“Fuck, say please again. That's what I want to hear.”
Silver wrapped his lips around my cunt, suckling gingerly. My orgasm danced on the fringe of my vision, it corrupted my damn mind with desperation. I could buck and strain all I wanted, but he'd just inch away, my swollen pussy robbed of contact.
I shattered. “Please!” I sobbed, nearly incoherent. “Let me come, let me finish, fucking let me just come! Silver, please! Please!”
Instead of release, he stopped touching me entirely.
Gasping, I stared at him in disbelief. He was kneeling over me, a foil packet shredding in his fingers. In spite of his calm movements, I could feel the lust coming off of him in waves. It made the air heavy, pressing me further into the soaked blankets.
Silver slid the condom down his shaft with practiced ease. He flipped me on my belly, the straps binding my skin tighter. “I'm going to fuck you now.” His palm ran down my vertebrae, capturing one of my ass cheeks and digging in. “I'm going to bury my cock into you inch by fucking inch. Then I'm going to do it again. And again. And again. Until you forget your name, thinking of yourself entirely as mine, and no one else's.”
I was holding my breath. What was I supposed to say?
He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. If he wanted a response from me, he didn't wait to hear it.
The first thrust stretched me dangerously. The tip of his length filled me, dragging along my flexing inner walls. Pushing my face into the pillow, I gripped at the bed-frame. I couldn't manage much with my wrists tied, my fingers were barely hooking on. I needed every fragment of control I could find.
“Ah!” I gasped, a thrill running through me when I felt him slide fully into place. My ears were ringing, a blackness creeping around my vision. Was I losing focus from pleasure, or because I kept forgetting to take in a full breath?
Then he leaned forward, holding my hips to move me how he wanted. Withdrawing with the patience of a saint, he lingered with just the head of his cock inside of me.
The next thrust shook the whole fucking bed.
I'd thought recently about how long it had been since I'd last had sex. It was a frail memory, at best. With each stroke, Silver was dissolving the experience of every other man. He was imprinting himself on me, and if I'd doubted it was possible, I knew better now.
Reaching between us, he leaned forward and kissed the nape of my neck. Strong fingers found my clit, strumming it without slowing down his pace. “Talk to me,” he instructed. “Tell me how this feels.”
“Amazing!” I breathed, clutching to the sound of my own voice. “Good, so damn good. Please, let me come, I need to fucking come so bad!”
His teeth brushed my earlobe. “I know.”
He was acting so calm, but with every motion of his cock inside of me, I sensed his composure fraying. It started slow, a loose thread that was swaying in the wind. But then those threads caught on something—it was sharp, and surprising, and I dared to hope it was me.
I wanted to be the event that shook Silver to his core.
My brief, proud hope became a real possibility when his breath turned ragged in my ears. He was a steam engine, pounding down my tracks and not showing a hint of slowing down.
Under his perfect touch, my clit throbbed. The pressure built back to where it had been when he was eating me out. He whispered, “I can feel how hot you are. Your pussy is burning up, fuck, you feel fantastic.”
Swooning, I closed my eyes and bit into the pillow. His cock swelled, stunning me as it battled between pleasure and pain. But was this pain? It was too muddled, I didn't even care that he was clutching my hip so hard there would definitely be bruises.
I was hovering on the edge of coming. It was right there, right fucking there.
What was missing?
“Come for me,” he growled in my ear.
Groaning so fiercely that it turned into a scream, my body became one big knot. My pussy milked him, tingles rolling from my lower belly to my brain. I'd never had an orgasm that went so deep.
Panting, I hung on just enough to rock my hips back onto him. He didn't expect that; shocking him was almost as good as coming.
His lips touched the edge of the emerald earring. The reminder of how we'd gotten here—the mysterious letters, the little games—sent me over the edge again.
“Fuck,” I managed, though it hardly sounded like a word. I was buzzing with delight, still riding the crest of orgasm when he started to shake.
“I'm so close,” he whispered. “Fuck, so damn close. Do you want me to come inside of you, Pet?” His shaft flexed, drilling harder, rubbing the roof of my pussy.
I'd lost the power of language, but my plaintive whimper was enough for him. He pulled his other hand away from my clit, gripping my waist as he slammed into me with new energy.