I had no right to tell her she couldn’t do something. But jealousy struck me as soon as I saw a man’s name flash across her phone, and even though she said he was just a friend, I struggled to contain the baser emotion.
“I like you like this,” I said, staring at the way her nipples tightened with my perusal, and the way she couldn’t stop shifting on the bed. I wanted to lick, suck, and bite every inch of her creamy flesh.
I wanted to worship her.
I wanted to devour her.
I wanted to climb inside her and never leave.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to make a move, big man?” Her teeth toyed with the corner of her bottom lip and I wanted to snatch it back with my own.
“Spread your legs.”
“Take off your pants,” she countered.
“You first.”
“As you can see, I’m not wearing any.”
“You know what I mean. Let me see all of you.”
She did as I commanded, so in fairness, I gave her what she wanted as well. Standing before her naked, I loved the way she visually appreciated my body. Her skin flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink as her breathing grew heavier.
“Like what you see?” I asked.
“You know I do.”
“Even with these scars?” My question wasn’t meant to be serious but when the words left my mouth, a twinge of self-consciousness went with them.
“Even more now because you survived.” Her smile widened, erasing any anxiety I held, no matter how small, about my marred physique.
This would be the first time in nearly two weeks I’d been able to feast on Zoe’s body, and I wanted to take my time, but I also wanted to sink inside her and fuck her until we both came undone. Hard and fast.
I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the bed, her arms stretching against the restraints. A shallow breath left her lungs right before she gasped, her tongue peeking out and running across her top lip in anticipation.
With both knees on the edge of the bed, I spread her legs wider to accommodate my body. “Do you want me to fuck you now or tease you first?”
“Tease,” she whispered. I nestled between her thighs, inhaling the addicting scent of her arousal. “Use your tongue,” she urged, thrusting her hips toward my mouth. “Please. Make me come.”
Her pussy glistened, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, close enough to the warm place I craved. She bucked her hips once more, and if I allowed her to, she’d grind herself against my face. Any other time, it was exactly what I wanted, but right now I wished to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over my sheets. I might have to punish you.”
“Then do it.” The clanking of the restraints reverberated through the space, the vibration of the noise striking me right in the center of my cock.
She would take whatever I chose to give her.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Running my fingers through her folds, I pushed two inside her and she arched off the bed, groaning her approval when I hit the spot that drove her crazy. She tried to match my rhythm, but I kept switching it up, fast, then slow.
She looked up at the cuffs and pulled on them. “Take these off.”
“Are they hurting you?” A flash of concern drifted through me but quickly disappeared when she shook her head.
“No. I want to touch you. Please.
“No.”
“Brick.”
“Zoe.” A smirk tugged on the corner of my mouth when her eyes held mine steady, staring up at her when I flattened my tongue and ran it over her pussy.
“Brick, please take these off.” Her breath hitched when I closed my lips over her clit and sucked, the pressure enough to make her quiver beneath me. She continued to struggle to free her hands, but it was useless. Zoe was mine to do with as I saw fit, and all I wanted to do was taste her release on my tongue.
I worked her over, cherishing her body all while tormenting her, pulling her toward explosion, then backing off right before she tipped over. Resting my arm over her belly to keep her still, I dipped my tongue inside her, pressing my thumb over her clit and drawing tiny circles to drive her mad.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please… don’t stop.” She thrashed her head from side to side and choked on her next breath.
Her thighs quivered.
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.
Her pleas fell around my ears.
“Are you close?” I knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she repeated, looking down at me with such intensity I’d do anything to keep that look on her beautiful face. She broke the connection and threw her head back, arching her breasts in the air and clamping her legs around my ears as she finally came undone.
While she was still in the midst of her bliss, I crawled up her body, running my tongue up the center of her, licking each nipple, then continuing up her neck, over her chin and plunging inside her mouth to capture and tease her. Our kiss turned frenzied, but I pulled back a moment later and she groaned her displeasure. I didn’t say a word as I reached up and unhooked her from the cuffs. Her hands fell to my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh as she hooked her leg over my hip to pull me closer.
The tip of my cock nudged against her opening, her eyes widening in anticipation.
“Please.” My favorite word fell from her mouth. One word to drive me over the edge, but I had to reel it in because the way I felt right now I’d either hurt her or myself in the process.
“I’m trying not to be too rough. I don’t want to hurt you. But I’m struggling to be gentle.”
“Treat me however you need to, baby,” she purred, hooking her other leg around my waist. “Just don’t hurt yourself.”
“So, you’re giving me full rein?”
She bit her lip, dipped her eyes, and tightened her legs around me. “Whatever you need.”
“I need you.”
We agreed to stop using condoms after the last time, both of us having a clean bill of health, and with her being on the pill, we had no worries there. But then I got shot, so this was the first time I’d feel her bare.
Reaching between our bodies while holding up my weight with my other arm so I didn’t crush her, I lined myself up and pressed into her. Then another inch. Then another. She held her breath.
“I’ll go slow for this part.” I was a large man everywhere. Most of the women I’d been with hadn’t been able to take all of me and often I had to hold back. But Zoe was made for me. I just had to work myself inside her slowly in the beginning until she stretched around me.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” I grunted, pushing in another two inches. She hooked her ankles together before widening her legs. Capturing her mouth, I caressed her tongue with mine, sucking on the tip, then baring my teeth. She loved my aggression, matching it when she dug her nails further into my shoulders.
When I pushed in halfway, she released a strangled breath of air, her body locking up tight beneath me. I stilled, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, licking at her salty flesh before continuing.
“Do it,” she whispered in my ear. “Just do it.”
One of the many things that turned me on about Zoe in bed was that she loved to straddle the line of pleasure and pain, and right now she wanted me to hurt her.
And I was only too happy to give her what she wanted.