Page 47 of Tame Me

“Ummm, no.”

“Would you allow me?”

“Yes.” There was no need to hesitate. After what Henry had shown me last time, and every other sexual experience we’d had for that matter, I was his willing pupil.

He leaned forward for a brief kiss. “You’re adorable.”

His comment was incredible, but it was the way he said it, with rapture in his eyes and a voice loaded with sexual potency, that triggered a blaze of heat pulsing through me. He trailed his hand from my elbow to my wrist and brought my palm to his lips. As he kissed my flesh, he draped the colorful fabric over my fingers, lowered it to my wrist, and then pulled it tight with a knot that I hadn’t noticed.

“Okay?” The concern in his eyes had me trusting him even more.

“Yes.” I nodded.

He curled both my arms up so my hands were over my head, then he stood, and working behind me, he wrapped the fabric around my other wrist and again pulled the fabric tight. My arms were now secured up alongside my cheeks, unable to move.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

He lowered the deckchair, so I laid flat. Above me, the sky was a potpourri of purple and pink clouds as the setting sun captured their fluffy edges. Henry came back into view, and I didn’t know whether to look at his face or his enormous erection.

He made that decision for me when he straddled my chest, and using his hand, rolled the head of his cock around my nipples. It was voyeur’s heaven watching that swollen crown roll around and around my hard pebbles. A pearl of liquid bubbled at the slit in his crown, and I watched, hypnotized, as it slid slowly down his veined shaft.

I glanced up at him. His eyes flickered beneath his closed lids. His jaw was clamped shut, and yet he continued to roll his masterpiece around my nipples. It was exquisite torture not being able to touch him, and the more I squirmed beneath his body, the more wonderful it became.

He opened his eyes, and our gazes locked together as he wriggled down my body and slipped off the end of the chair. Against the colorful evening sky, his body had a celestial glow, and I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven.

Henry parted my legs, knelt on the end of the deckchair, placed his hands beneath my knees, and raised my bottom.

His head lowered to between my thighs, and when his hot tongue glided up my pussy, the fabric ties were the only things stopping me from launching right off the rooftop.

I fought against my restraints as he pushed his tongue and a finger inside me. The heat of his tongue, the drive of his finger, my lack of freedom—it was sensory overload, and an explosive orgasm ripped through me. I cried out as my hot juices squirted from my body over and over. I dug my heels into the chair and raised my hips, and he continued to lick and plunge, coaxing the release of every last drop of my orgasm.

I was panting for air when he finally stopped and raised his face with a smile. There was enough light to see my slick juices over his face, and I didn’t know whether I liked that or not. But when Henry licked his lips, oh my god—that was one of the sexiest moves ever . . .

“Make love to me, Henry.”

His gaze met mine, and an unbridled command of desire crossed between us. He stood again and disappeared around behind me, and his footsteps retreated. For a horrible moment, I thought I’d scared him, or worse, I’d misread the desire in his eyes.

But seconds later, he released my hands, and when he came into view, a condom sheathed his cock. The joy rolling through me was indescribable.

I’d waited for this moment for a very long time.

He walked to the end of the deck chair, and when I parted my legs, Henry crawled up toward me. His cock nudged my throbbing hole, and as he hovered above me, his bulging biceps holding him in place, I flitted my gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again. I studied his face, taking in every exquisite detail as I looked at one of the most handsome men in the world.

As his thick cock filled me, a dark vein pulsed at his temple. His lips parted, and his tongue glossed them. Slowly, slowly he pushed his cock all the way in, penetrating me until it touched that wonderful part inside me that begged to be pounded. It felt so right, so complete. . . like it was a piece of me I’d been missing for a very long time.

His eyes flickered open, and the raw passion in his light blue pools made me feel like a sexual goddess.

“Oh, Jane.”

The way he said my name was a potent mix of love and lust. “Yes?”

“You feel incredible.”

“So do you.” As I thumbed his nipples, he sucked air through his teeth, and his eyes glazed over. He withdrew his cock, pulling it out until just his crown remained inside me. He paused there, teasing me with his swollen head. I clawed my nails up his back and curled my pussy toward him, silently insisting he put his cock right back inside me.

He plunged again, a bit faster this time, and I reached down, hooked my hands beneath my knees, and raised my ass higher off the chair, giving him another angle to explore.

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