Page 123 of Sliding Into Love
“Good,” Ivy praised, and a rumbling, almost purring sound emanated from Ethan’s chest as she leaned over him to wrap the cuff around one wrist, then the other. The rough section of Velcro barely touched the soft side, but it seemed to be enough to hold him in place. After a moment of consideration, she decided not to attach the ankle cuffs.
Below her, Ethan slowly moved his head, barely brushing his lips over the soft skin of her breast where the corset had pushed it up into a high mound. His mouth was warm and soft, and Ivy wanted to lean into the touch, but she’d told him not to move.
“Ethan,” she said in warning, and he smiled innocently as his lips touched her again, trying to pass his movement off as him adjusting the angle of his head.
With a quick press of her lips to his, Ivy straightened, sitting upright while still straddling him. Lightly scraping her nails over his chest, Ivy watched as he squeezed his eyes closed in frustration, enjoying her newfound power over him. Leaning forward again, Ivy nipped at his earlobe before kissing her way down the column of his throat and biting harder in the place where his neck and shoulder met, sucking a bruise into his skin. She continued this way, biting and kissing her way down his torso until he was breathing hard and shuddering beneath her.
Bracing her weight on her arms, Ivy slid her body slowly along the length of Ethan’s until her thighs were spread over his. With one finger, Ivy stroked the hot, hard length of him. Every muscle in his body jerked, but her weight held him in place. Again, Ivy stroked him with one finger, circling over the sensitive head before running her finger back down to its base.
“Ivy, please—”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know, I just—fuck,” his words cut off with a groan as she wrapped her hand around him and leaned forward to swirl the flat of her tongue over the thick, ruddy head of him, mimicking the movement she’d made with her hand.
And then she remembered.
“Stay here,” she said, then laughed at his pout and the jerk of his head toward where his wrists were above his head.
Sliding off him, Ivy scampered into the bathroom and returned with the bottle of lube. Ethan watched in fascination as she dripped a small amount of the liquid onto her palm before wrapping her hand around his shaft again. He was impossibly thick and hard in her hand, and she hummed in pleasure as she leaned forward to taste the flavored lube. It tastedexactlylike her favorite cherry hard candy, and Ivy lapped at him enthusiastically, sucking him in further to swirl her tongue. Looking up at him, Ivy watched his eyes zero in on the pretty red circle of her lips wrapped around his cock.
“Shit, fuck,goddamn, Ivy—"
He’d had such a dirty mouth when they’d met, though he’d tried to temper it around the kids. Now, though, Ivy wanted to find that side of him again, so she bobbed her head up and down, hollowing her cheeks and sucking every drop of the cherry-flavored liquid off him. He was so hard, his pulse throbbed on her tongue, and when his body tensed and she knew he was about to come, she just…stopped.
Ethan stared at her, panting and wild-eyed.
“Fuck, Ivy,please, I need—"
Ivy eased her mouth off his cock, and hewhined. Ivy delighted in having made him fall apart so much he could barely breathe. Ethan’s chest heaved and his pupils were so large, his eyes appeared black.
Good, Ivy thought, sitting back on her heels, taking the bottle of lube in hand again, making sure he saw every move she made.
This time, when she dripped the liquid onto her fingertips, she touched herself rather than him, sliding her fingers beneath the tiny scrap of lace hiding her sex from view. Unsurprisingly, Ivy found herself already drenched and ready for him, and she moaned at the feeling of the cool liquid on her fingers mingling with her arousal to coat her clit. Their eyes met as Ivy touched herself. Ethan’s jaw worked in obvious frustration, and his hands clenched and unclenched above the black bands keeping them in place. When she’d decided they’d had enough teasing, she stood and walked to the head of the bed. Ethan’s eyes tracking her every move, and his body jerked as she eased the tiny thong down over her hips and thighs before dropping it to the floor. Slowly, Ivy climbed onto the bed beside Ethan’s head and slung one knee over him to rest beside his outstretched arm, the other mirroring it. It was difficult to maneuver with her legs between his arms, but somehow, she managed until she had herself positioned above his mouth. She didn’t lower herself to his lips, though, until she’d leaned forward and rested on one elbow, taking him in her other hand. Then she shifted her hips and knees enough to lower herself onto his tongue, and nearly in unison, both Ivy’s and Ethan’s tongue stroked over the other.
Ethan’s tongue was wet and hot as he laved over her, sucking her clit between his lips and swirling his tongue over the swollen bud. Ivy moaned as she sank her mouth lower onto his cock, and below her, his hips shifted, bucking and shoving himself deeper into her throat, making her gag. Ethan stopped at her discomfort, but Ivy circled her hips and ground down on his mouth, so he kept licking and sucking at her, drawing out her pleasure until, as she had before, he…stopped.
Ivy hissed a curse; she was soclose.
“Ethan,please.”
His deep chuckle vibrated against her, and it was almost enough to send her over the edge.
But not quite.
“Ethan.”
Then, bending his knees and digging his heels, he pulled, his biceps bulging, until Ivy heard a cracking, tearing sound, and suddenly his arms were wrapped around her waist, heaving her off his face.
“Shit!” Ivy squeaked as he snatched her off the bed.
“Your turn,” he whispered in her ear, sending delicious shivers down her spine and causing even more heat to pool in her center.
Except…except he didn’t put her back on the bed.
Instead, Ethan placed his hands on Ivy’s shoulders, his thumbs rubbing over the muscles and tendons in her neck, making her relax into his touch. Until he slid his hands down the length of her arms, when, reaching her wrists, his hands encircled and quickly drew them behind her back. With one hand, Ethan held her wrists together behind her back, and with the other, he tugged…on her corset ribbons? When the silk looped over her wrists, understanding settled over her. He drew the ribbons tight, testing to be sure her circulation wasn't cut off, but she couldn't escape the way he had. When he was satisfied, he leaned his chin on her shoulder.
“You good?” he whispered against her neck.
