NaturesBounty(29)

He flinched and jerked his head up to find his wrist was cuffed to one of the spindles on the wooden headboard.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, tugging on the cuffs.

“Now you know how I felt the first few hours we were together. Some of it, anyway.”

“You stole my cuffs while I was sleeping.”

“Relax, Nate.” She winked at him and began pulling down his unzipped trousers. “You like kinky sex, don’t deny it. Or else that whole little scene back at the beach house would never have happened.”

He liked kinky sex just fine. But his fantasies about her and handcuffs hadn’t involved him being the one bound up. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, though. His dick sure wasn’t complaining. It jumped out and hit his belly stiffly when she tugged off his pants. And he still had one hand free, at least, in order to take advantage of the fact that he wasn’t the only one who no longer had any clothes on.

Lydia climbed on top of him without a stitch on. As unbelievably beautiful as she’d looked splayed out naked on the dining table, straddling him with her hair hanging down to partially obscure the gleam in her eyes turned her into a wicked goddess. Every curve and dip beckoned, driving him instantly insane.

She had his wallet in her hand, and it occurred to him that in another setting, the overall picture would be a lot more disturbing. But he knew what she had in mind.

“One left,” she said, tearing the foil packet with her teeth the way he’d done the night before.

“I knew there was something I forgot to pick up when we were out shopping,” he said and groaned out loud when she touched him to roll on the rubber.

He’d obviously slept through some interesting foreplay, because neither Lydia nor his pulsing cock seemed to need any warming up. She raised her ass up and sat down on him slowly, and he watched his dick disappear inch by inch inside her trimmed, already primed pussy. Her nipples were stiff and pink, and her body went rigid while she speared herself on him.

He gazed at her in near disbelief when she began fucking him. Such beauty and animalistic, pornographic need didn’t exist in women outside the triple-X-rated movies, did it? Maybe he was just dreaming. Maybe he was still back in the other motel room, the one where he’d only fantasized about doing the hot woman he was hunting down.

She pressed her hips against his pelvis and began to rock, and she let out a moan that stood the hair on his arms straight up. Jesus, the woman could turn him on like no other. He reached for her with his free hand, and she bent down obligingly so he could grab a luscious, round tit and give it a squeeze.

“What is it about you that turns me into an insanely horny woman?” she asked, opening her mouth in a silent gasp when he pinched her hard nipple.

“Maybe the same thing that has me throwing every warning about trouble in high heels out the window.”

His frustration mounted as the restraint on his other wrist kept him from pleasuring her other breast. Or gripping both her hips while she rode him. Or better yet, flipping her over and plunging into her with her legs draped on his shoulders. Still, he shoved his hips upward hard to meet hers, grunting with each thrust until he felt his balls begin pulling tight to his body.

“Nate,” she said, riding him faster. “I have a confession to make.”

“Now?”

“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Stop talking and fuck me harder, woman,” he said with a wicked smile, remembering her words to him when she’d been the one on her back. “Let me feel your nails on the chest you were busy staring at while I slept.”

She dug in immediately, and he tensed with the exquisite pain-pleasure of her raking his skin. She pinched his nipples hard, then twisted them while she started picking up her entire torso and slamming her ass against him violently. Her tits practically jolted off her body as she fucked him wild, and he knew he was going to explode before she could come.

“Easy, baby,” he told her through clenched teeth. “The idea is to use me to get yourself off before you kill me.”

Lydia froze and gave a yell, and he realized she’d already gotten there. His toes curled as he took hold of her thigh and let go, joining her in a real gut-wrenching orgasm that seemed to blow off more than just sexual steam. For a moment, he was free of the whole bullshit scene. There was no fear that a battering ram would crash through the door at any moment, and men shouting and waving guns would pile in while he was shoved onto his face and handcuffed. In climax, it was just the two of them, a pair of sexually compatible adults who were free to indulge any passion they wanted.

When his consciousness floated down to the bed a short time later, it wasn’t only to discover good sex couldn’t actually repair the hole fate had just ripped through his life. Lydia was already off him and tugging on the jeans that had given him an instant erection in the middle of a store. She put them on commando style, dropping her bikini bottoms on his bare, still-throbbing crotch.