Sex for Beginners Box Set(47)

“Take off your dress,” he said.

After a heartbeat’s hesitation, she reached behind her to lower a zipper with agonizing slowness. Then she slid the black dress off her shoulders, revealing the tiny ribbon straps of a black bra, then the lacy cups that barely restrained her generous breasts. Colin groaned and tossed back the rest of his drink. She shimmied the dress lower, past a narrow waist and flaring hips, then stepped out of it to stand before him in a scrap of black lace that barely covered her secrets, the overtaxed bra, the black choker and a pair of black stiletto heels.

He would’ve shot his load on the spot if not for the fact that he’d be denied the unbearable pleasure of burying himself in her body.

“Take down your hair,” he ordered.

With the flip of her hand and a toss of her head, her dark hair fell over her shoulders in cascading waves. He swallowed, longing to drive his hands into it. Colin leaned over and from a drawer in a table next to his bed, he removed the black satin blindfold and the Velcro straps they had purchased.

“Come to me,” he said, his voice gravelly.

She walked to the bed with a glitter of anticipation in her eyes. Her cheeks were pink, her lips softened.

“Turn around,” he said, then stood behind her and secured the blindfold over her eyes, tying it in back. He buried his face in her fragrant, silken hair, then reached around and cupped her full breasts, teasing the tips through the thin fabric of her bra. When she pushed back against him, though, he pulled away, determined to make the night last as long as possible. He was already so worked up for her that her body against his would be the end.

Colin turned up the music, then drank in the sight of her. She stood still, moving her head, trying to detect where he was in the room. After another minute of watching her, he retrieved her martini, walked to her and wrapped her fingers around the cold stem of the glass. While she sipped the drink, he fastened the Velcro straps to the four posts of his bed, his balls aching at the implication of the sensual task. The telltale noise of separating the two sides of the straps left no question as to what he was doing.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, mindful of the possibility that he might push things too far or that she would change her mind midstream.

“Green,” she said, turning her head in his direction. As if to punctuate, she used her teeth to remove the two olives from the tiny skewer and chewed them slowly.

Colin took the empty glass from her hand and set it on some flat surface—his body was so hard from wanting her, he could barely process rational thought. He leaned over and curved his hand around the nape of her neck, holding her still for a thorough kiss, then easing her down and back on the coverlet. When he withdrew, she whimpered, but he put his finger to her lips. “Take off your bra.”

She reached around with both hands to unfasten her bra, freeing her amazing breasts. The dark pink tips were puffy and distended.

Colin’s throat convulsed. “Now your panties.”

“They’re…expendable,” she murmured.

His cock surged. Obliging, he leaned down and ran his finger inside the edges of the minuscule black underwear, finding silky skin and eliciting a soft moan from her before moving to the flimsy side straps and ripping them loose. He removed the destroyed underwear and tossed it aside. Zoe was lying on his bed naked except for the choker, the blindfold and the stilettos.

If he died now, Colin decided, he’d have a smile on his face.

He lifted one of her hands and turned it over, kissing her slender wrist before encircling it with a Velcro strap and pulling up the slack, effectively securing her to the bedpost.

“How are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

“Green,” she whispered.

He knelt over her, then kissed the other palm and secured her second arm to the other bedpost.

“How about now?” he asked.

“Green.”

He lifted her foot and swirled his tongue around her ankle bone as he slipped off her shoe and let it drop to the floor. She stiffened, then sighed, offering no resistance as he closed the free end of one of the Velcro straps around her ankle, binding her to a third bedpost.

“Now?” he asked.

“Green,” she said breathlessly.

Gratified, he removed her other shoe, and kissed the ankle before securing it to the last bedpost. She lay spread-eagled, her breasts thrust in the air and her femininity open to his appraisal. His mouth watered and his mind reeled at the sight of her. Even more moving, though, was the knowledge that she trusted him with her safety, and with her pleasure.

“Now?” he asked, holding his breath.

“Green, green, green,” she said, her voice ending on a moan.

It was all the encouragement he needed. Colin stripped out of his clothes as quickly as he could. He would never compromise Zoe’s trust by taking a photo of her, but he stared at her long and hard, knowing he’d never forget the picture she made, lying on his bed, waiting for him to take her to places she’d never been.

* * *

ZOE TESTED THE RESTRAINTS pulling her in four directions by drawing in slightly. The Velcro straps around her wrists and ankles were gentle against her skin, but held her firmly. She couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction.

Her heart raced at the knowledge that she was totally at the mercy of the physical, sensual man who had bound her to his bed. The blindfold entirely obscured her vision and blocked the light. She yearned to see him, but acknowledged that not being able to anticipate his actions ratcheted her adrenaline even higher.

From the swish of clothing and the slide of a zipper, she knew he was undressing that big, magnificent body of his. She could feel his hungry gaze on her all the while, like a breeze, sweeping over her hardened nipples, and the newly waxed, sensitized skin around her sex. With her arms and legs spread wide, nothing was hidden from him, leaving her feeling utterly vulnerable…and aroused.

Without the benefit of her sight, her other senses became more acute, zoning in on the slide of her hair against the coverlet as she moved her head back and forth, the pulsating beat of the moody music floating from the ceiling, the taste of salty olives lingering on her lips, the musky scent of her intimate nest teasing her nostrils.

When the mattress dipped with his weight, the restraints tightened, reminding her of her bondage. She tensed, unsure of what he would do first, on which part of her body he would unleash his sensual assault.

He chose her lips. He kissed her hard, crushing his mouth against hers, although it was the only place their bodies touched. When he lifted his mouth, she strained upward to follow him, but was hindered by her restraints.

Next he kissed her arms, moving from her captured wrists to the insides of her elbows, nuzzling the delicate skin. His body hovered over hers, the coarse hair on his chest tickling her breasts, his rigid shaft jabbing into her stomach. Pinpoints of pleasure lit up her entire body. She writhed beneath him, craving full body contact.

Instead he nibbled his way down her body, sinking his teeth into her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, increasing pressure as he moved into more fleshy areas. She moaned her approval, arching into him. After much delicious torment, he clasped one turgid nipple between his teeth and bit down.

Zoe flinched as pleasure-pain zinged through her torso. A whimpering sound escaped from her. He moved to the other nipple and she tensed, this time ready for the satisfying sting when it came.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured against her skin.

“Green,” she whispered.

He kneaded her breasts with his big hands, applying more and more pressure. Her thighs were wet and cool from the moisture pooling there. She rolled her shoulders, reveling in the fact that he was so attentive to her breasts, her most sensitive erogenous zones. Kevin never—

Zoe went still. Where had that thought come from?

“Are you okay?” Colin said thickly.

She chastised herself for allowing the rogue thought to materialize. She’d be fine if she simply focused on the pleasure coursing through her body. Forcing everything else from her mind, she said, “Yes. I mean…green.”

He resumed his ministrations, pulling on her nipples, harder and faster, until they felt long and swollen. She bit into her lip and shuddered with each twinge of luxurious pain. Her nerve endings were going wild, sending sensations to disconnected parts of her body. Vibrations shook her womb. She thrashed her head from side to side and pulled against the wrist restraints. The leverage amplified the shards of pleasure spinning through her. He kept up the pressure and the rhythm until she gritted her teeth and murmured, “Yellow.”

Instantly he slowed and his movements gentled. He pulled the tender tips into his mouth for a soothing bath, murmuring reassurances. Zoe relaxed her muscles and released a long, cleansing sigh. She wriggled her fingers and toes to fend off the stinging sensations of compromised circulation. As he continued to nuzzle her breasts, he lowered his hand to the juncture of her thighs and without warning, inserted one large finger into her slick channel.

She groaned and her hips contracted at the force and the fullness. He made love to her with his hand and after several long strokes, inserted two fingers.

“How are you doing?” he rasped.

“Green,” she said, then gasped when he inserted a third finger.

“Now?”