“Why are you tying me up? It’s not like I’ve ever tried to get away from you when we’re naked.”
“And I appreciate that.” He straddled her thighs and ran his hands from her bound wrists, down those yoga-toned arms, stopping at those beautiful, plentiful tits. He cupped and squeezed them, loving that his hands couldn’t contain all the abundant flesh. “Have you ever noticed your ni**les are the same deep pink color as your lips?”
“No. Look, Chase, you don’t have to—”
He covered her mouth with his, stopping her protest. Maybe he was wasting his time fondling her br**sts because she couldn’t feel anything, but he hadn’t done a thorough test yet. If he’d attempted a sensual yet intensive assessment without restricting her hands, well, her clever hands would distract him and he’d lose his focus. And this was all focused on her. As soon as he broke the seal of their mouths, he returned to worshipping her chest.
Letting the tips of his fingers caress the outside swells of her br**sts, he feathered his thumbs over her ni**les, watching the tips draw into rigid nubs. Tempting, to enclose the peak between his lips, getting it wetter with each suctioning pull of his hot mouth. Making it harder. But he didn’t. He just stroked and teased.
Chase didn’t need verbal confirmation his focused attention was having a positive affect; her body told him everything he needed to know. He took possession of her mouth. Whispering kisses across her passion-dampened skin. Using his tongue to trace the upper and lower bow of her lips while maintaining the slow, steady torment on her ni**les.
Only when she relaxed did he mix it up. Following the cords in her neck to the base of her throat, he opened his mouth and sucked the sweet spot by her collarbone the same time he pinched both her ni**les. Hard.
Ava gasped and arched.
He was insistent in his attention. Licking, softly kissing, gently biting her neck, then randomly tweaking those taut peaks. Relentlessly and very, very thoroughly.
“Chase—”
He fell headlong into the rush of serving up harsh kisses whenever she opened her delectable mouth. And he knew the exact moment she realized he was one hundred percent in charge and she surrendered to him completely.
Chase murmured, “Good girl,” and started on her ni**les. The teasing laps and random licks on the tips didn’t get much reaction. But when he sucked strongly and used his teeth, she thrashed beneath him. Normally by the time he’d taken his lover to that point, he’d back down and move to the next step in the seduction process. Not this time. He kept up his assault, immersing himself in the taste of her, the feel of her, taking her someplace new, no matter how long it took.
When he blew a cooling stream of air across the erect peaks and Ava trembled, he pushed her br**sts together so closely her ni**les almost touched. Tucking his knees beneath her armpits, he slid his shaft into the valley of her cle**age.
Her body bucked beneath his.
Chase groaned at the slickness of her skin and how hot it looked with the head of his c**k fitted into the hollow of her throat. “I’ve wanted to f**k your tits like this since the moment I saw them.” He pulled out, then slowly slid back into the tight tunnel he’d created, savoring the clasp of her flesh around his. He added another layer of sensation and pinched her ni**les. “Can you feel that?”
“Squeeze them together more. Like that. Touch my ni**les harder,” she panted. “Even harder than that. You’re not hurting me.”
He growled at the visual feast before him. Ava bound, at his mercy.
Chase rocked his hips faster, driving his c**k against that pliant skin, pinching her ni**les in time to his thrusts. When his balls lifted, his hands fell away and almost told her to open up and swallow him to the root. But he stopped.
Too soon. Not about you. About her. She needs this.
Ava whimpered at the loss of contact.
He caressed her cheek as he leaned forward to grab his supplies off the nightstand. “You’re beautiful. Incredible. Christ, Ava, you undo me.”
She twisted in her bonds. “I want—”
He placed his fingers over her lips. “In time. Now hold still.” He scooted back until he straddled her pelvis. Holding open the old-fashioned, spring-loaded wooden clothespins, he simultaneously attached them to her ni**les.
When she arched and emitted a surprised cry, he murmured, “Seems you have some feeling there after all.” He hopped off the end of the bed. Tapped her ankles. “Spread your legs for me. Wider. Nope wider than that.”
“Chase—”
“Come on, yoga girl, I know how flexible you are. Do it.”
Her heels slid out until one hung off the bed.
He positioned himself in the space she’d made. He placed an openmouthed kiss on her belly. On each hip. Then he released the clothespins for about ten seconds before he reattached them sideways, so the holes surrounded the tips.
Ava’s cries became louder as he settled his mouth on her cunt. She was already drenched. He lapped her honey, pushing his tongue deep inside her, then retreating to trace the folds of her sex. Teasing the skin around her clit, but never coming into direct contact.
She bumped her pelvis, thrashing, her body begging.
Pressing open the fleshy skin protecting that pleasure pearl, he licked. Delicately. Insistently. When her entire body stilled, he zeroed in on her clit and sucked continuously until her pu**y contracted against his mouth.
As she came down, Chase scattered kisses up her torso and slid two fingers inside her hot channel, stroking the pillow of flesh on her inner vaginal wall. Then he quickly removed the clothespin from her left nipple, knowing the instant blood returned to the tip.
Ava jerked, whimpering, “It hurts, God, it’s throbbing,” and flat out shrieked when Chase sucked the distended nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.
She climaxed again suddenly. Violently.
He felt her orgasm pulsating on his tongue as he suckled her nipple. He felt it beneath his thumb as he strummed her clit. He felt it squeezing his fingers as he stroked the inside wall of her sheath. Every part of her body radiated the pleasure he’d wrought from her, brought to her.
It was f**king hot as hell.
His impatient cock, hard as a fencepost for the last thirty minutes, poked into his abdomen, leaving a slick trail.
She twitched with aftershocks and Chase continued to pet her, stroke her. He kissed her temple. “Ava. I’m gonna unhook you from the headboard.”
She rubbed her cheek against his and mumbled.
Once he had the belt undone and the bandana off, he put on a condom and patted her hip. “Sit up.”