Bound to Please(39)

So close, his finger was so close to her clit she could feel the heat of his skin.

“Mark, just touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. My clit.”

“Good girl.” His head slanted next to hers, and he released her breast to guide her mouth to his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as his fingers—finally!—found her pussy, opening her wide.

One finger, then two slid into her. In and out. She fucked him back, barely aware of the unfamiliar sounds coming from her throat; her body had taken over her mind and now she let him take her to the edge and beyond, until she knew her own body couldn’t be trusted to hold her upright.

And when she climaxed he was there to catch her.

* * *

Mark thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful as Ruby, bound in jasmine and glowing in the moonlight.

She was so small, so delicate. Yet her breasts were lush, filled his palms perfectly. Her hips flared out in gentle curves from a tiny waist. Her hair was wild and long and darker than night, emphasizing her fair skin. Here, on the beach with the ocean crashing in the background, she looked otherworldly, like a nymph from the sea.

Her body still shivered, her vaginal walls clenching around his fingers. He should let her wait, recover. But he’d been waiting so long already, since the second she’d stepped off the curb and peered at him through the Ferrari window. His cock had gone hard at the sight of her in her prim getup; he couldn’t wait to see her undone.

And now she was.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m so goddamn hard for you.”

“I know.” She wiggled her backside against his straining cock and he nearly exploded.

“Hang on.” With a flick of his knife he released her wrists from the jasmine vines. Then she turned to face him. Her eyes were wide, glossy, and dark.

He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She slid her arms into the sleeves, but her hands didn’t even reach the hems.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

Nodding, he pulled a silver packet from his jeans pocket.

“Allow me,” she said, grinning impishly. Then she dropped to her knees before him.

That sight alone was enough to make him lose control, and he bit back a groan.

She pushed the sleeves of his coat up to reveal her hands, and he handed her the condom. His balls were so goddamn tight, sweat beaded at his brow. He clenched his hands at his sides, fighting to stay in control. Because it was so hard not to throw her on the sand and fuck her. So hard when her delicate fingers were unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down his legs, along with his boxers, until his cock was free. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “I barely got to see you the other night. You’re quite impressive,” she said with a naughty grin.

“You can look all you like. Later.”

But she took his shaft in her hand, circled him in her warm grasp. He felt himself pulsing against her palm, throbbing for her. When she leaned down and licked a drop of cum from the swollen head of his cock his entire body jerked.

“Is this what you wanted earlier? When I had that strawberry in my mouth? You wanted me to lick it like this?” She licked him some more, slid her teeth across that sensitive part of him, nibbled the swollen head of his cock.

“Mmm. Much tastier than even a chocolate-dipped strawberry. I could do this all night.”

“Put the condom on, Ruby.”

“Fine,” she said in a pouty voice. “But why do you get to have all the fun?”

“Because I’m the top and you’re the bottom,” he ground out.

“Maybe. I’m still thinking about what you said, that maybe I’m not as submissive as you thought I was. Or I think I am.”

“Ruby…”

She tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled it over his shaft. When she reached the base he lifted her up and she instinctively straddled him. She was so light he could hold her body and place her exactly where he wanted her, which was with her pussy nestled right against his erection.

With a groan, he slid into her. “Fuck, Ruby. You’re so tight… you feel so goddamn good.”

She rocked her hips, taking him deeper, as deep as she could.

He backed her against the trunk of the cypress, going into her deeply, then pulling out and entering her again. She smiled. His jacket protected her skin from the bark of the tree as he plunged into her again, harder and faster. Found a rhythm. She reached between their bodies and took both her breasts in her hands, toyed with her nipples until they were hard again. Her arms rubbed against the jasmine vine he’d bound her breasts with, the perfume wafting between them in a rich scent.

“Yes, Mark… don’t stop. Don’t let go.”