Tangled Truth(19)

“I should have asked you this before, but what are you going to tell me if you want me to stop? Do you want a safe word, or is ‘stop’ enough?”

After a blurry moment, Eva blinked and nodded. “Basket case.”

“Not at all. I think you’re really brave to—”

“No, no,” she said, with a brief return of the little smirk. “That’s my safe word. Basket case.”

“Oh!”

“But thank you.”

“No, thank you. For doing this. God, you’re beautiful like this.”

He took a long pause, just admiring her body, the smooth curves that the rope emphasized so well. More petite than the girls he usually dated, Eva in her clothes looked almost too thin for his taste. Out of them, and with the snug rope plumping her flesh between its diamond panes, she looked lush. Almost voluptuous.

She also looked a little worried, though. It was nerves, he realized. The smirk was her nervous smile, and now she was biting her lip, brow furrowing, because he had distracted her out of the blissful trance the rope had drugged her into.

He needed to distract her right back into it. Stepping closer, he scooped her slight frame into his arms, startling a squeak out of her. She clasped her arms around his neck and looked toward the bed as he approached it. Drew wanted to follow her down, maintain the maddening contact, feel more of the whiskery ropes and the soft, smooth skin beneath his hands.

The almost shy smile on Eva’s lips, the hint of wetness that lingered on his forearm from where it had grazed across the cleft between her upper thighs as he lowered her onto the rumpled sheet. Everything about her overwhelmed his senses, going straight to his cock, which ached with the need to be inside her.

But there was one more step he needed to take care of.

“Give me your hands.”

She complied, not even looking puzzled. Just accepting and trusting. Drew realized he was holding his breath. Afraid to breathe, to break the spell. Afraid the perfection would be marred if he did or said the wrong thing.

It took him hardly any time to bind Eva’s wrists as he had the night they’d met, and to secure the tether to the rope that spanned one side of the mattress.

“Perfect,” he whispered. She was on her side, snugly crisscrossed with rope from shoulders to heels, lashed down at the hands. The pattern of the cage binding left the backs of her thighs and her buttocks exposed, and where they joined Drew could see a glint of wet pink.

“Drew,” Eva whispered back. Her eyes were nearly closed, and her dreamy smile was intoxicating all on its own. He rounded the bed so he could stand at the side where her head rested. Soon, so soon, he would feel the heat of her mouth, her pussy, on his loudly complaining dick.

“You saw me lock the door to the apartment, right? You know nobody can come in here.”

“Yes.”

“And you want this?”

“Yes. God, so much.” More urgent now. A tiny bit frantic. She writhed, her thighs sliding against each other, and Drew’s patience snapped. He slid his jeans and shorts off and brought his straining erection right up to Eva’s parted lips. He cried out in pleased amazement when she lapped at him, slipping her agile tongue into his slit before using it to circle the swollen head.

Leaning forward, he let his weight carry him farther between her lips and reveled in the sensation as his fingers sought Eva’s breast and began teasing at her nipple. He used his other hand to cup her head, applying only the lightest pressure, resisting the urge to fuck her mouth. He was pitched too high already.

The slick, hot wriggle of her tongue against his erection was enough to make him sweat, but it was the vibration of her mouth over his flesh when she moaned that forced Drew to pull out and reach for the bedside table, desperate for a condom. He nearly dropped it, his hands were so shaky, but he finally coaxed the thing on and rounded the bed to crawl up behind Eva and spoon his body around hers.

“Please…” she whispered, arching her back to press her ass against his cock. He gasped and pushed back against the sweet pressure, fingers tugging for leverage on the rope that crossed her hip.

But it wasn’t enough. Drew reached between them, cursing softly at having to suffer even that much separation, and followed the seam between Eva’s thighs straight up to the slick heat he longed to bury himself in. Her pussy was drenched, and when he slid two fingers inside her she cried out and tried to fuck them. Her motions were too constrained by the ropes, which allowed her only a slight flexing at the hips.

Her ragged cry ripped through the last shred of Drew’s restraint, and he replaced his fingers with his aching cock, driving balls-deep in one rough thrust.