Page 57 of Follow Your Bliss

Her body shifted down and barely squirmed against my erection. I pulled my body further into the sofa and held her tight to hold her still. “Rose, you’re making this really hard.”

“So I felt.” She kissed me again, panting. “I tell you what. I’m going to spend some time with Eddie Rabbit, and then when I’m a little more…” She swallowed hard. “…satisfied, I’ll come back and we can kiss and cuddle. But if you change your mind, just barge in and join the fun.” She kissed me hard then sashayed that fine ass away from me.

I threw my head back on the sofa, my hands over my eyes. “You’re a siren. You know that, right?” My heart was pounding, my whole body was aching for her. Why would I turn down this invitation?

Her arms wrapped around me from behind, one hand sliding down my chest to my belly. I murmuredfuck mewhile she whispered, “Truth or dare?” into my ear. The buzz of it shot straight to my groin.

“Dare,” I croaked.

She gently bit my earlobe, and whispered, “I dare you to come watch me.”

I froze. “Seriously?”

“You heard me. You wouldn’t have to do a thing.”

I shook my head. “If I watch you, I’m gonna want to help you out.”

“I have an idea about that too.” She turned my face toward her and slipped her tongue into my mouth in a kiss, then she went within my line of sight and made a big show of pulling out The Bag, dropping it onto the bed. Unzipping it. Digging around in it.

“What are you looking for?”

She didn’t answer, just rifled through it then held a box out toward me with a raise of her eyebrows. The black fuzzy handcuffs.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “It’d be hard to join in if you couldn’t reach me, wouldn’t it?”

This wasn’t exactly celibacy. It wasn’t exactly not, though. “Okay.”

She broke open the box and pulled me into the bedroom, onto the bed. “Will you take your shirt off? It’ll help me get there.”

I whisked it off without a second thought.

“Hello, Deck Daddy,” she murmured, running her hand up my chest. “Get comfy.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively as she opened up the handcuffs, stopping to read the box.

“Rose, are you into BDSM? Because I might be in over my head.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know yet. This is a first for me too.” She held the cuffs up. “Still want to?”

I licked my lips. “Yeah.”

She closed one cuff around my wrist and threaded the other through the ironwork headboard before snapping it around my other wrist. “Comfy?”

“No, not at all.”

Her face clouded over, and she adjusted the cuffs. “Are they too tight? Want me to take them off?”

I leaned forward and captured her mouth in a kiss. “It doesn’t hurt. I’m just all on edge. Not in a bad way.”

“You can trust me. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. To you,” she amended. “I’ll do whatever I want to myself.” She smiled and kissed me for long, aching minutes. Then she pulled back, looking a little dazed. “Okay it’s really hot kissing you while you’re in handcuffs.”

“Yeah, I’m into it too.” I kissed her again, then she moved out of reach and pulled the Plum Marvel box from the duffle bag.

“Eddie Rabbit,” she said.

I watched her like a hawk. Her panties dropped to the floor from under her dress, and she took out the long, thin wand with a little piece jutting off the side and a bottle of lube, which she applied liberally to the device. She knelt on the bed before me and kissed me again. Setting her bottom down beside my knees, she laid on her back and planted one foot on my shoulder and the other on the headboard. She spread her thighs wide.

“Oh God, Rose.” I could see everything. She was waxed practically bare. Her whole, beautiful sex laid wide open for my eyes alone, close enough to lean down and lick. I shifted against my shorts, trying to find release for the almost unbearably pleasurable pressure.

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