His hands moved to her bare shoulders, smoothing over the flesh, making her tremble from the hot pleasure that streaked through her body. A touch so simple, she thought in awe, just his fingertips, yet her vagina clenched with the sharp darts of lightning-hot sensations they created.
His lips moved over hers slow and easy. So gentle. His very gentleness was at odds with the tension that made his body tighten, made him harder, stronger than ever before. The tenderness never changed. He groaned with rough hunger. His tongue plundered her mouth, mating erotically with hers, yet each touch was so controlled, so light and adoring it made her soul weep with the need it transmitted to her.
“Wait. Wait.” She pulled back, aware that once again Jesse was giving. Overloading her senses, capturing her with a pleasure so seductively erotic she could do nothing but respond.
She couldn’t lose control of herself, she thought frantically. This was for Jesse. His pleasure. His need. She had to return to him the bone tightening ecstasy he gave her each time he touched her.
“Terrie.” He was panting for breath as he laid his forehead against hers, his hands, palms only, smoothing across her shoulders. “I need you so bad I’m shaking with it, baby. I could devour you now, standing here against this fucking wall.”
“No.” She shook her head, moving back from him until his hands caught at her hips, holding her still. “Please, Jesse.” She stared up at him, knowing he wanted to give to her. Needed to give to her. But first, she needed to give to Jesse. “Let me do this, Jesse. Please. Just this once.”
He groaned roughly, his head falling back against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. “Terrie, you torture me all night and I promise I’ll paddle your ass for sure.”
“Promises, promises,” she grinned as her fingers went to his belt. “Come on, Jesse, be brave.”
He looked down at her as he toed his shoes from his feet, his abdomen clenching as her fingers stroked across it. “No piercings.” He frowned fiercely. “You put a ring in my nipple, Terrie, and all bets are off. I’ll have to retaliate.”
She ran her fingers over the hard little pebble of his male nipple and grinned teasingly. “Gold would look good on you, Jesse. You should think about it.”
He snorted roughly. “I don’t think so, baby,” he groaned as she slid the zipper of his slacks down, the backs of her fingers caressing the hard ridge of his cock beneath his silk boxers.
She removed the pants and boxers slowly, planting kisses down his hard thighs as she went. The muscles there tensed, his cock jerking as her tongue stroked his skin languidly.
“Son of a bitch, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands spearing through her hair as she blew a soft breath across his tightening scrotum.
“I’m loving you, Jesse. Loving you with everything I can give you.” She leaned closer, her tongue stroking over the tightening sac. His legs spread for her, his cock so hard, the flesh stretched so tightly on it that it glistened in the candlelight.
His scrotum was bare of hair. She loved it. The sac was so silky, so soft with nothing to hinder her light strokes. His hands tightened in her hair as her teeth raked him gently, his hips pushing the flesh closer to her teasing tongue.
“God, Terrie.” His voice was deep, strangled. “Your tongue is killing me, baby.”
One last loving lick then she moved back, licking her lips as she rose from her kneeling position on the floor.
“On the bed,” she whispered.
His gaze flickered to the cuffs. “Fuck,” he breathed out roughly.
“We’ll get there,” she laughed softly. “In ways that will leave you screaming in pleasure.”
“That screaming part.” He glanced at her nervously. “Nothing too heavy, right?”
She lifted a brow. “Don’t worry, Jesse, I promise not to breech any restricted areas.”
He breathed out in relief. “I knew I loved you for a reason,” he quipped. “Okay.” He squared his shoulders with such a show of courage she had to smother her laughter. “Let’s do this before I chicken out.”
He plopped down on the bed, spreading his arms and legs with such reluctance she almost laughed out loud. Instead, she moved quickly to his wrists. She restrained them in the metal cuffs then clipped the other end to the chains that ran from the bottom of the bed rail. The leather cuffs were harder to attach, but within minutes she had his ankles restrained as well.
He watched her with narrowed eyes, the brilliant green heating to an almost dangerous level as she trailed her fingers up the inside of his taut leg. She took a deep breath. Despite Tally’s plan, she had no intention of blindfolding him.