butt again making her hum around him. “I’m in control here. And I want you
to come right now.”
The
feeling of his tongue spearing deep as expert fingers pinched hard at her
nipple. He knew her well, and that pleasure-pain pushed her over. Her hips ground against his mouth, her
body unraveling above him. She felt his tongue lap up all the cream that
slipped from her, moaning and shuddering with each swipe.
She knew
he sought to distract. Her climax rippling through her body didn’t deter her
from pulling him over the edge with her. She continued sucking until he tensed,
his back arching, and came in long jerks in her mouth. His essence slid down her throat, a sigh
slipping from his lips as she sucked him dry.
Satisfied,
she turned and draped her body over his. She licked the salt from his neck, smiling when he groaned weakly.
Entwining their hands, she relaxed in his arms, them a tight circle around her.
“Next
time, I’m going to tie you up and have my way with you.” She told him as they
both drifted off to sleep.
Control
“Sweets,
are you just going to leave me here?”
It was
terrible, but Cheri found the suppressed anger in his voice arousing. She widened her eyes and smiled sweetly
at him.
“I might,”
she replied with an airy wave of her hand. “I might not.”
Luke
growled, his amber colored eyes flashing. She tamped down the bubble of
laughter that threatened to spill out as he yanked hard at the bonds around his
wrists. They both knew he humored her by staying put, but she was confident the
ties would hold him just a little longer.
He was
delicious with his long black hair spread out on the pillow like that. His row
sexual power invaded the room and even subdued he appeared larger than life. Unable
to help herself, Cheri let her eyes take a slow stroll down his body. Those straight black brows, that full
bottom lip, and his hard jaw appealed to her.
Deceptively
lean, the muscles beneath his swarthy skin spoke of graceful power that could
explode quickly into action. Strength echoed even in his rapidly filling cock. His
heated gaze of as he returned her frank stare made her shiver.
She could
almost believe she was truly in control right then.
But Cheri
knew exactly what Luke was ; wild creature pretending
captivity. The blood red silk ropes wound tight around his wrists and ankles
binding him to the posts of the bed. At the way his biceps flexed, she knew he
constantly tested the strength and gauged how easily he could slip from them.
He’d been in a deep sleep when she tied him up, her desire to control him too
strong to pass up the chance. Their mutual pleasure always stayed under his
control, but this time she wanted to guide things. This was her chance to play.
The power
surging through her had her licking her lips. Heady and arousing, she felt like a
vixen. The possibilities felt limitless, though
at the moment she was consumed with the desire to follow the line of black hair
that marched down his stomach. Right
to the prize standing like a pillar between his thighs.
She felt her body sway toward his before she managed to shake away some of the
sexual haze that swept over her.
He laughed
and something deep in her womb clenched. “I know what you want, Cheri. Let me go and I’ll give you exactly what
you need.”
That seductive
voice promised erotic things, and for a beat she wanted to give it. But that meant doing things his way. Shaking
her head, she took a step back. She did ache for him; she always ached for him.
It was like a hot throb that demanded the promise of his filling, but she
ignored it. “I want to make you feel better.”
One dark
eyebrow arched high, almost mocking with its straightness. She took another
step back, conscious of the flex of his arms as they tested the bindings again.
They just needed to hold a bit longer.
Satisfied
they’d do the trick, Cheri turned away and walked the few feet to the