Page 52 of Embers in Our Souls
“Ty, you’re going to make me come,” I say into the dark room.
He adds another finger, finding that special spot that makes me see stars behind my eyes. My back arches then he sucks on my clit. I move my hips at an uncontrollable pace against his face, seeking out the friction I need because this man is making me crazy.
“Yes, like that, fuck.” My thighs squeeze his face in place as my orgasm rockets through me. My vision goes dark and a million little stars ricochet behind my eyes, while every part of my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I’m panting as I start to come down from my release. Tyler is trailing open-mouthed kisses up my body, the wetness causing goosebumps to line my skin. I can’t help the giggle that escapes, a smile of satisfaction marring my lips.
“I could watch you cum for the rest of my life,” he confesses and all I feel is warmth at his words.
“Why do you have your pants on still,” I complain, noticing his jeans still covering his very hard cock. I start to fiddle withthe waistband of his pants, but he stands and begins to finish removing them. His socks and shoes follow along with it.
When he starts to slide his pants and boxers all the way down, his dick springs free and I salivate at the sight. Can a penis be pretty? Because his sure is.
I move to stroke his cock in my hands, thanking myself for the manicure I got a few days ago. The red polish is a stark contrast around his velvety skin. I look up to see his eyes hooded and it spurs me on to keep stroking him.
“Fuck, Indy. Feeling you touching me is everything, but I won’t last. I need to be inside you. I think I’ll need to have these lips around my cock later.” He moves his thumbs along my lower lip to emphasize his point. “But right now, I want to feel your pussy tightening around my dick and milking me for all I’ve got.”
Oh, this man and his dirty mouth. I feel wetter just hearing his words.
His hands move to circle around my throat. I keep my hands moving along his cock while he moves his mouth closer to my ear. “How does that sound, wife? Do you want me to fuck you? You want it slow and soft, or hard and rough?”
I fucking whimper. I swear Tyler lives up to the bad boy image fantasies are made of.
“The rougher the better,” I confess.
“Good girl,” he says, pulling his face a few inches away from mine so I can see a devilish gleam pull at his features.
Before I can register what’s going on, he grabs me as if I weigh nothing and tosses me to the center of the bed.
“Be right back,” he tells me, then stalks off, leaving me exposed.
I crease my brows, curiosity marring my features. He doesn’t leave me wondering for long, his naked body returnsquickly, this time with a bottle of lube, and something else that has my brows shooting up.
“Um, you came prepared.” I balk.
“Well, better prepared than sorry,” he says, his smile telling me he’s more excited than anything. “Plus, after a few years of someone sending me highlighted dirty books, I had references.” He quirks a brow and I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
He places the lube on the bedside table, along with a strip of condoms. How many times are we going at it right now?
As if he can read my mind, he says, “Oh, one is not going to be enough for what I’ve got planned for us, Indy.”
Grabbing the scarf he brought with him, he juts his chin. “You trust me?”
I nod and he grabs my hands.
He brings my arms above my head and ties my wrists to the headboard. I can’t help the surge of excitement that passes through me.
“What if I want to touch you?” I ask him, my voice gravelly.
“That’s the fun, baby,” he says. Once he’s done securing my hands, he kisses the spot where I’m bound. I expected him to be a bit rougher, but his contact is seductive and soft. It surprises me and I feel like melting right here in this spot.
He trails his lips down my arm, then moves down to my ear and jaw, goosebumps erupting on my skin. My nipples harden even more, something I thought impossible. I’m turned on something fierce. My hips begin to grind against his leg, seeking out friction. I pull against the restraints, irritated I can’t touch him. I feel him chuckle against my skin and I grunt in frustration.
“So impatient,” he murmurs.
“I need you,” I insist.
“You have me,” he says between trailed kisses along my skin.
