Tornado Allie(17)

A trickle of arousal dripped down onto the sheets, and her nipples burned. She squirmed, tugging on the restraints. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d lose her mind.

The swooshing of him removing his clothes gave away his location.

He was at the foot of the bed.

Her pussy throbbed with need, and she unsuccessfully tried to close her thighs to ease the building tension.

He laughed, a deep rumble that revealed how much he enjoyed her predicament.

“Touch me already,” she said.

“I’ll touch you when I’m ready and not a moment sooner. Maybe you require a reminder. Who’s in control, Allie?”

She clenched her teeth. “You.”

“Exactly. I’ll touch you. Lick you. Fuck you. When I want. Where I want. And you can’t do a thing to stop me except use your safe word.”

Dozens of images inspired by his erotic words bombarded her at once. At this point, she’d come the second he put any pressure on her clit. A frickin’ feather across it would incite an orgasm so huge the weather center would rate it as a category five if it were a hurricane.

The mattress dipped from his weight, and she felt the heat radiating from him over her chest. He slid his tongue across her lower lip as he blanketed her trembling body with his. She moaned, her own tongue darting out to greet his, and he passionately accepted, devouring her. Consuming her. Loving her.

She arched her body in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache deep between her thighs. It wasn’t as if he’d know if she climaxed, and if he did, would he really punish her?

The thought of his hand slapping the flesh of her behind set off tiny flutters in her pussy. Either way, she’d win.

He responded by licking her nipple and then scraping it with his teeth, sending electrified sparks of bliss darting through her body. She clenched her hands into fists and bit down on her lip.

He continued to explore her body, paying equal attention to her other nipple before dragging his tongue lower…skipping the place where she needed it most. He worked his way down her calves and ankles, awakening the nerves along the path and stimulating each one of her available senses to its pinnacle.

The need to touch him was unbearable. Damned restraints. Restless with desire, she writhed and thrashed beneath him, clenching and releasing her empty hands.

Minutes. Hours. Days could’ve passed. All concept of time was lost as he nibbled on the inside of her thighs. Kissed the sensitive area above her pubis. Licked circles around her areolae, paying homage to her nipples and making good on his promise to turn them red with his ministrations. All the while murmuring his sexy, dirty ramblings about how good she tasted and all the kinky things he could do to her while she lay bound at his mercy. The soft caress of his mouth on her skin made her shiver and her pussy spasm. She felt restless and needy, craving his cock inside her.

No man had ever loved her body so thoroughly. So completely. So perfectly.

Then finally…finally…his tongue lapped up her slit leaving behind a tingling warmth. One more inch to her pulsating clit and she’d discharge like a lightning bolt. Her thighs shook, and if she dug her heels into the mattress any harder, she’d leave holes.

He shifted his weight, and suddenly, his mouth was on hers, smothering her cries. The taste of her tangy arousal on his lips fueled the flames higher than she’d believed possible. She wouldn’t last much longer.

“Are you ready for my cock?” His voice was gritty and strained.

“I was ready thirty minutes ago. Please fuck me, Drake.”

This time he didn’t make her wait. She heard the tearing of what she assumed was the condom wrapper. Then his dick prodded her slick entrance, giving her mere seconds to prepare before he thrust and seated himself inside her. It stretched her walls, completely filling her. A pressure built deep in her pussy, and she itched for him to move. Maybe she’d really died from pneumonia and this was heaven. That was the only way to describe how she felt.

“I’m perfect. I’ve never…” How could she explain when she barely understood it herself? No matter how much she’d tried to convince herself otherwise, it was more than sex between her and Drake, which was why she’d treasure this one night for as long as she lived, yet leave him behind in the morning with his heart intact. She’d given him her heart the moment he’d called her courageous five days ago, and she’d never get it back. It was his forever, whether he knew it or not. But he deserved more than she could give him.

Needing to express how she felt, yet unable, she dug deep inside and gave him the closest words to what she felt down to her marrow. “I’m not fragile. Don’t hold back anything. I want to board the plane tomorrow still feeling you inside me like you promised. Fuck me, Drake.”