Page 90 of Those Who Are Bound

He blew lightly on her engorged sex, eliciting a shiver. “Calm down.”

“I can’t,” she protested, looking up at him. His expression was predatory, victorious, and pleased. He had every right to look triumphant. Not one minute beneath him, and she was begging for him to let her come. She didn’t care.She didn’t care that he was watching her writhe for him as he slowly stroked himself with one hand, the action making her even hotter.

When she reached for his cock, willing to assist him, he gently steered her hand away with a feral grin, watching her torment. He was enjoying seeingher arousal, knowing he had her on edge so quickly. He was reveling in it. And the longer he made her wait, the stronger her need for him became.She was forced to lie there, open to him, vulnerable, her helplessness before him working her up instead of calming her down; he was studying her, visually caressing her, watching her breath hitch, her hips jerk.

“Please, Jonah,” she finally begged, the wanting making her dizzy. She inched her hand down toward herself, over her stomach, the need to be relieved overwhelming. Her body was a live wire; the hunger, the ache, his denial, were wonderfully agonizing.

Jonah leaned over and grasped her straying hand with an, “Uh-uh.” Moving it away, he bit a pointed peak, then laved gently as she arched against him, wanting more. He ghosted his fingers down her ribs. She used her leg over his shoulder to pull up toward him, urging his fingers where she wanted them. He skated around to her thigh, and she nearly burst into tears at the evasion.

But he was moving his mouth down, down, kissing her stomach, her abdomen. She twisted, she struggled, she begged, “Please, please, please.”

His mouth found her clit at the same time he thrust two fingers inside.

She shattered. His hot mouth sucking; his tongue flicking; his fingers thrusting. Her body tightened, her brain ruptured in blinding whiteness, her body exploded. The yell ripped from her throat sounded foreign, a deep cry of relief.He drew it out for her, crescendo after crescendo that had her legs quivering, back arching off the bed, and fingers digging into his hair.

So long. It’d been so long.

And then it had never been like this. She had a hard time catching her breath, gasping out his name, his mouth still drawing out her orgasm as she trembled beneath him. “Jonah, please.” Now she was begging for mercy as she continued to thrash beneath him, slammed over and over again with delirious delight. He was going to kill her with this, but god—the sweetest way to go, from his mouth.

Jonah eased back and kissed the inside of her thigh. He looked up at her as she panted, her body glistening. “Sweetest taste, Elliott.”

Elliott lost her breath again, from both his words and the sparkle in his eyes that blazed even in the darkness.

Moving again, he slipped her leg from his shoulder as he crawled up her body, licking her stomach, grasping her breast and pinching a taut peak. He sucked at her neck as she arched upward, turning her head toward him, eager for his mouth on hers.

Catching her gaze as he came even with her, he said, “My turn.” And as his mouth crashed into hers, his cock slammed forcefully home. She arched upward under the suddenness of his intrusion, her gasp drowned beneath his lips; a surprise, but a most welcome one. He buried himself swiftly and fully inside her, her knees rising and falling wider to take him in farther. He stilled for only a moment, allowing her to adjust to the size of him, her muscles contracting against him, the slight shifting and tiny sounds they both made assuring each other of their mutual satisfaction.

“Sweet Jesus,” he rasped against her lips.

Elliott wrapped her legs around his waist, using her heels to try to draw him in even deeper, eliciting a pleased groan from him. Placing her arms around his neck, she wriggled beneath him. She loved the weight of him on her, in her; the feel of him stretching her; he filled her completely.

And when he started moving in her, her head dropped back, and she cried out from the intense pleasure from the friction that the fierceness of his movements created. He’d said it wouldn’t be gentle, and he’d meant it. There was no tenderness. He buried himself as deeply as he could; roughly, his hips rocking fiercely.And she thrilled to it, hanging on, her breasts bouncing with the titillating force.

He reared back, towering over her, gripping her hips and dragging her up over his thighs as he knelt between her legs, furiously working into her. Fucking her, as he promised, hard and fast. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her bottom bouncing along his legs. She almost laughed, looking at her raised pelvis in his lap, the literal visual image of him banging her.

But humor fled as her eyes rolled back with each successive thrust. Her toes curled, her body coming apart beneath him, and he watched her intently, his jaw tight. She grasped at her own bouncing breast, squeezing as she arched her back.

“Jonah, I’m….” She bucked beneath him. How could he get her to orgasm again so quickly? How could her whole body be buzzing with electricity, ready to burst so soon? But he had her there, on the edge, her body taut, her legs shaking. She let out a sound foreign to her, a low hum accompanied by a long shiver.

Jonah grinned, not pausing in his cadence or ferocity as he watched her. “That’s right, kitten, purr for me.”

His voice—his words—completed it, and she fell to pieces again, her whole body participating as she was sent into orbit, and then as rapidly, hurtled back to Earth to slam into a body that was still caught up in unending bliss. She reached blindly for him. “Jonah!”

Jonah yanked her up onto his lap, into his arms, and kissed her brutally. She was malleable in his arms, devoid of strength in that moment even as he remained rock hard inside her. He held her tenderly as he slowly moved in, then out of her. Her body slowly met his cadence, exhausted but still welcoming him, drenching him, instinctively wanting to please him. Her head fell onto his shoulder as she panted, letting out a soft moan.

He stroked her hair and kissed her neck. Moving his lips to her ear, he instructed, “On your knees.”

Elliott’s muscle walls constricted around him in renewed excitement at his words. He let out a low sound, holding her tightly to him as his dick twitched at her grip around him. She was thrilled knowing she affected him as much as he affected her. Breathlessly, she whispered, “I don’t know that I have the strength.”

He chuckled, “You have it. You’re squeezing my cock off right now.”

She offered a soft laugh, too, and then reluctantly moved from his lap, breaking their contact. Obeying him, she moved onto all fours, looking back over her shoulder. His expression as she did so was one of blissful torture. Moving behind her, positioning himself on his knees, he caressed her rounded ass, squeezing its perfect plumpness before delivering a sharp slap, then caressing again.

“Perfect, Elliott. You’re perfect.” He smacked her again, followed by an appreciative squeeze of the supple flesh and a soothing stroke.

Elliott dropped her head at the smack on an intake of air, the brief spike of pain sensual and overwhelming. She rotated her hips back toward him, inviting, more drenched for him than she had been seconds before. The ache for him to fill her again was unbearable. He placed his hand in the center of her back and gently pressed her down so her ass was in the air, and she was completely exposed to him. She shivered in delight and anticipation.

Jonah dipped his fingers inside her, eliciting a drawn-out hum of pleasure as he did so; her muscles locked on his fingers and squeezed, as they had his cock. Pulling out, he used her slickness to explore her backside, pressing against the puckered opening. She sucked in a shocked breath, then held it. But she didn’t move away from him.

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