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The low growl hums from my chest once more. She’s driving me to the brink, and I’m loving it. Loving the anticipation.

I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard.

But I know how to wait for what I want.

And what I want first is to kiss her all over. Taste every inch of her silky flesh.

“I’m going to bind you to the headboard as we’ve done before, face up.”

“Face up?”

“Oh, yes. Face up. I want to look into your warm brown eyes when I take that ass.”

“But…I just assumed…”

“That I’d take you from behind? That was my plan at the club, but this will be much more intimate. Plus, you’ll get to watch. I want you fully engrossed in the experience.”

“Using all my senses tonight?”

“Yes, every last one. This is something I don’t ever want you to forget, Skye.”

She smiles. “I’ll never forget anything we do together.”

I give her a half smile. “You definitely won’t forget this. Lie down on the bed.”

She obeys, nudging the plug in her ass. She lets out a soft giggle.

I walk to my wardrobe and pull out the leather cuffs that I used on her once before. I place them around each of her wrists and then secure them to the rungs of the headboard, giving her only a slight amount of slack. She clamps her fists around the leather rope securing the cuffs to the headboard.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Good. You’re not going to be able to touch me, and that’s how I want it. You need to focus all your other senses on what I’m doing to you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent.” I slide my tongue over my lower lip, just enough to be really sensual. “You look luscious, Skye. Better than the most glorious feast. You’re the only feast I want tonight. A feast for my eyes, my ears, my lips and tongue, my nose.” I inhale. “You’re wet. I can smell your musk already. It’s the sweetest perfume.”

She lifts her hips.

“Easy,” I say. “I’m as anxious as you are, but I’m going to enjoy every morsel of my feast first. Beginning with those luscious tits of yours.”

Her nipples strain forward, as if they heard my words. They’re tight and puckered and ready for my lips, tongue, and teeth. She looks so beautiful in the candlelight. Her skin, dappled with the soft orange glow of the flame, ripples with anticipation. Her hair, spread out like mahogany silk. Her eyes, wide and shimmering with arousal and love, meet mine in a gaze so intense it could shatter glass.

I remove my shirt.

She sucks in a breath.

It pleases me. Pleases me to know she likes how I look, the candlelight flickering over my muscles.

I peel off my jeans and boxer briefs, and out juts my cock, illuminated by the soft glow of the candles.

I’m ready. So ready.

But I won’t be rushed.

I join her on the bed and kiss her lips softly, like a butterfly’s wings. She parts her lips, but I trail mine over her cheek and down the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps. Finally, I get to the tops of her breasts, licking and kissing the rosy flesh. She quakes beneath me, her nipples poised and ready. I stroke her breasts with my tongue and finally close my lips around one.

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