But at this point, he’s had enough. With fluid grace, he captures my wrists and pins them above my head. His eyes grow flinty and he shakes his head once. No more taking control. This will be his privilege now.
I sigh and sink into the pillows and sheets. I grin and give him a wink.
Have at it.
With a deep chuckle that ghosts over my skin like a shadow, still holding my hands pinned above my head, he begins to work magic with his mouth. First, a gentle stroke of lips to skin at my temple, my cheek, my chin, holding my mouth prisoner for a fraction of a second before he goes lower still. When his lips come to my neck, I shiver and writhe, my hands trying to pull free on instinct but held firmly in his grip.
He suckles the fragile skin into his mouth so hard my back arches, the erotic pull of his mouth racing straight between my legs. Next, my collarbone, his tongue tracing over me, savoring the taste. I tremble when he gets to the valley between my breasts. He’s making his way down, and with every second that passes, my heartbeat ratchets higher and higher, my breath frozen in my lungs. He holds me at the precipice of need and want, wrapped up in emotions so deep, I’m choked up. I close my eyes. Watching him master my body is almost like sensory overload. I need to submerge into the feel of him.
Skin to skin, he maneuvers his way down my body, trailing kisses on every tender spot he can reach, until he makes his way to my breasts. He releases my wrists and I go to move them on instinct, but a sharp shake of his head makes me freeze. He places them back where he put them, firmer this time. Eager to please him, I nod and he gifts me the slightest tip of his lips. It makes my heart sing. I love pleasing him. I crave pleasing him.
It’s harder keeping my wrists secured when they aren’t shackled in his grip. I keep them in place with difficulty. I want to hold him. Touch him. But he controls this, and I love that he does.
He’s exploring my breasts now, weighing their fullness in his hands before flicking a thumb across one hardened nipple, then the other. I moan when he does that, electric thrills slicing through me. With a hungry growl, he brings himself lower still and captures my hardened nipple between his lips. He sucks, and I shatter.
The feeling is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, so intensely erotic and intimate I’m whimpering with the need for him to put pressure between my legs. He doesn’t stop, but continues the onslaught, lashing his tongue against my nipple while he fondles my other breast. Teeth and tongue, suckling and lapping. I can’t breathe, my body so taut it’s ready to snap into bliss. But he isn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. The blissful torment goes on for so long I close my eyes and welcome the darkness. He moves his mouth to my second breast, covering the first with the heat of his palm. Priming me until I’m ready to fly.
Sliding down the bed lower still, he glides his hands under my back and lifts my belly to his mouth, licking my belly button. I shiver and squirm, while he kisses his way lower, to the soft, tender skin between my pussy and belly, his mouth so soft and his whiskers rough, his fingers digging into my back to hold me in place. He trails his tongue down to the top of my pussy. I throb, my core contracting with his hot breath on my naked skin.
I know where he’s going and it makes me nervous. No one’s ever been down there before.
Do you trust him? I ask myself.
Yes, of course.
Then the answer is easy. If I trust him, I let him do this. I give him control over so much, allowing him to bring me pleasure is no different.
He isn’t ready yet, though. Not yet. First, he has to torture me a bit more.
Spreading my knees apart, he inhales deeply. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. It’s so dirty, but I can’t help feeling even more turned on than before. He’s savoring this, my scent and taste and feel in his hands. And I would never take that away from him. I want to speak to him so badly, I bite my tongue to keep my mouth silent. He implied he’d punish me if I spoke, but that isn’t why I stay quiet. I don’t want to break this spell.
He glides his hands beneath my ass and lifts my pelvis upward, taking in another deep breath. He groans and swallows, then licks the inside of my thigh. I’m shaking with need, wetness growing between my legs. If he touched me now I’d be soaking, and I swear my skin throbs in anticipation.