Tangled Truth(26)

“What else? No, keep your eyes closed.”

“I feel like I’m safe. Like I can’t fly apart, the ropes will hold me together no matter what. And I also feel like I’m on display.”

“And a very nice display it is, too.” Drew traced the outlines of her breasts, the skin just inside the rope diamonds, admiring the way the softness of the flesh was made even more evident by the gentle press of the knots. Eva arched into his touch, her eyes still closed. “I wish I could keep you here all the time, just like this.” Shifting lower, he knelt between her legs to study even more of her at once. “You look so perfect tied to my bed, all spread out and ready for me.”

A lovely blush stained Eva’s cheeks, and her breathing sounded something like panic. Seated where he was, Drew could also see the slick, glistening evidence of her arousal coating her delicate pink folds. The ropes were drawn snug on either side of her outer lips, teasing the already blushing flesh. He wanted to run his thumbs along that sweet, inviting seam, tease her open and thrust straight into her, but he knew the scene needed something else for completion. For her to move on, and for him to know that she had.

Turning, he brought one leg over Eva’s red-laced torso and straddled her chest as he lowered his face to lick slowly and carefully at the tip of her clit. He was rewarded with a mewl, a strangled gasp of pleasure, and the sensation of Eva’s teeth nipping at one calf.

Drew wanted it to last, but his own resistance was fading with each throb of need that pulsed through his balls and made his cock twitch impatiently. Clenching his ass and praying for stamina, he dipped down again and tasted the tang of her, the sour-sweet musk that had started to overflow the bounds of her pussy as she tried to squirm against the restraints.

She nibbled at him again, more sharply this time. “Drew, come here. I want…I want to do this for you.”

“It’s for you,” he corrected, but shifted his weight and bent his body closer to her, angling his cock toward her waiting lips. The first wet, warm embrace of her tongue around his overheated tip nearly made him blow his wad like a teenager. He trembled with the effort to resist thrusting, and tried to distract himself from the unbelievable pleasure by returning to his own task. Licking and sucking, teasing and pushing, and every groan of Eva’s was transmitted directly to his cock from the delicious throat he was practically fucking.

When he sensed she was close, he had to pull his hips away before the building counterpoint of their rhythm sent him careening out of control. Eva tensed, trembling under his mouth, a catch in her voice heralding the orgasm that swept through her with a force even Drew could feel. She screamed against his leg, arching up from the bed, and Drew worked her cunt with his tongue and lips until she begged him to stop.

“No more. Just need you. Please?” It was almost a whimper, half a whisper, a beautiful shade of sound. Would she come again, he wondered, when he was inside her? Could he survive the pleasure if she did?

Drew got up with a groan, only long enough to wrestle a condom from its package and slip back into place between Eva’s parted thighs. He thrust into her sharply, without pause or question, his need to be closer to her so great it shut his brain off for a moment.

But only a moment. He reined himself in enough to brace on his elbows, framing her face with gentle hands. “Honey? Eva, open your eyes. Look at me.”

She blinked a few times before focusing on him, as if it were too bright despite the dim light in the room. Her smile was fitful, hesitant.

“Look at me,” Drew repeated. “See me.”

Her eyes were too bright, full of tears, but her smile broadened at his words and she nodded. “I do see you. It’s okay.” And then, as if she were pleasantly surprised, “I’m okay.”

He had to move again and so he did, loving the way the force of each thrust was mirrored back to him in her expression. The hint of tension began to melt into something else as he watched, as her body began to respond again. Within the constraints of the rope, she moved under him and he increased his pace to match hers, until both of them were moaning and panting. Drew lost her gaze at some point as the need took over, the tingling knot in his abdomen and balls tightening almost to the point of pain before he finally exploded inside her with a shout of joy and relief. Seconds later, Eva’s cry mingled with his as her body trembled through another orgasm that seemed even more powerful than the first.

Some vestige of sense kept Drew from collapsing on her until he had untied her hands and wrists, but he left the karada in place around her body. He felt the ropes between them as he pulled her close, and he used the added leverage to tug her into the ideal spot. For long minutes they spooned in sated silence, until Drew was nearly asleep and assumed Eva was as well.