“You’ll find a lot of marks and bumps like that. Martial arts training leaves its mark. My fighting years were hell on my body too.”
Amery looked up at him. “Is that why you didn’t want me to—”
“Inspect every inch of my naked body? Partially.” He kept smoothing her hair with his hand.
“Partially?”
“The other reason is I don’t like to be out of control, and your touch does that to me.”
She leaned in to softly kiss him. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
His scars didn’t matter. Didn’t change anything except for the fact that she knew a couple of them had to have hurt. She kissed each one and moved on, losing herself in touching this strong man so intimately.
His lower abdomen trembled beneath her stroking fingers. His ni**les—probably the most perfect set of male ni**les she’d ever seen—were a dark brown and flat. Until she licked them. Kissed them. Sucked on them. Bit them. Ronin’s whole body quaked and he hissed in a breath with every flick of her tongue.
So . . . sensitive ni**les. Check.
Amery mapped the muscles in his arms with her fingertips and followed that same path with her tongue. As much as she drooled over his biceps and triceps, his forearms captured her attention. She’d never seen forearms muscled like that. She ran her tongue up the deep groove, pausing when she reached the crease in his elbow. And on the inside of each of his forearms were the only tattoos on his body.
She outlined the dark Japanese symbols on his left forearm with her thumb. “Does this have special meaning for you?”
“It means remember the tenets of jujitsu and embody them every day.”
“Japanese in written form is so pretty.”
“It’s a bitch to learn to write. And speak.”
“You do both fluently?”
“Yes.”
She turned his right arm over and traced those symbols. “And this one?”
Ronin pointed to the top symbol. “This means birth.” He pointed to the symbol closest to the crease of his elbow. “This means death.” Then his finger swept over the blank space between the symbols. “It’s a reminder to make the time between birth and death count.”
Amery kissed all the marks. “That is so lovely. So Zen, Master Black.”
“I don’t know about Zen, but both are daily reminders to live my life as I wish.” His hand was back in her hair. “Are you finished with your explorations?”
“Uh, no. I haven’t gotten to your legs or even to your back. Why?”
“Because I’ve reached my limit.” He wrapped his hand around her jaw and brought her mouth to his for a mind-scrambling kiss.
Stretched out on top of him as she was, his hard c**k pressed into her belly. She started to grind into him, but a hand slapped her ass.
She gasped and broke the kiss. “Why’d you do that?”
He held her chin and looked into her eyes. “I don’t want you grinding on me so I come on my belly.” He swept his thumb across her lips. “When I’d much rather come in this mouth.”
His words sent a flush through her entire body.
“I want you naked.” He kissed her quick and hard. “Now.”
Amery didn’t hesitate. She rolled off him and ditched her underwear and bra.
Ronin sat on the edge of the bed with his thighs splayed.
Her gaze dropped to his cock. A clear drop of precome beaded on the slit. She’d never wanted a taste so much in her life.
“Turn around. Arms behind your back.”
He was fully back into control mode.
As soon as she faced away from him, he caressed her arms from her shoulders to the base of her wrists. Up and down, alternating from using his fingertips to using his rough knuckles. She closed her eyes. How could a touch so simple feel so electric?
Then Ronin held her wrists together and wound a scarf up to her elbows. He didn’t speak. Didn’t give an explanation of why he’d bound her hands again. And she didn’t question why she liked it. Or why it shot her anticipation through the roof.
“Beautiful. Turn around and drop to your knees.”
Her mouth dried and her pulse sped up. She kept her balance—thank you, yoga—and lowered to the carpet.
“Graceful too. Slide forward.”
She inched closer until she was directly between Ronin’s thighs.
His hand cupped the side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Suck me.” Then his other hand circled his c**k and he brought it to her mouth. He ran the wet tip across her bottom lip.
Amery’s tongue darted out to lick it. Circling the thick head, first directly across the slit and then on the ridge.
“Open,” he said hoarsely.
As soon as she’d parted her lips, the head slipped into her mouth. She sucked, taking his shaft in as she sought a more complete taste of him.
“That’s it, baby. Hands just get in the way of your hot mouth. How deep can you take me?”
She shrugged.
His hand moved to the back of her head and he pushed more of his c**k across her tongue. Another couple of inches. Another couple more.
“So good, but I’m stopping here.” He twined his fingers in her hair. “Work me. Make me f**king crazy like you did when you were touching me.”
That made him crazy? He’d hardly uttered a peep. Her competitive nature surfaced and she aimed to give him the best hands-free blow job ever.
Amery sucked him all the way to her soft palate, pulled her head back, and let the tip of his c**k rest on the rim of her bottom lip before drawing the shaft in fully again.
If Ronin enjoyed it he didn’t verbalize it besides the heavy breathing and the occasional tightening of his fingers in her hair.
She kept the pace steady. Without the worry that her hand was pinching his shaft too hard, her mind drifted to the sensuality of his c**k plunging in and out of her mouth. Such a rigid muscle but so hot and silky gliding across her tongue. Teasing the fat head with her teeth and little whips of her tongue could make his entire c**k jerk. The flavor and scent of him would be forever imprinted on her taste buds.
The slickness spilling from the corners of her mouth had nothing on the slickness between her thighs. Amery swore the pulse running on the underside of his dick matched the pulses throbbing in her swollen clit. Knowing Ronin wouldn’t leave her hanging, she sped up her pace, not taking him deeper but using the suctioning power of her mouth to propel him to the point of no return.
Then Ronin’s hands were on her cheeks, tilting her head. “As much as I want to feel your tongue flicking the sweet spot on my dick while you suck down my seed, I want to be balls deep in your pu**y when I come.” His greedy gaze watched his finger follow the circle of her lips almost pressed against the root of his cock. “If I reach between your legs, will I find you wet?”