Page 134 of Tied to You
Starting at my ankles, his strong hands slide up my legs, making them instinctively part wide for him. Travis hooks me under my knees, lifting both legs and resting my feet on the table. His fingers then glide under my bum and pull me to the edge, my lower back slightly raised towards him. It’s not comfortable, but seeing the hungry look in his eyes, I know he’s about to feast on me like I’m his last ever meal.
I bite my lip, watching the aphrodisiac before me nudge my thong to one side and look down at my pussy. I can feel my wetness. Judging by the flames now dancing in his eyes, he’s thoroughly enjoying seeing what he does to me too.
Looking at me through his lashes, his head drops and he places the gentlest of kisses on my clit.
I moan, slamming my eyes shut.
“Baby,” he says hoarsely. He does it again, this time eliciting a throatier moan from me. “You’re not going to last very long.”
I blush, forcing myself to open my eyes and watch as he does it again, making my hips buck. “Travis,” I breathe his name.
“Shh,” he tells me, his other hand sliding down my inner thigh. He slips a finger inside me, and a rainbow of colours lights up behind my lids. My hands move to my hair when he adds another finger, steadily curling and sliding them in and out. Jesus. Two weeks was too long. I’ve missed this.
My body gently rocks with his movements, the sensation of every drive of his fingers making my muscles begin to tighten. “This is just how I pictured it,” I say lustfully, my voice quiet.
“What, baby?” he asks, maintaining his steady rhythm.
Pleasure blooms all over me. “Us making friends.”
Travis stops his movements instantly, and I’m left feeling lost. “You thought we weren’t friends?” His voice is gruff, his breath steady.
Looking down my exposed body, I give him a little nod.
Travis leans over me, his arms encasing my head, his elbows resting on the pool table. He presses himself to my body, staring down at me. “After everything that happened,” he gives a subtle shake of his head, “all I kept thinking was, one day I could lose you, and it would all be my fault. I don’t ever want to be the one to hurt you. I want to be the man you need.”
Lifting my head off the table, I press my lips to his, stealing a kiss. “I need you,” I whisper against his lips. “Today,” kiss, “tomorrow,” kiss, “and each day after that. You will always be what I need.”
He scrunches a handful of my hair, pulling me closer to him, covering my mouth with his. He drags his lips over mine, claiming me as my hands fist in his hair, pulling and pushing his head as we hungrily devour each other.
He manages to break away, standing straight and looking down at me. His chest rises and falls. “Now, what else did you picture when I was making things up to you?”
I smile as he naturally begins undoing his belt. “You were definitely naked.”
He cocks a brow, smiling, his fingers undoing the pin. Handsome.
“And you were definitely inside me.”
He stops before undoing the button of his jeans. Lowering his hand, he gently strokes between my legs, making them part wider. “Oh, baby, I’m going to be insideallof you,” he grins a little wickedly as I moan, his eyes flicking to one side, “but first.” Leaning to the edge of the table, one hand still on me, he grabs his glass of Vodka. I watch as he takes a sip, then places the glass back down.
Lowering, he removes my thong then scoops me under my back, lifting me to his mouth.
His name escapes past my lips, deepening to a moan when the ice-cold liquid, seeps over my clit, delicately trickling between my legs. The warmness of the spirit burns a pleasant burn in all the right places, whilst the coolness of it brings my body out in goosebumps. It’s fire and ice colliding, swelling and tearing through every inch of my body.
Heaven.
My hips lift when Travis sucks my clit between his lips, one fingerpushing inside. I cry out, my hands back in my hair as his tongue glides forwards and backwards, pressing and flicking the sensitive nerves that are begging for more of his touch.
“Like that, baby?”
I can’t reply.
He adds another finger.
My body tightens, my clit twitches and swells. Reaching down, I grab a fist full of his hair, threading my fingers through his locks. I push him down onto me, my hips pressing to his face. And I come, a deep, long, throaty moan rippling from my lungs as my body rattles and shakes against him. “Ohhh…” He guides me through my orgasm, steadily bringing me down, his fingers massaging, his tongue steady with its movements.
Panting, I lift my hands to my cheeks, my face hot to the touch.
Travis places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, before working his way over my body, back to my breasts and my neck.
