Page 56 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

Neither of them said a word as he kept his gaze averted. If anyone had seen him, they might say he was the picture of the perfect sub. But she knew better. He fairly vibrated with the need to grab her and throw her on the bed behind him. But he wouldn’t unless she asked.

“Chris.”

He raised his gaze to hers. Desire, lust, whatever you wanted to call it, darkened his eyes, bringing out the golden sparks within their depths. She wanted his submission and the look of quiet defiance in his expression told her she would have to demand it. Worry prickled down her spine, but she fought it away. Chris had to sense she was ready for this, or he wouldn’t push.

She took a decisive step back, letting him know she wasn’t fooled by the innocent look he was giving her. “Now your boxers.”

Her voice had grown throatier, and he smiled. Still, he did her bidding. Once he had them off, he stood before her, completely nude and completely beautiful.

Would she ever get used to seeing him naked? Would she ever get used to the fact that he was hers for the taking? Probably not. Of course he was ready for her, as always. His cock, already hard and thick, curved up to his stomach. She couldn’t resist reaching out and brushing her thumb over the tip. After swiping the pearl of cum off, she lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked. He groaned, but she ignored him, enjoying the salty taste of him.

“Hmm, you taste good, but I tell you that all the time.”

He didn’t say anything, but his nostrils flared, and his fingers curled into his palms. This was killing him, the poor baby.

“You’ve been fairly good, so I will reward you.”

She stepped back, needing the space, and pulled her shirt up over her head. By the time she could see him again, his eyes were feasting on the sight of her bare breasts. The cool air washed over her sensitized skin, combining with his heated gaze, and her control slipped a bit. Trying her best to ignore the need to touch, to jump him and use his body for her pleasure, she drew in a deep breath.

“Lie down on the bed, big boy. I have a present for you.”

He hesitated. His gaze dipped to her breasts, and he licked his lips.

She chuckled. “If you’re a good boy.”

He climbed onto the bed. She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out the set of cuffs she’d bought earlier that day. When Chris saw what she held in her hands, his eyes darkened, and his breathing hitched. The fact that he realized the significance of them warmed her heart. He was the one man who understood her. He comprehended her needs and wants even before she knew what she needed. How could she not love him for taking her for who she was and allowing her to become the woman she wanted to be?

She blinked back tears, knowing this wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Placing the restraints on the table, she shimmied out of her skirt, happy to see the way he watched her every motion, his attention moving to her pussy. She’d kept herself shaved bare because she knew he liked it. It left her flesh sensitive to every movement, more aware of her excitement. Her choice to go without panties had been twofold. She liked the feeling of not wearing anything under her clothes—there was something very freeing about it. The second reason was the skirt she’d worn. The way the fabric had clung to her, Chris had to wonder about the absence of panty lines.

Without a word to him, she grabbed the cuffs, climbed onto the bed, and straddled him. She leaned forward and her breasts grazed his chest. His breath warmed her skin as she unsnapped the cuff and slipped it over his wrist. She threaded the chain that linked the two pieces of leather between the slats of her headboard. With that done, she latched his free wrist with the remaining cuff. When she finished, she slipped her fingers beneath each restraint to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then she sat up, bearing down on his hardened shaft. She flexed her hips, allowing her cream to wet his dick. He groaned, causing her to smile. She couldn’t wait to get that thick cock inside of her, but she wanted to play a bit more.

She touched her mouth to his, sliding her tongue in to mate with his. Hips gyrating, she moved against his cock and had to control the impulse to press harder, to push herself over the edge. She was close. Another gush of cream wet her pussy. Pulling away from the kiss, Cynthia shifted down his body, licking and nipping her way along, enjoying the salty taste of his skin and the scent of his cologne. She reached his penis and sighed. Before meeting Chris, she’d had little to no interest in cocks, or the way they looked. But from their first night, she had become obsessed.

The darkened, flared head of it was wet with another drop of liquid. The pearly color of it contrasted against his mocha-colored skin. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began stroking.

“Ahh, that’s nice, Chris. You do have the most gorgeous cock.” The cum dripped down one side of his cock and she licked it off. Reaching beneath him, she glided her hand over his scrotum and was rewarded when his shaft jerked in her hand.

“Now, let’s see if I can make you happy.”

Chris had thought Cynthia would be dangerous when she realized her potential. He’d miscalculated justhowdangerous. Damn, she was driving him crazy. She’d slowed her rhythm, which had pushed him close to fulfillment, but kept him hovering, not allowing him to go over.

She licked his cockhead again, her tongue pausing over the hole. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

“Open your eyes.” He did as she ordered, looking down the length of his body. “I want you to watch, and remember, don’t come unless I tell you.”

Holy Christ, this was hell. He couldn’t move his hands to touch her. He’d never been so turned on in his life, or so frustrated. What she was doing to him was only half of it. Seeing her take control, the sound of her voice as she stated what she wanted, the way she held herself—they all added up to one major turn on. That, coupled with the magic she was performing with her mouth and hands… He was amazed he didn’t pass out on the spot.

He’d known he loved her, but he’d had no idea just how it would feel to have her claim him in this way. He’d been ready since the moment she stepped into his kitchen…no, since the moment he first saw her in Georgia. He’d known she was the one for him. Deep in his soul, he’d recognized her. Now, she knew, she understood that he was hers. Tenderness and desire blended, threading its way through his veins. Temptation to let go, to just give in to the primal need clawing at his belly, almost overwhelmed him.

Lowering her head, she took the very tip of his dick in her mouth, swiped her tongue over it again and hummed.Holy fucking hell!The vibrations pulsed down his cock, past his balls and spread throughout his body. Her tongue swiped over the head again, then she slipped him further into her mouth. As her plump, pink lips took him in, he groaned. He thrashed his legs as she deep throated him. With each brush against the back of her throat, his body raced closer.

She released him and sat up. The smile curving her lips touched his heart as much as it frustrated him.

“You need to stay still, Chris. You’re distracting me.”

A growl simmered in the pit of his soul. He wanted to touch, to taste. The need to take her, drive into her heated core burned within him. He twisted his wrists slightly, curling his fingers into his palms. Her gaze immediately focused on the movement.

“Those aren’t too tight, are they?” Her tone had softened, her worry warming his heart.

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