Page 97 of Ask Me Something

Stroking him between the sensitive lips of my sex, I enjoyed the aroused expression on his face. I rose up and fed him into me slowly, savoring every inch as I sheathed him deep inside of me.

“You feel amazing. I want to touch your clit and make you come,” he pleaded.

My hands found his chest and rubbed down his hard abs. “What if you watch me do it?”

His eyes closed and a tremor ran through him. “Yes.”

I dipped my finger into my slick entrance, locking my eyes with his. The heat reflected in his depths sliced through me like a knife.

“Let me taste you,” he whispered.

Offering up my index finger, wet with my desire, I watched as he leaned up and took it into his mouth. I was transfixed while he worked it with his tongue thoroughly. Taking it back, I placed it on my swollen clit and rubbed.

Shifting my hips, I started to move. The string of muttered curses let me know that he was getting close.

“Slow it down, honey, or I’m going to come again.” His voice sounded strained.

It only served to fuel my pace from fast to furious. Rubbing harder and faster, I joined him over the edge and collapsed on his chest. After lying there a minute, I missed his hands stroking my back. Rising up, I leaned over him and untied him slowly.

I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back, the moment he was free with his face diving at my center with a vengeance.

“I can’t believe that turns you on after.”

His fingers worked our combined wetness. “Knowing this is you and me together is incredibly hot.” He kissed, sucked, and rubbed until I was crying his name and lay there boneless.

How could I possibly argue with the man?

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Waking up the next morning,I attempted to stretch, only to find my hands and legs bound. What the hell? A momentary flash of panic hit me, but Brian’s voice came from behind me.

“You were sound asleep, so I couldn’t resist.” He came into view and stood beside the bed.

I twisted my head to see him. “What is it you plan on doing with me?” The possibilities were starting to turn me on.

“Feed you.”

Did I hear him correctly? “You tied me up to feed me?”

He chuckled, leaving for the door when a knock sounded. He returned with a tray in his hands. “You sound disappointed.”

I offered him a wry smile. “Actually, I’m hungry, too.”

“Good. Here, let me put a couple pillows under your head.” He stood back and popped open a bottle of champagne. After pouring it into a flute and mixing in some orange juice, he sat down next to me on the bed. “Want a taste of mimosa?”

I nodded, and he brought the glass to my lips. I sipped slowly, letting the cool bubbly slide down my throat. Next he held up a strawberry. I took a bite, hardly believing how intimate it was to have him feed me. He repeated the pattern one last time. After eating the last strawberry, his fingers danced over my stomach. Then lower, palming my sex. I closed my eyes at the exquisite way his touch could make me feel.

“Do you know how incredibly sexy you look, tied up and at my mercy?” He set the glass down on the table.

I shivered with the thought. “Should I be nervous?”

He flashed me a wicked grin. “I did warn you that you’d be mine the rest of the week after last night. By the way, our champagne is courtesy of Tami and Lester. I have a feeling Tami had quite the evening last night.”

“Well, happy anniversary to them.” I inhaled sharply when his thumb went to work on my clit, massaging expertly precise circles.

He grabbed the champagne bottle and splashed some over my stomach and chest, following with his hot mouth. I moaned in delight at the sensation of him lapping the cool liquid off of me. He sucked and teased my nipples to hardened peaks, bringing me to climax with his skilled fingers. When my eyes finally flickered open, I saw him observing me intently.

“I love watching you come.” He took bacon from the plate and waved it in front of my mouth.

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