“What is it, Baby Girl?” I stroke my cock, enjoying the way her lips part with hunger when I do it. “Do you want this cock?”
She nods. “Yes. Right now, please, Liam.”
Something about the way she says my name, the pleading in her voice, flips a switch in me that I don’t think can ever be put back. I am fully feral now, an animal that can only comprehend one thing—Marley’s pleasure.
Emitting what I can only describe as a possessive growl, I scoop her luscious body off the sofa and carry her to my bedroom in three steps. Laying her on the bed, I kiss her hard, with the bare hunger I’ve been feeling in this room at night, just a wall away from her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, pausing only to retrieve a condom out of my side table and roll it on.
The millisecond I’m done, I position myself between her thighs and kiss a path up them to her heated core. The moans and squeals she makes are my new favorite sound. The way she grips my hair in her fingers is my new favorite feeling. I slip a finger inside her and lift to watch her face. Her lips part in pleasure. “You want more, Marley?”
“Yes,” she pants, her voice catching as I push another finger inside her, stretching her slightly to help her adjust to my cock. She’s unbelievably tight—so tight, I’m a little worried about hurting her. “But…”
I freeze at the last word. My heart thundering in my ears. I pull my fingers from her and back away from her, praying that I haven’t done anything wrong. I swallow around the lump forming in my throat as my brain already tries to convince methat tonight has already been amazing and I shouldn’t ask for more. “What is it?”
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “I want,” she lets out a breath as if she’s irritated with herself for being unable to get it out.
“Beautiful, say it,” I reassure her. “If you want to stop, it’s okay.”
She shakes her head, “No, it’s not that.”
I try to cover my relief but I’m pretty sure it can be seen from the top of Paintbrush Peak. “Then what is it?”
She clears her throat and nods as if she’s trying to psych herself up. “You said something about tying me to…uh…the bedposts…and I would, um, very much like to try that.”
Bury me and put that sentence on my headstone because I have a feeling I’m not recovering from this moment.
“Liam,” she says after I’ve frozen for upwards of five full seconds. “Did I say something wrong?”
I shake my head clear and meet her worried gaze. “No, beautiful. But you did make me harder than I’ve ever been before.”
Her eyes flash before they trail down to my aching cock. “Really?”
“Really.” I lean forward to kiss her lips before I climb off the bed to retrieve a soft velvet ribbon from the bottom drawer of my dresser. It’s a dark rose pink, like her lips and when she catches sight of it, I can feel her need. It’s palpable.
I turn toward her, feeling the silky texture in my fingers. “Are you sure?”
She nods several times. “I don’t know how it works. Will you teach me?”
Fuck,didI die? “Absolutely.”
I hold up the ribbon. “We’re going to start with velvet and satin. And I’m going to tie both your wrists with a double-column knot.”
“What’s that mean?”
I grin and sit on the edge of the bed, swimming with excitement over the chance to teach this gorgeous woman a little bit about Shibari—even without the rope. “It means I’m going to tie both of your wrists together and to the bed. The knot does not tighten when you pull on it, so it should be restrictive but comfortable. Does that sound okay?”
She nods quickly and puts her wrists together over her head. “Like this.”
“Jesus Marley, you are going to put me in an early grave. You are so fucking sexy.”
Her happy little grin nearly ends me. “Maybe that was my goal all along.”
I chuckle and drape the ribbon around her wrists. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” I tell her gently, carefully tying the knot with three finger widths between the ribbon and her skin. It’s so important to make her first time good.
She watches me with trusting eyes as I secure the ribbon to the headboard, securing her arms over her head, but not so tight they’d be uncomfortable. “Try it out.”
Blushing a little, she pulls on her wrists and lets out a sexy whimper when she can’t move them very far. “Oh God,” she says, her eyes flashing to me. “Oh god, this ishot.”