Fighting his instincts, he shifted his lower body away, so she couldn’t make contact and focused on wetting her breast, pressing his tongue across her nipple, over and over. He lifted his head to check her reaction.
“Oh, more. Please more,” she moaned.
Instead, he thumbed the second button open. Now her breasts were completely exposed—white and fragile, framed by the dark cloth, served up to him in the red-gold light that seemed to threaten and promise at the same time, the golden medallion their only decoration. Her nipples were moist knots that he wanted to take into his mouth.
“Suck them, pleeease.” She held back her shoulders, offering up her nipples for his mouth, urgent, demanding.
“Don’t rush me, lady,” he said, aching to do just what she asked. He took a step away from her.
“Don’t go,” she said, tugging away from the arch.
“I will do what I please to you.”
“Okay,” she said, sagging against the metal that held her, despairing. He knew how she felt. He was as mindless with lust as she was limp with frustration, but her game demanded delay.
Still, there was no point in torturing themselves. He moved close enough to take a nipple into his mouth and suck it deep.
She gasped in surprised gratitude and rubbed against him.
He repeated the act on her other breast, loving the taste of her and the way she rocked so hard against him that the arch jerked. She was close to climax and, hell, she’d earned it, so he shoved his hand under her dress and stroked her clit through her thin panties, loving the soft, swollen secret of her.
She gasped, then wiggled on his finger, jerking once, twice. “Rick, oh, oh, I’m coming….”
He loved the desperate happiness in her voice as the waves passed through her for long seconds. Just as she finished, he slid a finger inside, hooking deep to nudge her G-spot so that she shrieked in abrupt delight, “Again. I’m coming again…I can’t…” But she did, moaning and rocking on his finger, shaken by a second orgasm.
When she stopped moving, he stroked her softly, then slowly took away his hand.
“That was so incredible,” she said.
“I’m not finished with you,” he said. Not by a long shot. He was near the breaking point himself, his cock aching behind his zipper. She looked like raw sex to him, the top of her dress open, offering her swollen breasts to him, her nipples shiny with his saliva, her breaths coming ragged and wild.
The animal drive to take her would no longer be denied. He grabbed both sides of the dress and yanked it apart.
She gasped in happy shock.
Under the dress, she wore only a black see-through triangle of cloth over her sex. She was breathtakingly beautiful, standing there helpless, but still in charge, the dark tie against her pale skin, her fair body open to him, waiting for him, for what he would do next. He wanted to take her, make her his, but first he had to taste her again.
He dropped to his knees, and pressed his mouth to her mound. She was warm and quivering and the scent of her sex filled his head. Her sweet tang was heaven to him. The tissue-thin fabric was soaked with her juices and he licked her through the cloth, bracing her firm ass with his hands.
She pushed herself at him and seemed to be trying to jerk her hands free. To dig her fingers into his hair, he’d bet, but the tie held. She was at his mercy.
He vowed to make it worth all the trouble she’d gone to. He nuzzled her with his nose, then decided the panties had to go and yanked them down so he could stroke her with his tongue. He loved the soft, swollen tension of her sex, so hungry for more. He used slow, even strokes and when she sped her movements, so did he.
“Oh, you’re doing it again…. Oh, I’m coming….”
Her release pulsed against him, like the wildest taste of life on his tongue. The heart of her in his mouth. And he was so grateful and so glad.
“Rick,” she breathed. “I can’t take any more.”
He smiled and trailed kisses up her thigh and her stomach, rising to his feet. “Oh, yes, you can,” he said and, in the spirit of her game, added, “And you will.”
“I will?” she said, flushed, but still eager. Thankfully because he had no more self-control left. His cock felt bigger than his entire body, as if it held all the want and need he’d ever felt in his life. And the woman who stood naked before him was the only person who could quench it.
He paused to admire her, her arms tied high, wrists trapped, her hair tossed and tangled around her face. Her breasts trembled, and her thatch of pubic hair was stark against her pale skin. Her thighs gleamed. She slid her hips forward and back, craving him just as he craved her.