“Declan,” she panted, writhing beneath me.
I sat up, then lightly grazed her aching nipple with the metal of the syrup pitcher. Cool against her hot flesh, she shivered, so much more sensitive without sight.
I dribbled a few drops at the top of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. As I licked and sucked, she started to beg.
“Declan, please,” she panted, trying to twist closer toward me, close any distance between us.
“Yes, that’s right,” I encouraged her, running a finger along her soft cheek underneath the blindfold, stopping at her full lips. “I like it when you beg.” She flicked her tongue out at my finger, then drew it in and sucked. I groaned. Rock hard, the tip of my cock strained at the low-riding waistband of my sweatpants.
Enough teasing. I needed more. Down between her legs, I spread her thighs. Face at her pussy, I blew on her wetness. She writhed in the sensation. I brought the syrup can to her slick folds, sliding the cool metal along her skin. Then I poured a dab of syrup on her.
“Declan!” she cried out.
I brought my tongue to her slit, slowly licking up the mingled syrup, maple and Kara, so sweet. She arched her back and moaned, pressing her pussy into my tongue.
“Do you like that, Kara?”
“Ah, Declan! I need—” She broke off into a moan of pleasure as I slid more syrup on her, more tongue, this time firmer, stronger, more insistent, lapping up more of her juice. Grasping her ass in both hands, I settled my face in and began to tongue fuck her in a demanding rhythm. She bucked against me, her hands still tied above her head, writhing and screaming with need.
“Yes! Oh God, Declan!”
I worked her, licking and sucking and flicking her clit over and over with my tongue. Just as she was about to come, I stopped. As much as I wanted to drink in her juices all day and all night, I wanted to see the look in her eyes. I wanted to see her glazed over with lust and pleading with me when she begged for me to finish her.
I took off her blindfold. “Tell me what you want, Kara.”
“I want you, Declan,” she pleaded, panting, her eyes wild with need.
“What is it you want, exactly?”
“I want…” She seemed to struggle with her words, fighting against herself, embarrassed. I loved that in her, the shyness. I’d have a lot of fun stripping it away.
“Tell me,” I coaxed her, tracing hot kisses down her neck, licking my way down the valley between her breasts.
“I want to take you in my mouth,” she cried out. “I want to suck you and swallow all of your come.”
I groaned. That was not what I had expected her to say. Overcome by what she’d just described, I suddenly couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more.
“Please,” she begged, softly, urgently.
I couldn’t resist. I withdrew the blindfold and unfastened her restraints. Heavy lidded, I watched as she drew up on her knees and came to my side. Lips parted, she looked down at the huge bulge in my sweatpants, the crown barely visible at the waistband. She looked hungry. I couldn’t believe she was about to take me into her mouth like I’d fantasied about countless times, lick and suck me and drink down my come.
She slid my sweatpants down. My cock sprang free and she reached a hand to it, wrapping it hesitantly around the hard length as I groaned.
“I can’t believe you fit in me,” she said, awed. “You’re so huge.” A drop of pre-come pearled on the tip as I held my whole body rigid, waiting. But then she paused, shy.
She whispered, “I don’t have a lot of experience doing this so I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it. Can you teach me how to do it right for you?”
I closed my eyes. Fuck. She didn’t mean to, but that turned me on even more. Teach her to do it right for me? I might come just thinking about it.
“You don’t have a lot of experience?” I felt drunk, repeating her words.
She shook her head, eyes averted, looking embarrassed. “I haven’t really done…”
“You’ve never gone down on a guy before?” How was this luscious creature so inexperienced all these years later? Sure, I liked the fantasy of her pining away for me, celibate as a nun, but reality told me six years was a long time. I hadn’t exactly left her with a lot of hope back in the day, and she was so tempting, so perfect.
Blood pounded in my ears. She still hadn’t responded. I leaned in closer to her on the bed.
“Kara?”
“I’ve dated,” she mumbled.
Damn it, she was being evasive. I felt a surge of jealous rage. Whoever they were, these men, I would find them and rip their heads off.
“Just dated, Declan,” she continued, apparently able to read my thoughts. “I’ve never done this before.”
I crushed her against me, searing her with my kiss. Mine. She belonged to me. I kissed her with a fire I hadn’t even known I had, a branding kiss, claiming her as my own.
“Kara,” I breathed into her, leaning her down against the pillows, parting her legs. I knew nothing other than that I needed to be inside of her, now. No time for foreplay, no teasing and stoking the fires. I was a volcano about to explode.
I parted her legs and plunged my cock deep up inside of her with one long, strong thrust.
“Yes,” she screamed. The hot, wet walls of her pussy took me in tight as a fist. I’d never felt anything so good. Like an animal, I thrust into her again and again, driven on by my savage lust and her cries of desire.
“Mine,” I growled with each hard, driving thrust.
“Yes,” she responded, meeting me with her hips. I brought my hands to her knees and forced them up, then pushed them down by her sides, opening her even more. It drove her wild, frenzied. She thrashed underneath me, taking me in all the way.
“Mine,” I claimed her.
“More,” she called out, writhing, sweaty and desperate. My balls slapping against her, the headboard pounded against the wall.
I buried myself in her, driving into her, relentless, fucking her senseless. The pressure built in me, burning, heating up, until I knew I was about to explode.
“Are you ready to take my come?” I growled. The question sent her over the edge. She began bucking helplessly underneath me, her hips raised off the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock and I lost myself, mindlessly pumping thick come into her as I roared out her name.
Panting, we lay in the twisted, sweaty sheets, intertwined. I never wanted to get up again. I wanted to lie there forever with her naked in the bed.
So I got up. I headed over to the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t look back.
Under pounding cold water, I pulled myself together. I’d lost control in there. I’d meant to play with her, tease her, tempt her. Start a slow burn. And I’d lost control. That didn’t happen with me. That wouldn’t happen again.
After the shower, I changed into some dark jeans and a crisp, fitted button-down shirt. I had a couple of meetings that day, some calls with potential investors, a pitch over drinks about a new opportunity. Sundays didn’t slow down much for the self-made businessman. That’s where I needed to focus.
I headed straight into my office. Kara took a shower, too, then came in to see me. Enveloped in a large towel, she stood there looking virginal and pink. I cleared my throat, my dick stirring once again at the sight of her.
Embarrassed, she murmured, “I don’t have any clothes.”
That’s right, I’d ripped hers off last night in the elevator. I liked her naked. I saw no reason for her to wear anything at all. But it was true, if she were going to come with me to New York she’d better have something to wear.
“You’re going to need some. Tomorrow we’re flying to New York. Why don’t you go shopping? I’ve got some work to do.”
“Shopping?”