He moved lower, stroking his tongue over first one breast, then the other, careful not to touch her anywhere else. She groaned and he kissed her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, then biting down softly.
He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her navel, then pulling at the tiny ruby with his teeth. He bypassed the curls at the base of her belly and shifted down the bed. He kissed the inside of her ankles, then over the smooth skin of her calf. She was shifting restlessly now but unable to move more than a little, and she growled in frustration.
He reached her thighs, the skin so soft that he spent long moments caressing them, building the anticipation.
“Please.”
Kim’s softly spoken plea made him pause. He raised his head and peered up the length of her body. “Are you begging?”
She pursed her lips. “Of course not.”
He lowered his head and blew gently over her sex.
She gasped, her hips jerking. “Okay, just say I am begging. What then?”
He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her. “Then we get to the good bit.”
He used one hand to part the folds of her sex. Her clit was swollen and she was drenched. “I love that I do this to you,” he said, brushing his fingertip across her moist flesh.
He stroked his tongue down the length of her, his cock twitching as he tasted her sweet muskiness. Pushing inside her, he rubbed her inner walls, feeling her muscles clench around him. Then drew out to tease lazy circles around her clit.
…
She was in a dark, sensual place, her only reality Jake’s lips and tongue on her sex. She could see nothing through the blindfold; all she could do was feel. She was flying out of control and she no longer cared—nothing mattered but reaching for the release building inside her.
His tongue swirled around her clitoris, never quite touching. In some ways, she didn’t want him to. She was sure that the first direct touch would send her tumbling over the edge and she wanted this to last forever. Here, in this place, there were no worries of the future, just sensations piled on sensations. The experience was too intense. The pleasure too great.
She’d probably regret this later. But right now nothing else mattered. She stopped moving, held herself so still, concentrated on his clever mouth moving between her sex, eating her up, devouring her.
Time lost all meaning. Some part of her registered the small mewling sounds coming from her throat. At last, he kissed her gently, his tongue flicking over her clit, and the heaviness burst inside her, washing over her in warm waves. As the pleasure receded, he sucked her into his mouth and she came again.
She was vaguely aware of Jake leaving her, then the tear of foil and he was back. Pushing into her, huge and hard, stretching her. For a minute, he remained still, lodged deep inside. Then he slowly pulled out. Each slow stroke rubbed against her sensitized core and she gave herself up to the feelings. She lay beneath him, stretched out taut. She could feel the ropes at her wrists and ankles, holding her open for him while he moved relentlessly on her. His mouth was at her breasts, tugging and sucking on her nipples. The intensity of feeling bordered on pain, filled her mind, until she was nothing but the swell of sensation.
“Come for me again, sweetheart,” he whispered.
And she did, shattering into a thousand pieces.
Chapter Seventeen
Kim blinked in the darkness. No light leaked from behind the heavy curtains. Here in the Highlands, sunrise came around four thirty; it must still be the middle of the night.
She lay pressed against Jake’s side but couldn’t tell if he was awake or sleeping.
This was like time out of real life, and she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to return to reality. She didn’t even want to think about it. Now, the weekend was nearly over.
She hadn’t wanted to spoil their time here by worrying about what would happen when they returned to London. All the same, she had a sneaking suspicion this weekend might not have succeeded in getting the idea of sex with Jake well and truly out of her system. She wasn’t sure that was a possibility. The more she had him, the more she wanted him. He was addictive.
And she felt changed, a different person than the woman who had arrived. When Jake had tied her, blindfolded her, instead of feeling trapped as she’d expected, she’d experienced a sense of liberation she hadn’t dreamed possible. Something had shifted inside her, but she needed time to explore what that meant.
The next day, Jake had been different. Tender yet forceful, as though he sensed the change as well.