Arianna gulped for air, shaking her head to come back to earth. “What are you doing?” she gasped.
“Slowing down.”
She arched upward then, grinning at his restraint. “You don’t have to. I like it quick, I like it hard, I like it—"
“I don’t play that way.”
Her legs lay splayed open on the bed, his shaft pressed against her entrance. “Grant, I want—“
“Baby, you don’t know what you want yet." He laughed then, a low, husky growl of sound. "But I’m going to show you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I practice tantra.”
“Please tell me that’s sex.”
He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, biting the sensitive lobe of her ear. “Hell, yes.
But it’s better than regular sex. And I’m going to show you every step of the way.” He reached out, slid a drawer open, and took out a pair of velvet handcuffs. Before she could protest, he slipped her wrists into them and clicked the cuffs closed.
“Grant?”
“Shhh, trust me.”
Sliding off the bed, he dimmed the lights. He took off his underwear, then strode naked to the bed and lay beside her, one hand propped up so he could see her clearly. His fingers glided over her breasts, pinched her nipples lightly, coasted down on her stomach and traced the line of dark hair between her thighs. “Something tells me you approach sex like everything else you do.
No holds barred.”
She sucked in her breath as she felt his finger part the thick bush of hair and stroke her swollen lips. “I, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
“Not for men. But for you. I think you deserve more. You deserve to come a dozen times before I enter you. I want to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name, I want to touch every part of your body, hidden and not hidden, and not once am I going to enter you.” His other finger slid in and parted her lips to expose her clit. She pulled at her restraints, feeling overwhelmed by helplessness and sharp excitement. He watched her face the whole time, enjoying her pleasure, while his fingers caressed, softly at first and then steadier. Arianna tried to fight it, tried to hold on for longer, not used to so much foreplay being focused on her with such intensity. “I don’t want—“
“Come for me, Arianna,” he coaxed. “Come for me the first time while I watch what I do to you.” Almost punishing her for holding back, he slipped one finger gently inside her and rubbed, harder, and harder, faster until—
“Grant! Oh, God!” She came hard, her hips arching up against his hand as the shimmers sliced through her in an agony of pleasure. Slowly, she floated down, her legs relaxing against his fingers, her wetness trickling down her thigh. He laughed in satisfaction and then rolled on top of her, his mouth near hers.
“That’s it. That’s what you needed. Now, let’s bring you back up.” His mouth took hers. Like a whisper, floating, he eased her into the kiss, his taste and scent swamping her senses as she opened her mouth to his.
His tongue thrust into the warm satin of her mouth, urging her in an endless game of come and play. She moaned deep in her throat and he caught the sound, his fingers stroking her nipples like light teasing feathers, making them twist and tighten. Her stomach dipped as she felt herself begin to crest again, the delicious tension pulling bit by bit, and then his mouth moved down to her neck to bite and lick.
“I want to touch you.” She gasped the words.
“Not yet. I think you’re always too eager to dive right in. Let me teach you how the ancients practiced sex.” His mouth moved to her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipples, his hands pushing up her mound so he could suckle and lick and bite until her nerve endings jumped at the sound of his voice or the touch of his fingers. “A woman’s body is made for sex, but a man needs to learn discipline to fully appreciate his own pleasure. Holding back and riding the wave makes it more intense when we finally explode.” His mouth moved lower across her stomach, dipped into her navel, then licked at the edge of her junction. “Tantra is about sexual energy. It’s about foreplay, and the journey. Not the culmination.” His fingers parted her thighs wide, then wider, his thumbs held open her pussy as his tongue licked and teased gently at her budding clit.
“I’m going to thrust inside of you and not come, Arianna. Not until you beg me over and over for mercy.” He paused, and looked up her body so his black eyes cut into hers with pure heat. “Again, baby. Come again.”