BEARed to You(29)
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Chapter Seven
“I want to give you everything you’ve ever fantasized about. I want to be everything you’ve ever fantasized about.”
A tremble wound up Abby’s spine. Tarik didn’t know it, but he had already lived up to that promise. And some.
With every light flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, he carried her closer and closer to climax. It was going to end fast this time, too fast. She moaned.
He stopped tormenting her clit and pussy, instead tickling the insides of her thighs with tender kisses. “What do you imagine? Tell me. What do you think about when you touch yourself?” He ran his index finger along her slit but didn’t push it inside. “I’m guessing you masturbate a lot. You’re such a sensual woman.”
Out of instinct, she rocked her hips back and forth. Her insides were burning up with a fever only he could cure. The problem was she knew that even if he did bring her to climax, the fever would return.
Again.
And again.
And again.
“Tell me,” he repeated, reminding her that he was waiting for a response.
“A strong, dangerous man in control,” she whispered.
“Yes, kitten. Anything else?”
She felt him leave her, heard him unzipping her suitcases. “What are you doing?” She opened her eyes.
He was still dressed, standing over her stacked suitcases in the corner of the room. The top one was opened and he was holding a pair of socks in one hand, her scarf in the other. “Looking for stuff. Now close your eyes.”
She giggled. “What kind of stuff?”
“You ask too many questions. I’m in control. That’s all you need to know.”
After rooting around in her suitcases for a while longer, he returned to the bed. The springs groaned under his weight and her nerve endings tingled as she pulled in a deep breath. The scent of Tarik and woods filled her nostrils.
In her mind’s eye, she imagined them together in the woods. She’d never done it outside. Never thought to. Not with all the bugs and snakes and critters. But with Tarik, she decided it might be fun. She would make love with him outside. Someday. And it would be wonderful.
While she imagined herself lying naked on a grassy clearing in a forest, he tied something around her wrists, securing them together. Then he kissed his way down her body until he reached her ankles.
“You are everything I’ve ever fantasized about. Did you know that, Abby?” he murmured as he pulled her ankles apart. Her heart was beating against her breastbone like a kangaroo trying to bust loose from a cage by the time he’d tied them. Her legs were wide apart. She was stretched out in preparation for some kind of delightful torture.
“If I had the chance, I’d make love to you like this every night. No, every morning, noon and night.”
If. No, when. She wanted it to be when.
He trailed a slick path with his tongue up the inside of one of her legs. “I’d tie you up and tease you until you begged me for completion.” He fucked her hard with his fingers until she was gasping and yanking on her restraints. He added a finger in her ass too, which acted to spike her temperature to at least a thousand degrees.
“More. Oh God. More!” she begged when she couldn’t take the torment another moment.
“Mmmm. You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
She heard the quavering of his voice. She wasn’t the only one losing patience. “Yes.” She pulled at the restraints holding her ankles. There wasn’t a single cell in her body not screaming for release. She was burning up from head to toe. Aching and trembling and tense.
“Oh yes, wider. I want your legs wider. I want to see your pussy when you come. I want to smell that wonderful scent when I give you release.” He untied her ankles and pushed them back, until her knees were bent and her legs were as wide as they could be. Then he tied them again. To what, she had no idea. She didn’t give a damn.
“What about these tits? Do you like a little bit of pain when you fuck?” He simultaneously stroked her clit and pinched one of her nipples. The sharp pain and sweet pleasure blended together, threatening to send her over the edge. He stopped just before she sailed over the last hurdle to completion.
She nearly cried in frustration.
He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes.
His were focused on hers. Wide and warm. They were dark but full of tenderness. “I came to you because I had to have you. I had to possess you. But I’ve stayed with you because I need you.”
His confession brought tears to her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she’d longed to hear those words from him. And she hadn’t realized how much she ached to tell him she was falling in love with him. But she wouldn’t. No. She couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.