him as she sat perched on the sink, her immobile hands against her belly. He pushed the skirt to her waist, and ran his nose along the outside of her underwear, inhaling her, and letting her flood his senses completely. She gasped sharply. The sound of her pleasure tore through him like electricity.
He looked up at her to see her eyes floating shut. “Watch me,” he commanded, gripping her thighs in his hands. “Watch me as I make you come with your panties on.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked breathily.
“I just said what I’m going to do to you. Did you think I was joking?”
She shook her head, and he flicked his tongue across the panel of her panties, wet already with her heat. “I can taste you even with your underwear on,” he murmured, his mouth against her. “I can make you shudder and writhe without even touching your pu**y.”
She moaned, a desperately needy whimper of desire. “You can. Yes, you can.”
“You are so hot for me right now, aren’t you?” he said, flicking his tongue against the swollen outline of her clit. She cried out a yes, and tried grabbing at his hair with her tied-up hands, managing to brush a few strands. He looked up at her. “Let me,” he growled. “Let me control your pleasure.”
He returned his mouth to her legs, tasting her once more through the cotton. She was so wet her panties were soaked through. The scent of her arousal washed over him, desire coursing thickly through his veins. He pressed his hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wider, lavishing fast, quick flicks against her wet center. It was as if the scrap of fabric was no longer there. He could taste her juices on his tongue, her desire so intense that she cried out loudly with every touch. Panting hard, she tried to grab at his hair again. He gently swatted her hands away. “Let go,” he said roughly. “Let go so I can bring you there.”
“Bring me there, Clay,” she groaned as she wriggled her h*ps into his face, trying to get closer to the source of her pleasure. “Please bring me there.”
“I will, gorgeous. I always will,” he said, his lips returning to her wet pu**y that tasted so delicious even with her underwear still on. He reached his hands underneath her ass, holding onto her cheeks as he pressed his tongue harder against her clit, licking, kissing, tasting until she bucked against his mouth.
She cried out, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezed shut, her body writhing into him.
Once her movements slowed, he rose and pulled off her panties, and brought them to his nose. “You smell so f**king good,” he said, then stuffed them into his pocket. “These truly are useless now.”
Her lips rose in a sweet smile. “What if you turn me on again? And I walk around the reception hot and dripping between my legs?”
He buzzed his lips against the column of her neck, traveling up to her ear. “Then tell me and I will slide my hand up your legs, coat my fingers in your wetness and suck it off.”
She breathed out hard, her reaction telling him she liked his idea.
“Now, I believe you wanted me to make love to you?”
She nodded, biting gently down on her lip. “So badly.”
“I’m going to,” he said, stroking her cheek, then running his fingers along the smooth skin of her collarbone. “And I want you to know that all this time I’ve been f**king you and making love to you. But this time, I’m only making love to you.”
“That’s what I want right now from you. That’s all I want,” she said, her voice layered with honesty and need as she leaned her face into his hand. Then held up her wrists in front of him. “But what about this?”
* * *
“Put your hands around my neck,” he instructed.
She shot him a quizzical look as she raised her bound hands. He offered his head, letting her slide her hands behind his neck. “Like that?”
“Yes. Now you can’t let go of me as I make love to you,” he told her as he reached inside his briefs, and freed his erection once more.
“But I don’t want to let go of you,” she said, and she felt like a new woman being able to say these things to him, speaking so freely, even if it was about sex. Saying all those other things, as hard and as harrowing as it had been, had lifted a terrible weight from her shoulders, and now she experienced a freedom she hadn’t known in a long time. She could say what she felt and not be afraid. And she could tell from the look in his eyes, so tender and hungry too, that he loved this side of her.
“Good. That’s how I want you to feel,” he said as he gripped his cock, and rubbed the head against her wet folds. She cried out again in pleasure.
“I want you so badly, Clay. Please.”
“I know you do,” he said, dragging his hard length along her. She wanted him to know how much she trusted him with everything. In this moment she was trusting him with her pleasure, so she opened her legs more.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, holding his gaze. “Take me how you want me.”
He breathed out hard, her words of submission clearly sending him soaring. “You are mine,” he said, his voice rough, but his touch so tender, as he slowly pushed inside her.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “You feel so good.”
“It’s been too long,” he said, but still he took his time entering her, and she savored it, the feeling of being filled inch by delicious inch. He was so hard and so thick, and she could feel him stretching her once more.
“I don’t want to go without you again,” she whispered.
“Don’t go without me.” He buried himself in her, holding on hard to her h*ps as he sank deeper. She couldn’t move. She was under his control, from him holding her hips, to her hands locked around his head, but he took care of her, thrusting in that deliciously tantalizing way he had, rolling his hips, taking his time.
He rocked into her, and she moved with him, hitting an exquisite synch. He groaned against her neck, pushing the strap of her dress down her arm. “I love it like this,” he said, brushing his lips along her na**d shoulder.
“Why do you like me tied up sometimes?”
“Because.” He cupped the back of her head in a strong hand. “Because the way I feel for you is so out of control that this is one way for me to feel in control again,” he said, his voice a low rasp in her ear.