“You wanted me to have breakfast in bed, I got breakfast in bed,” he tells me, licking his lips before going down for another course.
All over again, my body works closer to that dangerous ledge. He licks and flicks and torments me with such sweet delight, and my body listens and responds to his every motion. It doesn’t matter that it’s about to fall complete prey to him or that it’ll be his casualty all over again, it just listens and tiptoes toward that golden end. This time, like the first, I worry about how soaking I am, but Zane seems to have no worries with any of it, just enjoys weakening me.
“Fuck,” I groan as my body falls apart.
I buck against him, but he grasps tighter onto my legs to stop me from moving much. I just convulse with sheer contentment as complete indulgence claims me. This time when I calm, I’m a panting mess, and I can feel my legs want to shake. The aftermath is delightful, and I can feel the endorphins rush around my body. I lay in wait to see what Zane will do next – leave me be or go for thirds. However, what he does surprises me more. He begins to dot kisses along my inner thigh until he’s sitting up enough to allow my legs to lower back down.
He just offers me a wickedly devilish grin when his gaze meets mine.
I cock a brow, ready to scold him for taking blatant advantage of my shortcomings. “I’m beginning to wonder if you’ve tied me up to make me easier on you. I mean, you still are physically impaired some, but this seems a little extreme.”
“It’s not to make you easier at all,” he comments, covering my entire body with his. “It’s to exert some damn male dominance. I get you defenseless and vulnerable, and it’s such a beautifully raw sight. I don’t want you tied and helpless always, just sometimes.” His eyes then morph before me, dangerously becoming overcast with how turned on he is at just the sight of me bound naked beneath him. But just as soon as I recognize the look, it disappears, and that cheeky twinkle glistens in his eyes. “And sometimes, Amelia, I want to fucking gag you just to stop that smart mouth of yours.”
“It adds to the sex appeal,” I muse, biting my lip in sexual anticipation. “Can’t live up to being a tease without it.”
He chuckles, sitting back a little to rub a hand around the back of his neck. “Believe me, Sweetheart, you don’t need to say a single word when you have that body of yours.”
I grin wildly at him, pleased with that comment. “I do prefer my smart mouth, though. Gets me into some eventful places sometimes. My body just adds to the attraction.” I wink and then wiggle a little, tugging at the handcuffs. “Now are we going to get real food or are you never releasing me?”
“The latter is tempting,” he muses, tapping a finger to his chin. “But I think I need your help with this hard on, so maybe a fuck then food?” His question is rhetorically spoken, and I love that he’s back in the act like he is.
“If so, can you please untie me,” I tell him, keeping my voice light and sarcastic. “I love to leave my mark.”
“Okay,” he says and begins to clamber up the bed. He reaches over to the bedside table, throws the drawer open, and picks out a key. “This time I will be untying you, but just so I can fuck you hard and not have to worry about cuff marks and hurting you. I just want you well fucked so you can remember how I feel when I buried ball deep inside you. You okay with that?”
“I would be if you would shut up and do as you say,” I retort snappily, trying to make him hurry up. “So, you don’t want to mark me, but you’re willing to allow me to leave claw marks down your back?”
“Masochist me, Sweetheart. We’ve been over this before.” he quips with an air of a sardonic nature.
He frees my arms and catches them via my wrist in his large hands only to gentle caress them where the metal bit into my skin a little. This doesn’t last as he works down the bed and yanks my body down a little toward him. I feel his hand on my hip, stroking around on my skin to lift my leg up and ready himself to push his erect length into me. I grip the sheets with stilted anticipation, my body cries for him and just as he thrusts fully into me – thick and hard – my cell begins to ring from the bedside table. Still buried deep inside me, Zane moves to peer over at the screen and groans out. I don’t need to be told who’s spoiling the moment.
“Your father is a real mood killer,” Zane mumbles, unable to continue pulling out of me. “I’ve been hard all morning for you, now it’s limp as fuck.”
I sit up, Zane still between my legs, but with a look of petulance at the fact that clearly I’m going to be pulled away. As the phone continues to ring, I ignore it. I shift myself a little closer to him, my hands running up his thighs. “I’ll help harden it up later.” I then give him a straight smile, trying to make him feel better. “If not, I know a man who does a potent batch of Viagra.”