I kiss a path all the way up her chest and neck until my lips are lined up with hers once again. “Let you what?” I ask, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.
Just like I want to memorize every one of her smiles, I also want to memorize each one of her moans. Some are loud and untamed; others are soft but shake her entire body with pleasure. All I want is to make her do it more and more until her body is spent from orgasms.
“Let me touch you,” she responds as I pick up the pace of my fingers. I open them inside her, wanting to stretch her as much as possible.
“You don’t get to touch me until you come.”
“Preston,” she whines, her head rocking back and forth. “I don’t want to until you?—”
“Until I what?”
“You’re inside me.” She tries to reach for me again, but I knock her hand away.
I spread my fingers further apart, spreading her even wider as I hook them. “Am I not inside you right now?” Her head falls backward with pleasure. I’m soaking in every single one of her reactions to what I’m doing to her, committing them to memory so I’ll never forget having her just like this.
“You are, but I mean your…” She reaches forward and tries to grab my cock, but I don’t let her. If she touches me, I’ll be done for. One brush of her fingertips against me, and I’ll be buried inside her in a heartbeat. I don’t want to rush this. I want to take my time and savor every second of having her.
“Are you eager for my cock, rebel?” I sigh, reveling in her body’s reactions to my words. “You are, aren’t you? Know how I can tell?”
“How?” she pants.
“Your pussy hugged my fingers nice and tight when I said cock.”
“Fuck me,” she pleads as she lifts her hips from the bench.
“I will, baby. That’s a promise.”
She moans in disapproval when I pull my fingers from her pussy. Her eyes pop open. “Don’t stop.” I love that she begs, not afraid at all about asking for what she wants.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I bring my fingers to my mouth. I stick them inside, pressing my fingertips to my tongue so I can taste her. My eyes close as pure want for the woman in front of me courses through my body.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
“Preston.” I fucking love the way she says my name. It’s needy and filled with so much lust that I almost want to give in and give her my cock to reward her for moaning my name like that.
My cock aches, and I can’t fight it any longer. In one tug, I rip my towel from my hips and let it fall to the ground.
Emma sucks in air, her wide eyes focused on my length. She swallows, her eyes anxiously finding mine. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”
I smile, gently grabbing both of her wrists and placing her hands above her head. “It’ll fit.” She watches me carefully as I pick up the discarded rope from her robe. I begin to loop it around her wrists, binding them tightly together but not enough to hurt her. “But we’ve got to work you up to my cock, baby. Get you nice and ready.” I tie the other end of the rope to a shelf above her head.
She pulls on the restraint, unable to get her hands free. “What is this?” she asks, her voice breathless. She rubs her thighs together, trying to get some sort of relief. It makes me smile, seeing her so needy and ready to come.
“Keep your hands up there like a good girl and I’ll reward you. It isn’t time for you to touch me yet.”
“Why?”
I lower myself to my knees, placing my hands on her tan thighs. My fingertips press into her inner thighs as I push her knees open. “So I can eat this pussy without any distractions.”
Her moan is loud, and I fucking love it. I don’t care if someone is in the sauna next to us or not; nothing will stop me from getting to taste her pussy—to feel her come against my tongue. She tries to close her thighs—to get friction, I’m sure—but I don’t let her. I keep my hands pressed to her inner thighs, keeping her spread wide for me as I admire the view.
“You’re so sexy. You know that?” I lick my lips, practically salivating to taste her. As light as I can, I circle her inner thigh with my callused finger. “I love having you like this. Tied up and at my mercy, your pussy dripping wet and desperate for my attention.”
Her eyelids flutter shut as she runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “Preston, you’re teasing me,” she whines, bucking her hips in protest.
I smirk, letting my fingertips drift even higher. She jumps when I run a finger over her clit. “Can’t help it, rebel. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re being teased.”
Lucky for her, I can’t resist tasting her any longer. I lean in and lick her pussy the way I’ve been dreaming about all day.