Page 74 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

“Hello, lover,” she said with that soft, sweet Georgia accent. She came to him, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses as she pressed her body against his. “I’ve missed you.”

She leaned up and brushed her mouth against his. Just enough to tempt, not enough to please. Still, his blood heated and his heartbeat sped up.

“Hey,cherie. Are you about ready to head home?”

“Yep. I even have some biscotti for breakfast tomorrow. Your favorite flavor.”

“Chocolate macadamia nut.” The dark chocolate biscotti was a weakness he couldn’t fight.

She smiled. “Of course. Let me double check the locks on the front door and I’ll be ready to go.”

He watched her sashay out of the kitchen and took a deep breath. His body was already craving her. He needed her more each day, and tonight, he would make sure that she would stay around forever.

Cynthia hummed with pleasure as Chris’ hands slipped up over her arms to her wrists. Heat shimmered over her flesh as he teased her. She curled her fingers into the soft red handcuffs he had latched onto her earlier. They’d been her birthday present to him, and they were his favorite cuffs to use on her.

He’d barely touched her, and she was ready to explode. Her attempt to keep herself under control was getting harder by the minute. But it was her lover’s fault. There was something about him tonight. Every now and then she heard something in his voice she couldn’t interpret. Whatever it was, she was responding to it. Chris definitely wanted to be the Dom tonight.

Chris straddled her naked body—he was still fully clothed—and smiled down at her. “Now, rules of the game tonight. You do not speak unless spoken to.”

She opened her mouth, and he chuckled as he placed a finger on her mouth. “Ah, now don’t make me punish you right off the bat,cherie.”

She had to fight the bubble of laughter that welled up in her throat. Although she was sure she’d enjoy whatever punishment he came up with, she wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Being switches, they enjoyed taking turns being in charge. It was always a challenge to see how long the submissive could hold out.

“Good girl.” He trailed his fingers down her arm again. “I have something special for you.”

Excitement surged as he continued down her body, his fingers roaming over her flesh. The room was cool, but her skin was hot. Each inch he covered with his hands burned. It was like this every time, and in the time she had known him, it had yet to dissipate. Every time he touched her, she melted. It had not changed since the day she’d met him.

He bent his head and took a nipple between his lips. His teeth brushed over the tip, then he covered it with his mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the base, his fingers teased her other nipple. Heat surged, her whole body lighting up. Before she was satisfied, he was moving down, his mouth gliding over her flesh. He moved over her stomach. Her muscles bunched, tightening with desire. He broke the tension when he dipped his tongue into her belly button. She giggled in response, but it ended on a moan as he slipped between her legs.

He brushed his thumbs over her slit, then slipped a finger inside.

“Look at me.”

She hesitated and his voice hardened. “Now, Cynthia.”

She did as ordered. As he lowered his head, he didn't break eye contact. He touched his mouth to her pussy, immediately brushing his tongue over her clit. Heat singed along her nerve endings as she shuddered, her orgasm just out of reach. Before she was satisfied, he pulled away and smacked her pussy.

“I didn’t say you could come.”

Cynthia bit her lip to keep from responding.

He chuckled. “You please me, Cynthia.”

She shivered against her rising need. It wasn’t going to take much because she was almost there, but she knew he was in a mood to control. His authoritative tone always got her wet, got her heart pumping. Instantly, she wanted to please him, wanted to be rewarded. No one who saw her act out her Domme role would think she was the same woman. But when Chris took charge, she could give him her trust, her body, and her soul.

Chris spread her legs wider. The cool air washed over her heated pussy. She had to resist the urge to close her legs to relieve some of the pressure. There would be hell to pay if she even tried it, even though she knew it impossible with Chris between her legs. He rested his hand on her mound once again, then he lowered his head and set to driving her insane once more. This time, he didn’t hold back. He slid his tongue between her damp folds, then up to tease her clit. Every bit of tension slipped to between her legs, her body begging for relief. When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he lifted his head.

“Look at me,cherie. Now.”

Lust deepened his accent. She used all of her strength to open her eyes and do as he had commanded. The moment they locked eyes, he slipped his finger between her folds and pressed his thumb against her clit. In that next instant, the dam burst. She screamed as her orgasm rolled through her and she arched against his hand.

She was still shivering from her release when he pulled back and began tearing at his clothes. It only took seconds, but it seemed like forever as he tossed them behind him on the floor. He settled between her legs on his knees. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her up and pushed inside of her with one hard, swift thrust.

His fingers dug into her flesh as he pulled out and thrust back in again. With measured ease, he built her back up, her body tensing again for another orgasm. He pulled her legs up to his shoulders, changing the direction of his thrusts. The tension in her stomach grew, slipped down, and with one fast hard thrust, he pushed her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came. His rhythm changed, sped up, became erratic. She was just coming down from her orgasm when Chris pushed her back over again, her body convulsing with her release. He joined her this time, her name on his lips as he followed her into ecstasy.

Moments later, he released her legs and collapsed on top of her. He freed her wrists and pulled her close to him, his heart beating the same rhythm with hers.

Cynthia came awake slowly. She stretched her arms over her head and enjoyed the pleasant pull of well-used muscles. She knew she should get up, but the bed was so warm and comfy. Still, as she felt herself drifting back to sleep, the scent of tomatoes, pepper and garlic reached her. Her stomach grumbled and she sighed realizing that her body was not going to allow her to be a slug. It was probably close to ten at night and her last real meal had been lunch at about eleven that morning.

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