Page 30 of Bound Vows
Her hands move lower, ghosting across my stomach and down to my thighs while carefully avoiding where I need her most. Maya’s touch is feather-light and maddening, and when she finally wraps her fingers around my cock, I nearly come undone.
“I wonder what other reactions I can provoke,” she purrs while stroking me with agonizing slowness.
Maya slides off my lap and kneels between my legs, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she takes me into her mouth. The heat and wetness of her tongue destroy my ability to form coherent thoughts, and when she takes me deeper, I grip the chair arms to keep from threading my fingers through her hair and taking control.
“Maya,” I groan as she works me with devastating skill.
She pulls back just enough to speak. “I want you desperate for me.”
“I already am.”
“Not desperate enough.”
Maya returns to her torment, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks of her tongue that leave me gasping. She uses her hands to cup and massage while her mouth drives me toward madness, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, she stops.
“Please,” I beg without shame.
“Please what?”
“Let me touch you.”
Maya considers this request while trailing her fingers up and down my length with the barest pressure. “What will you give me in return?”
“Anything. Everything.”
She smiles and climbs back onto my lap, this time positioning herself so I can reach every part of her body. Maya guides my hands to her breasts, encouraging me to touch her while she continues her slow torture of my cock.
I worship her with my mouth and hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she arches against me with breathless moans. When I lean down to suck one peak into my mouth, Maya cries out and grinds against my thigh.
I lavish attention on her breasts until Maya is trembling and desperate, and her hips move in restless circles as she seeks friction. Only then do I slide my hand between her thighs and discover how wet she’s become.
“So ready for me,” I murmur while stroking through her slickness.
“Andrei, please.”
“Please what, Piccola?”
“Make me come.”
I find her clit and circle it with gentle pressure while she writhes in my lap. Maya’s hands clutch my shoulders as I build her toward release, and when I slide two fingers inside her, she nearly sobs with relief.
“More,” she demands.
I add another finger and increase the rhythm while my thumb works her clit. Maya rides my hand with abandon, with her head thrown back and her body moving with desperate need. When she finally shatters around my fingers, her inner muscles clench so tightly I nearly come from watching her pleasure.
“Beautiful,” I breathe while she recovers.
Maya opens her eyes and fixes me with a look of pure hunger. “Now I want you inside me.”
She positions herself above me and sinks slowly, taking me inch by inch while maintaining eye contact. The sensation of Maya surrounding me drives every coherent thought from my mind. She’s warm and tight and perfect.
“Look at me,” Maya commands when I close my eyes against the overwhelming pleasure. “I want to see you lose control.”
She sets a rhythm that’s torturous and divine, lifting herself almost completely before sliding back down at an agonizing pace. Every movement is meant to drive me toward the edge while keeping me suspended in exquisite torment.
“Maya,” I groan as she increases the pace.
“Tell me what you want.”
