Page 75 of Take My Breath Away
“I believe you.”
My heart jumps.
Trust.
He’s placing all his trust in me, giving himself over completely to my protection, trusting me to be honest with him, trusting me not to hurt him and to keep him safe.
I’ll keep you safe, I’ll never, ever betray your trust…
His face swims out of focus and I blink hard to bring him back in.
Straddling him, I lean forward to kiss him. I take my time, letting him taste my promise. I could kiss him into forever and beyond. Perry’s nervous, I feel it in the light tremor running through his body, but he’s not the only one because my heart’s thundering, its erratic beat booming in my ears.
I guide his arms, taking them above his head. Crossing them at the wrists, I slip the tie around the heavy struts of the wooden headboard, threading it through and circling it around his wrists a couple of times in a loose restraint, before tying the ends in a bow.
“O…oh,oh yes,” he breathes, as I nuzzle into his neck, his back arching upwards. I shift lower, scraping my front teeth over the skin just above his collar bone. He squirms and hisses, as his body writhes.
“You bastard.” His moan is laced with laughter as he wriggles beneath my onslaught.
“But I’m being so nice to you. Very nice, like this.” I suck at the fine, thin skin along the edge of the bone, teasing it out, pulling it hard.
“No…” he cries, but it turns into a shuddering breath and a throaty groan as he rocks into me, dragging his needy cock over my own, sending a lightning strike to my balls and turning up the heat on my own need.
I take a breath, a tiny break to bring myself under some kind of control. I’m on the edge and all it would take is the smallest nudge to send me hurtling over with nothing but my own pleasure in mind. But this isn’t about me, this is all about Perry and the trust he’s placed in my hands.
My head’s clearer but only just, as I make my way down his body, meandering across his chest. It’s smooth, the skin creamy with a scattering of freckles linking the dark pink circles of his areolae surrounding the hard nub of his nipples.
They’re too good to resist, and I mouth one, and then the other, switching between the two, sucking hard and long as under me Perry gasps and whimpers and ruts into me, his cock iron-hard and hot, the head wet and slippery.
“Christ, James, you’re a fucking sadist,” he says, through gritted teeth, bucking with rising desperation into me.
I cast a look up at him, and Jesus, but it’s all I can do not to come here and now. Puffy, pillowy lips, damp and bruised looking; his face flushed and sweaty; hair glued to his brow; eyes brimming with dark storms. He looks wrecked, broken almost, and he takes every one of my breaths away.
Working my way down, across his lightly muscled stomach, nosing my way through the dark treasure trail leading down from his belly button all the way to the light covering of hair between his legs.
“James, please…” His name on my lips is little more than a plaintive whine as he rolls his hips, canting himself up in a frantic demand for me to give him release.
“Not yet, baby, not yet.”
He answers with a moan that’s almost a growl, and mutters words questioning the legitimacy of my birth, and I smile as I lick a long, wide stripe from the base of his cock to its weeping head.
Licks and kisses, sucking and tasting, nuzzling his length, breathing in the hot musk of his need. His cock could tempt an angel, but I’ve never been that. I shift and position myself between his knees. Grabbing a pillow, I push it beneath him, raising him up. Perry opens his legs, his entrance exposed and waiting. I look up and our gazes fix and lock. He smiles, full of faith and once again my breath catches knowing that he trusts me with every ounce of his being.
Running the tip of my tongue around the rim of his hole, the muscle responds with a nervy, fluttering pulse. I lick and lave, drenching him with my spit. With the tip of my tongue I press, advancing, retreating, advancing again, pushing forward a little more until I breach him.
Groans and broken sighs fill the air, and whether it’s me or Perry or both, I don’t know, as I push deeper and fuck him with my tongue.
Clenching my eyes closed, the darkness speckles with white pinpricks as I savour his bitter, musky heat. Withdrawing, I push his legs wider, opening him more, his taint and the tender skin of his hole wet and glistening. I breathe in deep as I push my face into him, licking, kissing, sucking, running my hands across his thighs, his hips, caressing his heated skin, wrapping a hand around his cock, riding him with my fist as he rides my demanding tongue.
I tear myself away. The need, overwhelming and irresistible, to be inside him, to feel his heat and the hard pulse of his muscles around my cock can no longer be held back, as unstoppable as a storm wave crashing onto the shore. My heart’s all but pounding through my ribs and my breathing’s out of control. Scrambling for the condom, I rip the foil off with clumsy fingers.
“We don’t need that.” His voice is rough and stops me in my tracks. He’s glaring at the condom between my fingers.
I hate the fucking things, but I’m scrupulous about my health. I should say no, that there’s no debate, that I never—
“Don’t we?”
He shakes his head.
