Leaning forward slowly, she pressed her lips to his neck and listened to his breath hitch. But he didn't stop her. He let her explore his skin, nibble on his earlobe, and suck softly at the space just below it. She tasted the saltiness of his skin from his long day at work and she loved the way he tasted. Caleb shifted under her, pressing his groin between her legs, and he groaned.
She wanted to give him everything. She wanted to be everything that he needed and wanted and desired.
Maddie moved her head so she could suck on his bottom lip and when she met his eyes, she saw his lust. She let it feed her own.
"Tonight, I want you to show me what you like," she whispered. She was going for it. There was no time to be shy now.
His eyes widened slightly, lips parting. Even as he shook his head, there was no denying the way his hips ground more needfully into her. "You need to rest. You're still sore from-"
"It isn't anything I can't handle," she told him. "I want this."
She was wearing him down, not that it was taking much.
"You know how stubborn I can be. You may as well give in now and save some time," she teased.
He made a sound in the back of his throat. "Maddie … I don't know … "
"Please," she whispered, dragging her lips over his lightly. His eyelids closed and when he opened them again, his eyes were dazed and unfocused. And she realized that she was seducing him. And it felt exactly like it did when he had tied her up last night and she'd still driven him crazy. "Please, Caleb."
He shuddered. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure."
THIRTY-EIGHT
Caleb trailed the end of the rope over Maddie's exposed breasts and she felt her breath quicken, the rapid thundering of her heart visible under her flushed skin. The thin, white rope that he'd brought into her room only a few moments before wasn't as rough as she expected, but the sensation was still startling. Even more startling was Caleb's reaction to it. He seemed quieter-which wasn't saying much since he wasn't exactly a talker-but when Maddie really looked at him, she could see that he looked as affected as she was
His eyes held an alertness and a raptness that she'd never seen before. She shivered; he looked like he wanted to devour her. She'd never felt so desired in her entire life.
He'd stripped himself of his shirt when he'd entered the room, exposing those rippling, smooth muscles and black tattoos, but his jeans-held up by that maddening black leather belt-still hung on his hips. His erection was prominent and he shifted it in his jeans as he trailed the rope over her naked body.
Caleb walked around her body to tease the rope over her back and ass. She held her breath when he cupped her backside, kneading the flesh, as though he couldn't help himself, and moaned when he unexpectedly nipped her neck with his teeth.
One word to describe Caleb when he was like this: intense.
It rolled off him in waves, making her both excited and wary. Even as her body responded to his appreciative and erotic touch, she honestly had no idea what to expect.
Her knees almost buckled when he inserted a finger into her from behind, feeling only a slight twinge from her soreness before it gave way to pleasure.
"Already soaking, princess," he murmured into her ear, goosebumps breaking over her flesh. The sensitivity that she'd experienced all day felt amplified and she felt like she was already on the verge of coming. He brought his finger up to her lips. "Taste how sweet you are."
She wrapped her lips around his finger and he muffled a groan as her tongue lapped at it. She tasted her juices … and it made her feel deliciously naughty. She protested when he drew his finger away, coming to stand in front of her once again.
"Don't worry, princess," he rumbled, his voice past the point of gravelly. "I'll give you something else to suck soon."
Her lips parted and a gush of wetness flooded her pussy when she imagined sucking the hardened, thick length between Caleb's thighs. She'd never given a blowjob before, but her enthusiasm and curiosity made her eager. Already, her mouth was watering for it.
"Kneel down," he ordered, his fists tightening over the thin rope. Maddie immediately did as he asked, her knees digging into the soft carpet as she knelt in from of him. Her eyes darted to his erection, which seemed to pulse in his jeans.
She watched as he retrieved the other ropes, of identical type and length, off the bed and then eyed her position on the floor.
"If it ever becomes too much," he started, "or if you want to stop, then please tell me. I won't be upset. Far from it. I just want you to be comfortable, Maddie."
She swallowed and nodded. Caleb watched her for a few more moments, like he was waiting for her to speak up and back out, before crouching down next to her left side. The rope felt cool against her skin as he wrapped it around her upper thigh a few times before knotting it and then continuing to wrap it around her ankle just below. He was quick, efficient, and Maddie tried not to think about how many women he'd practiced these knots with.