Page 29 of Bind Me, Sir

“Fuck,” he groaned as my nose buried against his drawn-up balls. “So good, Natalie. So sexy taking every inch of me.”

He slid out, and shoved back in, his hand on my throat caressing his length buried beneath my skin.

“I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop.”

I moaned my agreement and squeezed his flexing forearms as he squeezed my neck a bit tighter while pulling out. The second my nose touched his body again, I swallowed around his length.

“Yes, love,” Jordan groaned, and hot spurts shot into my throat, every short thrust of his hips giving me more to swallow. He cursed a few times, until he finally finished and pulled out, leaving me panting with need once more.

Without a word, he stripped from head to toe, and I wiggled against the altar, trying to ease the ache between my thighs. He untied my ankles, taking time to rub my skin even though I hadn’t chafed beneath the silk.

My hands itched to slide between my thighs, but he pulled me up into his arms as though I weighed no more than a briefcase. I melted into the hard heat of his torso, the scent of his body wash lingering on the smooth skin beneath my cheek.

I wanted him with need that bordered on crazy, but with his hard limits, I expected I would be leaving the estate disappointed and depressed rather than satiated by being allowed the gift of coming around his beautiful cock.

Chapter Fifteen

Jordan

Soft and pliant, Natalie lay in my arms as I moved us into the large bathroom. She had responded beautifully to my touch, and although inexperienced more than most women I’d been with, the woman had a mouth men only dreamt of, a tongue and throat that had pulled my climax from my balls ten times faster than most women accomplished.

I set her on her feet, and she gazed up at me with such longing, an ache knifed through my chest.

“Thank you,” I said, sliding my thumb over her swollen lips even though my own tingled with the need to taste her mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered with a smile, the softness in her eyes something I wouldn’t mind seeing every goddamn day of my life.

Clearing my throat, I turned away and started the shower with its various spouts. Water shot from every direction in the large, tiled area, and I reached for Natalie’s hand.

She laced her fingers through mine and followed me inside. Hot water beat down on us, and I toed the glass door shut, pulling her against my chest. Steam rose around us, and although my head told my body to show her proper aftercare then send her home, I couldn’t do more than study her face. The spattering of light freckles over her nose. The golden glints in her light brown eyes. Perfectly arched brows, cheekbones models paid good money for, full, parted lips, still red and puffy from sucking my cock.

Fuck.

Besides her outer attributes, Natalie’s inner beauty shone by always putting others first, a selfless act worth admiration. She hadn’t been seeking something from me since dinner, but surrendering to my hand, my desires—and I wanted nothing more than to please her, to give her what she craved.

I lowered my head and kissed those lips, limits be damned.

She owned me at the first taste of her mouth—fuck my life. I groaned, tightened my arms around her softness, and licked between her lips, tasting and plundering. She gave all I asked for and more, her fingernails digging into my nape, my scalp.

Natalie needed me in the way I’d always wanted a woman to need me. She could attempt to take me for all my worth, and in that moment, I didn’t care.

That truth slammed into my brain, and I tangled my hands in her hair, tilting her head to the side to better claim her mouth.

She melted against me, all soft, sexy curves, and my cock swelled against her belly. Whimpering and squirming took over her body, and our kiss turned frantic, as though we stood on the edge of death, with only a few seconds left to partake of life.

I didn’t fuck women. Hadn’t for close to five years, but Natalie…

Groaning, I tore myself away. “Let me take care of you,” I force out, trying like hell to calm my raging hard on and thundering pulse. Hands shaking, I took up the loofa and body wash, quickly filling the area around us with the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla.

Natalie trembled as I washed her from neck to toes, saving her pussy for last. On my knees, I stared at the dark thatch of hair, the memory of her sweetness making my mouth water. Her tight sheath had sucked at my fingers as I’d buried them inside her, and my cock leaked to experience the same.

“I haven’t fucked a woman in over five years,” I heard myself say, running my hands up the insides of her thighs, loofa forgotten on the shower’s floor as I widened her stance.

Hands going to my hair, she tilted my head back. The need in her eyes jerked my cock against my abs. “It’s been nearly as long for me,” she whispered, her hair plastered to her head, mascara beginning to run from the steam surrounding us.

I’d never seen such a gorgeous sight.

I slid my fingers along her slick labia, and she bit down on her lower lip. “I want you,” I told her, pushing a finger deep inside her tight heat.

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