I swallowed hard and trailed my hand to my sex. I dipped my middle finger to my opening. Wow, I was damp.
“Make use of your hands now, because soon you won’t be able to.”
I stroked a tentative circle around my clit, then paused.
“Again,” he bit out.
I obeyed, but this time, didn’t stop.
“Good girl.” His gaze was riveted on my movements. “Dip your finger lower, inside.”
My breathing sped up. Adam’s eyes fixed on my face. When I pressed my fingertip inside, my lips parted on a strangled breath. For Adam to watch me masturbate was too much. I was about to come just from his words and his eyes on me.
“All the way in, Katelyn,” he grated. He was running a fist up and down his length. I sat there dazed and awestruck. He was gorgeous. His muscles tightened, his biceps flexed as he stroked himself.
“I want you.” The words left my mouth before I could think better of them.
“Then do as I say.” He lifted his chin. “Sink your finger all the way inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
I swallowed hard and did as he said.
“Good. Are you ready for me?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Let me see.”
I withdrew my finger and showed him. Adam’s grip on his cock stilled.
“No. You’re not nearly wet enough.”
He reached forward and gathered my hands in front of me. He took my panties and stretched them around my wrists, binding them together. “Now put them over your head.”
I did.
He pulled the top of my dress down and wedged it beneath my full breasts. I usually wore a bra, but the backless dress wouldn’t allow it.
“Fuck,” Adam hissed.
I trembled, causing my breasts to rise and fall on a deep inhale. He latched on to my nipple, but levered his body so no other part of him touched me. Connected only by his mouth on my breast, I nearly went insane from the incredible torture. I craved more. Wanted to feel the pressure of his weight, his skin against mine.
“These taste like little berries in a bowl of cream.” He gently bit my nipple, then swirled his tongue around the tight point before sucking on it again. I had never felt anything more amazing in my life. He paid the same attention to the other and I was about ready to beg.
But when he pushed himself down my body and began kissing my inner thighs, I pleaded. “Please…”
“Please what, Katelyn?”
My hips bucked up. I didn’t know what I needed, only that it was him.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
He sucked my inner thigh. With no other warning or preparation, his tongue delved inside me. I cried out and fisted his hair with my bound hands.
And I had thought his mouth on my breasts was amazing? This was mind-blowing. He thrust his tongue deep. I arched my hips, seeking more of him.
“You taste like honey.” He flattened his tongue and covered my clit. Licking, sucking, biting. I went wild. Though I was on the brink of coming, I felt empty. I wanted something to connect us. His fingers, his dick. Anything.
“You’re going to come like this, Katelyn.” He flicked his tongue over me again. “And then you’ll feel my cock inside you.”
His words were my undoing. My orgasm flushed over me. Hot and wild. He kept going. Devouring me like I was some kind of treat. I couldn’t hold on to the earth. Couldn’t think of anything but this man and his mouth and the way he made me shudder every time he looked at me.
My nails dug into his scalp as I rode out the best orgasm of my life. The panties around my wrists held and the lace dug into my skin. I loved it—every wicked feeling of his power over me.
He drew away and with closed eyes and hectic breathing, I tried to find gravity again. I heard a wrapper being torn. Then the sound of latex unfolding.
His weight was on me. Hard muscle surrounded by tight, soft skin.
“Look at me,” he whispered. The mattress dipped by my head. I knew he was holding himself on straightened arms.
I shook my head.
“Open. Your. Eyes.” He kicked apart my thighs with his knees so he could settle between them.
I didn’t want to look at him. Not because of what I’d see, but because of what I’d feel. I’d thought I could handle the repercussions of this, the idea that Adam would leave and this might all be over after one night.
Now, I wasn’t so sure I could bear it.
I drew in my strength, determined not to let this man have that much power over me. I had made my decision and wanted to stick with it. I wanted him.
I slowly opened my eyes. His face was hovering over mine. He hadn’t even come into focus when he plunged inside of me.
I gasped and my eyes shot wide. A burn cracked though me. He must have split me in half.