When his tongue delves into my slit, I clench my fist in his hair and arc my back, leaning backward along the kitchen counter. He pushes his tongue inside me slowly, circling, tasting each of my walls as he enters me.
"Zayne," I gasp, my hands clenching and releasing in his hair of their own accord. He always does this-makes me lose control of my limbs, my hands, my own body.
I can feel the curl of his lips as he smiles against me, but he doesn't reply, just keeps licking me, inside me. He eats me like a starving man, like I'm the only meal he's had in months. He grips my ass with one hand, lifts my pussy closer to his mouth, and I can feel his stubble scratch across my inner thighs, graze the edges of my lips as he forces his tongue as deep inside me as possible.
At the same time, I feel his other hand slide up my thigh too, until he's stroking his forefinger along my slit. I don't realize what he's doing, don't notice how he's coating his finger in my juices, until he presses the tip of that finger against the tight pucker of my ass.
I cry out as he presses his finger into my ass, slowly and deliberately. The sudden tight, full feeling is doubled, because I clench my pussy in response, and feel his tongue press back against me, the flat plane of his tongue caught between my walls. My head falls back against the counter, my body too distracted by the conflicting sensations-the fullness from every angle.
He starts to move his finger, sliding it deeper into my ass, then drawing it out again slowly. At the same time, he continues to lick into my pussy, his tongue curling to drag against my front inner wall. I thought I felt wild before, but this pushes me to a new limit. I twist against the counter, the hard marble cool against my ass, another contrast to the white-hot heat pouring from Zayne's mouth, his finger inside my ass, his whole body.
I can't help it. Before long, I'm bucking against his face, and he flattens his lips around my pussy, licks me hard and fast as he continues to finger my ass. I wrap my legs over his shoulders, hook my ankles to hold him against me as I bury my hands in his hair. I come with a loud cry, the orgasm sweeping through my whole body, from the tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head. I feel like I'm on fire, bursting from the inside out.
He keeps his finger buried inside my ass and draws back to lick my sensitive-as-hell clit. I gasp and jerk against the counter, and he laughs, his breath hot against my soaking wet pussy.
"You like that, Clove?" He grins up at me, still kneeling between my legs, that cocky grin of his irresistible from this angle. Or from any angle, really.
I grin back, breathless, heart still racing. Then I clench my ass around his finger, and smirk. "What was your first clue?"
He lifts an eyebrow, enjoying the challenge. "Hmm. So you like having both holes filled at once, is that it?"
My cheeks flush bright red, but I hold his eye, emboldened by the naked lust in his eyes. "If that orgasm was anything to judge by, it's definitely nice, yes."
"Mm … " His gaze rakes down my body, and his lower lip juts out as though he's considering something. Pondering. "Well, I didn't come prepared, but I think we should be able to make do … "
With that, he stands, and draws his finger out of my ass. I gasp in protest, especially because without him kneeling between my legs, I feel cold, my naked ass freezing against the marble countertop.
But he doesn't leave me hanging for long. He scoops me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses against my ass, so I'm almost sitting on top of it as he holds me against him with one arm and digs through my drawers with the other.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but he only winks in response. I feel him shift against me as he picks up something, and then we're moving, before I can tell exactly what he has in mind.
He carries me to the doorway of my bedroom, then hesitates in the entrance, glancing past me. "Red sheets. It's almost like you planned on having a sexy encounter in here sometime soon … "
I laugh, and feel my face flush again, this time with regular embarrassment. "I … Forgot I had those on."
He casts me a sideways smirk.
"It's my favorite color!" I protest. "I just like it is all."
"I like it too." In response, he steps across the threshold, and tosses me onto the bed without warning, so hard that I bounce a little, laughing as he steps up to the bed, gazing down at me. "The color suits you. You look good on it." His gaze roams across my body, naked and exposed before him. "Though you'll look even better spread-eagled across it."
My laughter turns a little breathy, my flushed face getting even hotter as he kneels beside me and leans down to kiss me softly, slowly. "Zayne … " I murmur. Then I lift my eyes to his, smiling, because a sudden idea took hold of me. "It's my turn," I say.
He raises an eyebrow, still smiling, but questioning. "Your turn to what, exactly?"
"To spread-eagle you." With that, I push myself up to a sitting position, then flip around to kneel next to him. He lets me push him over easily, even though of course, he could overpower me if he wanted. There's something sexy about that, about the confident way he's willing to let me take control when I want to. He doesn't have anything to prove-he just wants me to enjoy myself however I want. And right now, I want to do to him what he just did to me.
I spread his legs wide, then position his hands over his head. After a moment's consideration, I grab the edges of the my sultry red sheets-silk, no less, because I love the way it feels against my skin, cool and soothing and smooth as hell. I wrap each corner around the bedposts, then use them to tie Zayne's wrists to the bed frame. He smirks at me. I know it's just a loose knot-he could slip it anytime he wanted. But he lets me do it, and to judge by the stiff cock standing erect in his boxers in front of me, he's enjoying this too.
I bind his ankles too, the same way, not very tight, and he could easily slip the knot if he wanted.
"I hope you know turnabout is fair play," he comments while I work. "The next time I'm back here, I'm going to have to tie you up nice and tight for this. Maybe even give you a spanking, too." His gaze drops to my ass, and I shiver at the thought of him doing this to me. Tying me up, leaving me vulnerable and exposed before him. Having his way with me.
My pussy clenches just thinking about it. "Promises, promises," I tell him, a playful sparkle in my eye as I wink and finish tying off his right ankle. "But first, it's my turn."
Now that he's bound, I reach up to trace my hands over his sides. Let him have a taste of his own medicine-see how it feels when I touch him like this, slowly, torturously, not touching his sensitive spots, not yet. I trace his muscles, every inch of his hard abs and the flat plane of his stomach. I lean down to feather kisses along the carved V that points straight to his cock. I flick my tongue into his navel, loving the salty-sweet taste of him, and the way he inhales sharply, trying to hide his pleasure. He can't though, not when I have him like this, naked before me. He can't hide anything from me here.
"Zayne … " I catch his eye again. Begin to inch his boxers down his legs. "Have you done this before?"
"What, been tied up?" His eyes catch mine with a mischievous glint. "Once or twice, I have to admit."
I laugh. Then shake my head. "Have you ever felt so … hungry for somebody before?" I trace my hands along his sides, down to his upper thighs. I pull his boxers further down, far enough that his cock springs free, standing tall at attention, curved upwards so the tip almost touches his navel. "You just made me come, and it was great, fantastic, but I … " I graze his cock with my fingertip, barely a touch, just enough to make him jump as his muscles clench in reply. "I already want more."
He swallows so hard it's audible, and gazes up at me with sincerity. "I know exactly what you mean, Clove. I never knew it was possible to feel this hungry. Every minute of the day, I think about you, about all the things I want to do to you, all the ways I want to enjoy your body. I've been hard practically since the night we first spoke … "
I touch his cock again, still lightly, barely touching him between my fingertips. I stroke them up and down his length, hardly touching him, but he's so turned on already that it makes his hips twist against the bed, his eyes hot where they catch mine. "I know how you feel," I murmur. "I feel like I've spent the entire weekend wet, red-hot, ready to jump you any second you'll let me."
"Which is any second you want," he points out.
"What is this? Why do we feel this so quickly?" I murmur, my voice dropping lower.