Page 57 of Sassy Bennett Doesn't Do Romance

“Stop worrying.” He takes my face in both hands and kisses me gently on the forehead. Then he kisses each cheek, my nose and eventually my mouth. I kiss him back, losing myself in the safety of his lips. I may not be comfortable in this romantic setting, but if I close my eyes, I can let myself relax a bit. It’s just Colt. My Colt. And everything is ok.

Our kiss grows deeper and I feel the familiar tug of need for him. I reach down to the hem of his shirt, about to pull it off him, but his hand closes over the top of mine, stopping me.

“Let me lead the way tonight,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine. I release the material and let him kiss my neck. Colt reaches down and takes my dress in both hands, pulling it up gently. I raise my arms, letting him undress me. He drops it to the floor, then takes one step back to look at me. I’m standing here in a matching lace bra and panty set and as Colt drinks me in, the look on his face makes me glad I went to the effort of choosing something nice to wear. He steps towards me again, his warm hands going to my back, deftly unsnapping my bra. He guides the straps down my arms, unveiling my breasts, and drops the lacy material on top of my dress on the floor. I shiver slightly as he looks at me again, his eyes dark with want. I reach for him, wanting to pull him close to me, but he pushes my hand back down to my side. Then he kneels before me.

“I could worship your body, every day for the rest of my life Sassy,” he says, his voice thick, making the pit of my stomach clench with desire. He kisses my bellybutton, his lips like feathers across my skin. His fingers hook the waist of my panties and he drags them down my legs, still kissing my stomach, until I kick them off. I’m completely naked and he hasn’t undone even one button yet.

His mouth moves south, travelling down past my navel, but stopping before it reaches where I really want him most.

Colt stands and leads me to the bed. We both lay down—me on my back and him hovering above me, still fully clothed. He dips his head and kisses my neck and I swear there’s a direct line from that to my centre, which is now flooding with desire. His hands are on my breasts, tugging at my nipples, and I let out a soft moan. I reach between us and find his erection straining through his pants. Colt puts his hand over mine to stop me from touching him.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, pulling his head out from my neck. “I told you I’m in charge tonight. Are you going to follow orders, or do I have to tie you up?”

My eyes widen, and a roguish grin takes over his face.

“Does that excite you, Sassy? The idea of being tied up?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I’m always the one in charge, so I’ve never done that before.”

Colt gives me a quick peck on the nose and then gets up suddenly, leaving me here, naked, on a bed of rose petals. He goes over to his drawer and pulls out some long, silk scarves.

“Why on earth do you have those?” I ask, and then immediately wish I hadn’t. I don’t want to imagine Colt using those with anyone else but me.

Oh no, I think to myself, is that a spark of jealousy? It’s an emotion I’m unfamiliar with.

“I bought them for tonight. I knew you’d need restraining if I want to be in charge.”

He wraps the soft silk around one of my wrists. Then, threading the material through the posts on the headboard, he ties the end around my other wrist. He has secured my arms together above my head. I try to move them and am surprised to find the silky material is strong and sturdy. I’m not going anywhere. He’s still holding another scarf and I look at him in question. He smiles, then leans forward and gently ties it around my head, covering my eyes.

Here I am, naked, incapacitated and not able to see. I’ve never been so vulnerable. I can hear noises and assume Colt is finally undressing himself. Crossing my legs at the ankles, I swallow. My core aches from being so aroused, but I’m also nervous. I’ve never let someone take charge in the bedroom before. Being blindfolded means I don’t know if he’s staring at my body. And while I’m not shy when strangers watch me strip, it’s different when I’m not the one controlling the narrative. I squeeze my thighs together, as both yearning and coyness battle it out within my body.

The bed moves as Colt climbs on and I can sense him hovering above me. His lips are on my mouth again and I kiss him back urgently, getting a sense of security from his touch. Then he moves away from my mouth and leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck, my décolletage, my breasts. As he moves down my stomach, my belly button and over my hips, I’m on fire, waiting for him to reach his destination. But he skips the best part and instead makes his way down my legs. I whimper in disappointment. My thighs are sensitive and I enjoy having his mouth on them, but I crave attention between my legs.

Colt trails a finger lightly down me until he reaches my crossed ankles. He takes one in each hand, uncrossing them, then spreading them so I’m open for him. He stills, and I can only assume he’s looking at me, splayed for him, and a blush creeps up my neck as I wonder if he can see just how wet I am. But even the pinch of embarrassment can’t stop me from tilting my hips with need. A sigh escapes my lips. I need him inside of me right now.

Colt pushes my ankles so that my knees bend, then he rests his forearms on my thighs, exposing me and keeping my legs wide apart. His soft lips land at my centre and he licks the entire length of me, slowly, confidently, and I cry out. He does it three more times, each one driving me more insane than the last, before he pushes his face into my softness. His mouth and nose press into me, lapping at me like I’m the first drink of water he’s had in a week, and I arch my back, gasping. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Releasing it, he moves to my entrance, entering me with his hot tongue. I groan and try to move my hands to his head, wanting to push him harder into me, but my arms are stuck. I forgot he bound them and I’m completely at his mercy.

Replacing his tongue with his fingers, Colt hooks them inside of me and plants his mouth firmly back on my clit. I push my hips up to meet him, wanting him to keep going but also needing more at the same time. I grasp onto the silk material around my wrists, wishing I could grab onto his hair.

“Colt, please,” I pant. “I need you in me. I want you to fuck me.”

Colt stops what he’s doing. “Sassy, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“What?” Disappointment crashes down around me. Is he going to walk away and leave me tied up here, slick from wanting him, as some kind of sick joke?

“I’m going to make love to you.” He says, and I frown. I don’t ‘do’ making love. I fuck. And he knows it. But before I can object, his face is back between my legs and I’m lost in the bliss of him pleasuring me. His fingers are back inside of me, sliding in and out, while his tongue flicks over my clit. Then he switches, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue, and drawing lazy circles around my clit with his finger. He’s swirling his tongue inside of me, drinking up my wetness, when he presses his finger down onto my clit. The sensation of him rubbing it, the hardness after all of his gentle teasing, has my back arching off the bed and me calling out.

“Yes, Colt, yes!” I cry, bucking my hips and clenching my fists around the silk bindings. The orgasm swells from deep inside of me, making my toes curl and my tummy clench. Colt doesn’t let up, knowing that he’s pushing me over the edge. A moment later, the climax breaks inside of me. Waves of pleasure roll through my body, making me shudder against his tongue until I’m spent. My body slackens.

Colt shifts and I sense him near my face. He gently removes the silk material from around my eyes. I blink in the candlelight, still catching my breath. I was right that he removed his clothes earlier. He’s naked, and by the looks of his erection, he enjoyed what just happened almost as much as me. He lies on top of me and I can feel his hardness, but he isn’t entering me. Instead, he kisses me slowly. I can taste myself on his mouth and it’s not the turn off I thought it would be. He caresses my breasts while we kiss, and I want to run my hands over his hard abs and smooth back, but I can’t move.

“Can you untie me so I can touch you now?” I ask and he looks at me.

“Can you be trusted?”

“With what?” I frown.

“With letting me still be in charge? I’m going to make love to you now, Sassy, and I don’t want you trying to take over and fucking me instead.” His eyes crinkle at the edges and something inside me melts.

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