“You fucking inspire me, Zoey. You’re so bold and daring. You have no idea how much of that energy I pull from you when you’re not with me.”
I gasped. Undulated exhilaration coursed my sensually heightened body. Though my sex was still a bit tender from the night before, I wanted Stenton so bad, pleasure and pain. I jumped into his arms, clamping every limb onto his frame.
“Show me,” I found myself purring.
Stenton’s lips crashed into mine, his tongue touring my mouth with hunger. His long hands tightly gripping my backside, lifting me onto him, had me eagerly climbing his trunk. He gently laid me at the center of the bed and slowly strapped my wrists and ankles in the restraints, my pulse raced with grave anticipation at the sound of each application.
When he was done, Stenton stepped back and observed his handiwork, forcing me to do the same. My breasts sat high and perky, swollen at the apex. My legs were spread eagle, my sex totally exposed to him. I felt dizzy with longing, so carnal and out of my controlled element.
“You’re so fucking beautiful just like this, Ni?a. You have no idea how crazy I feel right now.” The molten look in his eyes gave me an idea.
I felt wholly feminine, paradoxically powerful while restrained.
Turned on by his appraisal and antsy to explore whatever he had coming, I cried out, “Stenton.” It was more of a whisper. A plea.
“Fuck, Zo!” he growled and climbed on the bed appearing very feral.
Stenton greedily took to my body with his hungry mouth, devouring my breasts before slowly moving south. I lay there, panting maniacally, and shivering, enjoying every swipe his tongue paid my heightened skin, and each kiss his warm and cushioned lips bestowed on my trembling frame. Stenton was no longer the hesitant lover I’d perceived last night. Tonight, he was the measured and provocative aggressor and that equally excited and frightened me.
When his face hit my core, my pelvis jolted. Stenton’s head rose to give me a moment to relax, and eventually I did. His mouth returned, applying chaste kisses down my slickened feminine lips. Mechanically, I tried closing my thighs, but the restraints prevented that. Then I felt the force of his stiffened tongue move along the opening of my labia. I shivered. He did it again, this time adding more pressure. His tongue moved up and down in patient succession and the more he moved, the tighter the strain I put on my limbs in the restraints. Stenton must have felt my tensing because his head swung up and I could see his questioning scowl.
“You’ve never been tasted.” My belly tightened with tension. It was more of a statement, but one that required confirmation.
I bit my quivering lips.
Immediately, Stenton mumbled, “The fuck was I thinking?” It was hardly audible.
It took agonizing seconds for Stenton to pull himself together.
“Ni?a, you have to relax and trust me to bring you pleasure. Do you trust me?”
With wild eyes my head bobbed enthusiastically because I totally trusted Stenton and on more than a sexual level. I especially needed him to know that.
He caught it. Stenton gave me a slight affirmative nod and deep gaze before he adjusted himself on his knees and lowered his face between my legs then brandished his urgent tongue against my clitoris, thrashing it with wild abandon. In an instant, I felt a wave of heat hit my groin causing my back to arch over the mattress and my breathing to spike. The sensations undulating my core were nothing my mere mind ever schemed. The grip Stenton had on my hips as he generously fed himself my sex left me little room to escape the pleasure he was forcing me to endure.