At the last minute, I trip over my own shoe, my feet tangled up in my discarded jeans, and I lunge for the sofa, holding on to her waist and taking her down with me, so my fall ends with me on my back and her sprawled all over my chest.
We laugh and kiss and laugh some more. But as we emerge from the moment, the fire is still there between us, still there in her eyes, nicely banked.
‘Perfect,’ she says. ‘This is exactly where I wanted you.’
I sober at the reminder she’s in charge, my punishment for careless words. Not that lying under this naked woman is in any way a negative. But old habits die hard, and I can’t help but wonder. ‘What are you going to do with me?’
‘I’m going to take care of you.’ She kisses me, a lazy, decadent feast of lips and tongue and her sexy little moans. She straddles my thighs, loosening the hair tie from her hair so her ponytail spills free. There are two of them. I watch in fascination and mounting excitement as she loops them together and slips one around each of my wrists, sparkling eyes returning to mine. ‘It’s symbolic—I know you could easily snap them if you wanted to.’ Her hand delves between her legs, gripping and tugging my cock. ‘I’m going to make you feel good.’ She holds her breath for a beat or two and then says, ‘Is there any reason I can’t take care of you without the condom?’
I swallow hard, struggling to look away from the exquisite and candid beauty of her eyes, the thought of being inside her bare shutting down at least eighty per cent of my brain. ‘No—I care about you.’ I cup her face, my wrists still bound, fighting the urge to pull her mouth back down to mine for another kiss. ‘I’d never put you at risk.’
‘Me neither. And I’m on the pill.’ She smiles and then holds my face between her palms, her fingertips gliding into the hair at my temple with such tenderness I go completely still. ‘I’m going to remind you that it’s okay to let someone be there for you, to hold you up or catch you when you fall. That you don’t have to be strong alone. That’s it’s okay to trust me like you say you do.’
She rises up a fraction, her eyes hypnotising, and slides the head of my bare cock back and forth through her wet folds, the friction almost too good.
‘Blair—’ I bite out a warning, clarity over what she wants from me, that she sees me so clearly, stripping me bare. Because physically I do trust her—fuck, I’d bend myself into a pretzel shape if that’s what she wanted. But the emotional stuff? The feelings I’m too chickenshit to probe? Handing her that much power...?
Her hand slides across my chest, her fingertips trailing through my chest hair until her nails dig into my clenched pec.
Her voice when she speaks carries the same, hypnotic, lulling tone. ‘You’re so big and strong. Powerful and in control. You make me feel small, somehow cherished, just with a look or a simple touch. I want you to feel the same way.’
The fantastic torture to the head of my cock continues as she rocks her hips over me, and it takes everything I am not to plunge inside the tight, wet haven that awaits me. To take over, to block out her words, her caring until the pleasure swallows everything else—my concerns, my doubts, even my emerging feelings.
‘You take care of everyone,’ she says, ‘carry more than your share of the load.’ Her finger covers my mouth, stopping the interruptions sitting there. ‘For the next few minutes you’re mine, to do whatever I choose with. Don’t speak unless it’s to tell me how good something feels.’
And before I can agree or disagree she scoots lower between my legs and takes my wet cock into her mouth. My hips buck—I can’t stop them—and she smiles, humming out encouragement and gripping the base of my erection until my vision tunnels. Everything stops—the noise of distant traffic and the hum of lawnmowers, the constant stream of thoughts and lists and ruminations plaguing my mind, even the shame of hurting this wonderful woman and the desire to make amends. Because everything becomes Blair and the wondrous things she’s doing to me, the feeling of letting go and being worshipped.
My entire body is board-stiff under her, every muscle clenched as she sucks me down and watches my every reaction. Just when I start to buck my hips up off the sofa, chasing the paradise she promised, she stops, slides into position over me and sinks until I’m buried to the hilt inside her sweet, tight pussy.
I groan aloud, my mind blank, every brain impulse focused on the firing of pleasure centres. With a crunch of my abs I sit up, loop my tied arms over her head and drag her close so I can bury my face against her wild heartbeat and ride out the shock waves of ecstasy buffeting my body.
Her hands tangle in my hair and she holds me tight to her chest as her hips make the smallest of rocking motions. ‘You fill me, Reid. You feel so good and I’m going to make you come.’ I clutch her tighter, speechless, certain nothing in my life so far compares to this moment.
I raise my head, kissing her until she pulls away for breath, her rhythm choppy and uncoordinated. ‘Come with me,’ I say.
At her nod, her whimper, I dive for one of her nipples. At the first scrape of my facial hair over the sensitive bud, she cries out and squeezes my dick. I nuzzle her breast, lave all my attention on the nipple—sucking and licking and scraping until she’s a panting, writhing mess, undulating in my lap while she clings to my shoulders, a fearless goddess guiding us towards oblivion.
She smiles, the astounding sight almost better than it feels to be deep inside her. I crush her close, until her breasts flatten against my chest and rub my lips over hers, needing more, needing everything.
She pulls away, ducks from between my arms, pushing them over my head. ‘Lie back.’
I follow her command, sliding back onto the sofa, my hands itching to grab her arse and shunt her with me.
But she’s there. She braces her arms beside my head on the sofa, her pleasure-drunk stare latched to mine shifting the organs in my chest. If ever I wanted a do-over at relationships, if ever I deserved a second chance, she’d be it for me—she couldn’t be more perfect. I swallow back the lump of feelings in my throat and watch every move she makes so I can store every second of her in my long-term memory.
She starts to rock again, tossing her long hair back and forcing her breasts forward. I’m splayed, helpless, tied. I grit my teeth against the pleasure of her riding me, her moans of ecstasy growing more vocal.
‘Reid.’ She groans my name, reaching to cup both her breasts with her own hands.
My restraint breaks with the easily snapped hair ties. I can’t take any more, can’t watch and not touch. Can’t deny myself the act of pleasuring her as she’s driving me close to the edge. I’m greedy for her. I grasp the cheeks of her arse, gently parting them and slipping my fingers between to her opening so I feel myself sliding inside her tight sex with every rock of her hips.
‘That’s right, take what you want from me. Take what you need.’ I want more hands to explore every inch at once—she’s so fucking tempting—but I console myself with the two I have, filling one with her perfect breast while the other caresses her backside.
She starts to rock her hips in earnest, finding her rhythm again, and the sight of her above me, the feel of her clamped around me, makes me close to blowing. I bite back a curse, my jaw clenched as I will away the sharp gush of pleasure bathing my dick. She’s driving, but I’m not going anywhere without her.
My thumb and forefinger roll her nipple as she picks up her pace. She takes my other hand, sliding it back between her cheeks.
‘Touch me here.’
I obey, feather a fingertip lightly over her tight pucker so she’s dragged back into a sensual haze I never want to see end.