Page 74 of Bound

“And second,” he says, heat slipping back into his eyes, his mouth near enough that when he speaks, the words brush against my lips, dance down my tongue, “I want you to stroke my cock and kiss any part of me you want, but we have time,” he murmurs. “Somuch time for this.”

“I have years to make up for,” I counter.

His mouth twitches up at the corners. “That’s true enough, kitty cat. So, how about for tonight you just tell me one of those fantasies?”

So many.

There have beensomany.

But one stands out.

And…

I don’t hesitate to tell him.

And…

He doesn’t hesitate to make it come true for me.

Slowly dispensing of both of our clothes, kissing me until my breaths come in rapid, short gusts, until my lips tingle and feel swollen. Then moving down to my breasts, sucking at my nipples, sending my nerves alight with sensation, leaving me needy and wet and…

Ready for his mouth when he crawls down my body and licks me between my legs, slowly, like we really do have all the time in the world. Focusing on my clit and using the flat of his tongue to drive me crazy as he fucks me with a finger, in and out, in and out, steady and smooth and unhurried.

I gasp as he slips a second and then a third finger in, knowing he’ll be bigger, that I’ll need the preparation.

And even though, I’m shaking, I’m ready—beyond ready, really—for him. Even though I’m expecting him to draw back after a few minutes, to push inside me and rock us both to completion, he doesn’t.

He’s still taking his time, not in any rush, and?—

“Oh!” I gasp as the orgasm sneakily rolls over me, a wave of sensation that takes me under when I least suspect it.

And still, he’s slow and deliberate, coaxing me through the highest peak of sensation, deliberate as he touches me and draws out my pleasure.

I’m limp when I hear the distant crinkle of a condom wrapper opening, but I manage to peel one eye open.

“We can stop here,” he murmurs, noticing that I’m watching him—because of course he does.

“I want it all,” I tell him, reaching for his arms and drawing him back over me. “With you, I want it all.”

“This may hurt.” A soft apology as he settles between my legs, thumb coming back to my clit, cock notching at my entrance.

“I’m ready.”

He inhales?—

And then he’s pushing inside, my pleasure easing the way, his thumb making me forget about the burn and stretch. I thank God for my vibrators when he pauses, leaving me feeling as though I’m filled to bursting. They prepared me for this?—

Not nearly enough, of course.

But the burn of him inside me is a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

“Okay?” he rasps.

He’s shaking, sweat on his forehead, a wild sort of energy in his body.

But he’s holding on, he’s waiting.

Making sure I’m okay.

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