Page 49 of No Mercy
Before I can think on it further, she leans forward, her soft lips brushing against mine. The world around us seems to fade as our mouths move together, her kiss a sweet, intoxicating blend of warmth and strawberry. A low groan escapes me, and she takes it as encouragement.
I’m caught off guard when she pushes me back, her hands firm on my shoulders as my back meets the ground with asoft thud. Our lips stay connected, and the urgency between us grows. My hands find her waist, instinctively slipping under her hoodie to feel the heat of her skin. The need to touch her, to be closer, is overwhelming, my body responds to every movement she makes as my cock throbs, begging to be released.
She shifts against me, her hips pressing down in a way that sends a sharp thrill through my body. My grip tightens, torn between wanting to let her take the lead and fighting the urge to take control myself.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her lips glistening, her breath ragged as she stares into my eyes. “Axel,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of breathlessness and determination, “use the rope.”
Her words send a jolt through me, and I don’t hesitate. In one quick motion, I sit up, pulling her with me. Her legs wrap around my waist as I stand, my hands steadying her, keeping her close. Within seconds, I’m kissing her again, driven by the addictive pull she has over me, like she’s a new drug made just for me.
She gasps against my lips, but I don’t stop, dancing my tongue with hers, tasting the desire and the desperation in her kiss.
Another moan releases from her as I push her back against the tree behind her. Releasing her lips from mine, I gently leave a trail of my lips down her neck, claiming every inch of her as mine as I untie her hands from the rope. Between me and the tree she stays supported as I move her hands towards the low branch above us. She doesn’t stop me as I tie her hands around it with the rope. Once done, I take a step back, admiring her from a few steps away.
My eyes roam over her, taking in every detail as she stands trapped to the tree. The curve of her lips as they part, casting a spell on me to come back for more. The flush of red that creeps down her neck, disappearing under the edge of the hoodie thatis begging to come apart from the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She looks up at me, her gaze steady as something sparks inside her eyes. Trust, desire and vulnerability.
“You look like you have something in mind,” She says, her voice steady but teasing, as if daring me to come closer.
I take a step towards her, showing that I’m willing to play her little game. My fingertips tracing her arm towards her bound wrists. The rope feels sturdy under my touch. Pride flows through me at the control I’ve taken back but also the trust she has in me.
I lean slower, my mouth brushing her ear, “Maybe I do.” I whisper. Kissing her neck once again, I feel her tremble under my touch, her body giving me the reaction I’ve been craving for. “Maybe, just maybe I can’t resist looking at you like this, and wondering how far you’ll let me go buttercup.”
She takes a deep breath, trying to not show me any reactions but her body betrays her. I reach under her hoodie, moving my hand towards the line of her trousers as my hands sink underneath the material. “Tell me to stop.”
But she doesn’t. Instead, her body arches towards mine, the sound of the branch straining as her fingers curl around the rope pulling it tighter.
I let a low laugh escape me as she pushes against me.
“Axel, please.” She begs.
Now what kind of man would I be to ignore my girl's wishes?
It doesn’t take much for me to lose full control. I push myself away from her, dropping to my knees, pulling her trousers down with me. The breeze of the wind brushing past me as I watch bumps rise across Eva’s skin.
Picking up her legs, I place one over each shoulder before moving her lace underwear to the side.
Taking one last glance at her, I see her watching me closely as I give her one last smile before diving forward, needing to taste her.
Her legs tighten around my shoulders, pulling me closer as I work her with my tongue, I go slow at first, teasing her clit, waiting as her small gasps turn into moans. I want the whole fucking forest to hear her moaning my name.
Each sound she makes sends heat powering through me, urging me to make her fall apart completely.
Gripping her thighs tight, I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue in circles that makes her hips jerk against my shoulders. Her body trembles as her wrists strain against the rope as it anchors her in the air.
“More” She cries, her voice raw with need.
Her words fuel me as I press deeper, switching between flicking and sucking. Needing to know which she prefers more. Her moans rise in pitch, mixing with the sound of birds fleeing around us from their perch.
Slowly I push a hand up her thigh, sliding between us to press a finger inside her, moving it in time with the rhythm of my tongue.
She reacts instantly, her back arching forcing me deeper against her. “Yes” She gasps, her voice trembling as I add another finger, stretching her as I work her closer to the edge.
I take a moment to look at the beauty unfolding above me as I worship her on my knees. Her head is thrown back against the bark of the tree, completely consumed by the moment and I can’t help but smile against her.
“You’re close,” My voice muffled against her skin, her body tightening around my fingers telling me I’m right but I’m not done yet.
I pull my fingers away causing her head to snap up, a desperate whimper spilling from her lips. “Why-” She starts, buther words die as I stand, towering over her, the fire in her eyes meeting the hunger in mine.
I push my joggers away, her eyes widening as I free my cock, her lips parting when she sees me stroking myself, slow and deliberate just for her.
