Page 31 of Rebound

I draw back, unbutton his shirt, and pull it off. At the sight of his ripped torso, I sigh. Firm pecs, defined abs, bulging biceps, the delicious plume of dark hair that disappears into his pants… He’s a work of art, this man, and I could stare at him all day long.

He pulls me against him and seals his lips over mine. His tongue is in my mouth, and his fingers twine in my hair. We lose ourselves in the kiss, both of us alive with fire and passion. He tastes of fine Scotch and need, and he groans loudly when I finally come up for air. My eyes run over his bulky shoulders, his heaving chest, down to the bulge in his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. “I want to taste you.” My voice is unrecognizable, low and husky. Alien. I don’t even recognize it myself.

His nostrils flare, and the bulge gets even bigger. He slowly unbuttons my shirt, gazing hungrily at my breasts. “You want me to fuck your mouth, Amber?”

He wouldn’t normally speak to me like that, but it’s so exciting when he does. And yes, I do want him to fuck my mouth. I haven’t tasted him in at least a year, and I yearn to have that salty tang on my tongue. To lick and suck and stroke in the way I know he likes. To feel the intoxicating power of making him come undone.

Elijah wasn’t the first man I had sex with, but he is the only man I’ve enjoyed it with. He made me feel like a virgin because it was all so new, so very different from what I experienced before. Those experiences were disastrous in various ways, ranging from disappointing to damaging, and it was only when I met Elijah that I realized what all the fuss was about.

It was Elijah who showed me how much pleasure the human form is capable of giving and receiving. He was the first man to make me come, the one who unlocked all my body’s secrets. He was also the one who taught me how to deep throat, and I loved it. I loved how powerful it made me feel, how much it affected him. I’ll never forget the first time I managed to take all of him, the way he looked down at me with a combination of pride and passion. I want that again right now.

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

He nods but still takes his time removing my shirt. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Eventually.”

He unhooks my bra and throws it to the side. His eyes eat me up, and his tongue flicks out across his lips as he gazes at my tits. I think they’re too small, but he’s always told me how perfect they are. When he says it again now, the way he looks at me—I can tell he means it.

He holds my breasts in his palms as he leans down and gently kisses each nipple, making me groan at the contact. His tongue skims them, and I’m desperate for more. This is too soft, too teasing. I want him to suck them, to squeeze them, to sink his teeth into them. He moves his mouth away but continues with his hands, gently massaging my sensitive breasts until I’m a quivering mess before him. My response elicits a smile from him. The man knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I moan, arching toward him, and he picks up the silver necklace I’m wearing. The chain is long, hanging down between my breasts. He lifts the tasseled end of it and brushes the silky strands over my nipples, staring at them in fascination as they pucker even more. Quickly, his touch follows, and the sight of his big hands all over me is so hot I already feel well on my way to orgasm. He rolls my nipples between his thumbs and fingertips, and I squirm beneath his skilled hands, putting mine over his to encourage him.

“Harder?”

I bite my lip and manage a desperate nod. Looking straight into my eyes, he does as I ask, increasing the pressure. Exquisite pain shoots straight from my nipples to my pussy, and I murmur his name, lightheaded from the divine shock of it all. After one last squeeze, he removes his hands from my skin, leaving me bereft and dizzy as I look up at him in confusion.

“I want you down on your knees now, Amber,” he commands. “But first, take off your jeans.”

I do as I’m told, kicking off my boots first and then sliding the denim down my ass and legs.

He spots the slinky black thong I’m wearing and his breath hitches. “Leave your panties on.”

I’m so turned on, so completely at his mercy, that he could tell me to eat the damn things and I would.

My knees sink into the plush carpet as I kneel before him. He circles around and crouches behind me. A shudder runs through me when he lifts my hair from my neck and brushes his lips across my shoulders. I lean into the touch of his lips as he whispers, “I love this necklace you’re wearing. I’m going to use it to tie your hands together. Okay?”

I suck in a surprised breath. We’ve played around like this before, but only a little, and it’s been well over a decade. I loved it then, and it seems I still love it now.

“Is that okay, Amber?” he repeats, his tone stern. “I need to hear you say it.”

I nod shakily. “Yes. That’s okay.”

Satisfied, he gently pulls my arms behind me so my wrists lie at the small of my back, then he uses the long silver chain to tie them together. It’s not too tight, and I could probably break free, but absolutely no part of me wants to. I remain on my knees, waiting and trembling, nipples erect. With my hands restrained behind me, my pussy pounds a needy rhythm that drums through my core.

He moves back in front of me. Turbulent gray eyes roam my body, and his devilish smile makes me shiver. “You are so damn perfect,” he says as he removes his boots. “Eres tan hermosa.”

I haven’t heard the Spanish words in so long, but I recognize them.You are so beautiful.He unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans off. The unbuckling makes my pussy quiver even more, because I know what’s coming next. I swallow audibly as he pulls out his cock, feeling a rush of nerves as he holds it in his hand. Long, thick, as hard as I’ve ever seen it. Can I still do this? I want to, I really do, but I’m uncertain.

Elijah strokes his impressive length, and a pearly drop of pre-cum glistens on its head. I lick my lips, practically tasting it. Yes, I can do this.

“You want this, Amber?” he growls. “Do you want my cock in your mouth? Will you suck me like a good girl?”

As he speaks his filthy words, he circles me, and I try to follow him with my gaze. “No,” he says firmly. “Eyes forward. I just want to admire this rear view for a while before I give you what you’ve asked for. Fuck, you look amazing… Your hands tied up like that? Sexier than any woman I have ever known, Mrs. Smith. And your ass is sensational in those panties.”

Kneeling behind me, he scoops my breasts up in his hands and caresses them. The way his hands and lips skim my flesh has me aching for more. For everything. His chest feels firm and warm, and my heart thrums as his hands float down my body. He slips his fingers inside the black silk of my thong and slides one along my seam. It’s electrifying. “Oh, Elijah…”

“Jesus fuck. You’re so damn wet, baby. I wanted to make you wait, but I don’t think I can resist you. You want to come?”

“Yes!”

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