Page 125 of Fire Fight
Crew stilled his approach, staring down at me from the side of the bed.
“Two,” he answered honestly. “But it’s never mattered. Not like this does. Not likeyou.”
“Okay,” I murmured.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
My man grinned. “Sit up and bend your knees.”
I did so, and he began coiling the rope around my body. Each pass against my skin had goosebumps pricking up all over. First, he crisscrossed it over my chest, under and above my boobs, around between them, then up over my shoulders and back around front, knotting it above my belly button. Two lengths of rope were left, and he lifted one, instructing me to place my hand next to my knee while he wound the rope from my shin and around my thigh, then looping my wrist before tying the end next to the knot at my stomach. Once he repeated the process on the other side, he stepped back to survey his work.
“How do they feel?”
I gave an experimental tug. In this position, any shift I made with my arms only widened my legs, and my wrists were locked in a position that made it uncomfortable to draw my knees together, awkwardly shifting my shoulders forward. The ropes themselves were soft and pliant, as I expected, and he’d wrapped them with enough tension to keep me in place and make it impossible to break free.
I was wholly at his mercy.
“Amazing,” I breathed, surprising myself.
Crew’s answering grin was wicked.
“Hold onto that thought.”
I had no idea what to expect from him now. He could have me any way he wanted, and I’d be unable to stop him. The thrill of having control completely taken away from me was heady and intoxicating.
Crew joined me on the bed, settling between my thighs and leaning over me, forcing my back down onto the bed.
“Think I’ll start here,” he murmured against my lips, then captured them in a savage kiss. He didn’t tease before diving his tongue into my mouth, exploring every hot inch, tangling with mine. I moaned into it, meeting him fervently, nipping at his lips. I hated not being able to run my fingers through his silky hair, and I strained my neck, desperate for more when he backed off. My bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, and he let it go with a growl, altering his course.
I threw myself back down with a huff of frustration.
“Relax, little phoenix,” Crew said as his mouth skated down my neck and over my collarbones. “I’m just getting started.”
With that, he licked a path down my sternum, along the edges of the ropes, and trailed his tongue over the tight peak of my breast. Swirling his tongue around it like I was a damn ice cream cone on a hot summer day, I arched into him, which only made him pull away.
“Oh yes, baby. You’re going to be a goddamn writhing mess by the time I’m done with you. That pussy will be fucking dripping, ruining my sheets.”
Leave it to this man to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could from simply playing with my nipples. The teasing licks turned to gentle nips of his sharp teeth, which morphed into those perfect lips closing around the aching bud and drawing it deep into the warmth of his mouth. My back bowed off the bed, and a rush of desire zapped straight to my clit.
After he’d repeated the same torturous process on the otherside, I was going insane, and he hadn’t even made it below my belly button yet. A sheen of sweat covered my body, the ache between my thighs unbearable.
“Crew,” I whimpered.
His only response was a dark chuckle.
Fuck, this man was going to ruin me.
And I’d happily beg for more.
He ran his mouth over every inch of flesh on my stomach exposed by the ropes, arcing closer and closer to my throbbing core. Dipping his tongue into my belly button, licking a trail across my bikini line, nibbling on my hip bones. All of it carefully designed to drive me mad in the best possible way.
At last, he flattened to his stomach, his face level with my pussy as he settled those broad palms on my soft inner thighs and pressed my legs wider.
Crew exhaled, blowing a stream of cool air right across my soaked pussy, and my legs quivered. I was so keyed up from unspent pleasure that him simply swiping a finger against my entrance to collect my desire damn near set me off. I watched through heavily-lidded eyes as he sucked it into his mouth and sighed, like my taste was exactly the thing he’d been craving for so long.
“Fucking delicious.”
