Page 137 of Bad Enough

“What words?” she asked innocently.

She was hovering just over the tip, precum still leaking from it, the head growing a darker red with each passing moment.

“You said the words ‘cock’ and ‘fuck.’ I’ve only ever heard you swear once. My little Flame doesn’t swear, let alone say dirty words during sex.”

“Well, I can stop if you’d prefer.”

“Stop what? Stop talking dirty? Or stop having sex? Don’t you dare stop either, or I’ll spank your ass raw.”

“Well, I think you’d have a very difficult time doing that, Micah. After all, you’re all tied up and can’t touch me. I can basically do whatever I want. And I want to taste my cock. And it is mine, Micah. Make no mistake.”

Wasting no more time, in one swift movement, she swung her leg back over Micah’s body, but this time with her legs on either side of his head and her mouth hovering over his cock. “Less talking and more licking, Micah.”

She heard a groan from Micah and felt the brush of his hair against the insides of her thighs. His firm tongue muscle slid between her folds, gathering up the arousal that had already been forming and escaping her body. She mimicked his movements by swiping up the fluid his body was releasing, recognizing that eventually, he would need to be slick to enter her.

Sylvan found herself lost in the sensation of his skin under her tongue and the ghost of response he made against hers. She heard a low moan, at first not realizing it was her. Her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue cradling his tip, and she felt saliva pooling in her cheeks. As slow as she could manage, she slid down his length, keeping her tongue connected to his shaft until her lips reached contact with his groin.

Perspiration popped from her skin at the strain of holding back. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her mouth ached with the stretch around him, and his head lodged in her throat, but she was not letting him go because when her lips met his skin, the most amazing feeling began inside her. He had responded in kind by making his tongue a long, stiffened point, and he buried it inside her channel as deep as he could. He began using it to scrape along the roof of her walls, and she felt her insides trembling, tickling, curling up, burning, and then releasing in a tidal wave against his mouth.

An involuntary muffled shriek issued from deep inside her, and she forced herself down his cock just a bit further before she swallowed around the head of it. His body reacted in kind by jerking further into her mouth, releasing what felt like a flood of cum, and his own muffled groans over the sensation. Both refused to withdraw their mouths from the other until their bodies stopped twitching in response.

Sylvan pulled her core up from Micah’s mouth and her mouth from his cock. Not bothering to wipe her mouth from the last of his fluids, she swung herself around one hundred eighty degrees so that she was now facing him. His breath was sawing in and out, his lips and face shiny from her, and she knew that she would look similar. They both would look as if they’d been thoroughly fucked, but they weren’t done yet.

Her hand grasped for his cock, which was still hard despite his orgasm, and she slid herself down its length until she was fully seated, her walls twitching with aftershocks.

“Sylvan,” he groaned. “Need your mouth, princess.”

Hands on his shoulders, she eased down so that their mouths meshed. The kisses lacked finesse, both still grappling with trying to breathe normally. But neither one of them cared because each breath meant moving bodies, and moving bodies meant friction of skin on skin. His cock was still pulsing, her walls were still twitching, and both were desperate to feel that hot rush of pleasure run through their bodies again.

Using her grip on his shoulders as leverage, she raised her weight off of him, sliding up his cock, hesitated at the top, then slid back down and ground her clit against him as she rotated her hips. She repeated the movements, trying to establish a rhythm, chasing the electric tingles pulsing through her bloodstream. Micah was in perfect sync with her—his knees bent to form a V for her body to feel saddled to him and to keep her feeling caged in, his heels digging into the mattress so that he could punch his hips up to meet hers thrusting down.

Sensation after sensation bombarded her. He was the one bound and blindfolded, but suddenly, she was the one who felt restrained. Despite his closeness and feeling safe, she still felt panicked inside. Sylvan collapsed onto his chest, her forehead to his, her hair forming a curtain to block out everything around them. “Micah,” she pleaded, her whisper trembling on her lips.

“Sylvan? What’s wrong?”

She didn’t want to answer. She tried to hold back, but she couldn’t. “Yellow.”

A sudden twist of his hands above his head, his muscles bulged, and there was a ripping sound. Then his hands were free, and he was tearing the blindfold from his eyes. Immediately, he jackknifed upright, swept an arm underneath her backside, and clutched her tightly to him without dislodging himself from inside her.

“Wrap around me, sweetheart.”

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His little Flame didn’t need to be asked twice. She clenched him tight around the neck with her arms, burying her face in his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her thighs gripping his hips.

“What is it, Sylvan?” His hands stroked down her hair, his lips pressing to the top of her head. “Why ‘yellow’?”

“It’s too much.” She admitted the truth. “I should feel free, empowered, but instead, I can’t breathe.”

Gripping her hair in his fingers, he wound it around his fist, tightly but gently, so that eventually she was forced to tip her head back to look in his eyes. “I’ve got you, princess.”

“How do you stand it? I felt so free when we were together before. Like I was flying. It was exciting, at first, to have you at my mercy. But suddenly, I felt weighed down. Oppressed. Weak.”

“Oh, princess, you are the strong one. You. And it has always been you that has had the control.” Smoothing the hair back from her face, he kissed her forehead, a smile on his face. “All the decisions… all the power… it’s always been yours. It has nothing to do with the ropes, or belts, or the control of the orgasms. That just means I listen to you and to your body to know how to give you pleasure. That I’m capable of delivering what you need from me physically.

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