“Oh, God.” My head rolls to the side as I grip onto his arms. Holy shit. I shudder when he moves along the lace material, teasing me with the tiniest bit of contact.
“Don’t say it then,” his deep voice taunts me. “Don’t tell me you’re not completely soaked for me right now. That I couldn’t make you come all over my hand if I wanted to.”
“If I don’t say it, are you… Reese… shit… are you going to stop?”
“Yes.”
I shift my eyes up to meet his. “Okay. Say your line again.”
“We need a new tie. You soaked this one.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s soaked!” I reply animatedly. “I’m soaked. Really soaked. My panties are pretty much useless at the moment. You should probably just remove them. They’re not doing me any good right now, and they are definitely in your way. Did I mention the word ‘soaked’?”
He smirks before his face breaks into a smile. “Pervert. I knew you couldn’t resist going there.” He slides his hand out and grabs the back of my thighs.
“Can we get back to getting a new tie? You’ve teased the hell out of me and if you don’t finish what you’ve started, I’ll take matters into my own hands. Or more specifically, fingers.”
His brow furrows. “Nobody finishes what I start when it comes to that *. Not even you. You come when I make you. And it will be happening on my cock and in my mouth, not on your fingers.”
“Fine by me,” I reply, scooting to the edge of the wood. “As long as it happens in the next five minutes. Otherwise…” I pause, shooting him a teasing look.
He grabs me off the worktop and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his waist as we move toward the stairs. “Otherwise nothing. You hurry me along in any way or threaten to handle your own orgasms and you won’t be coming at all. I’ll tie you to the bed and make you watch me handle my own situation all over your tits this time.”
“All I heard was bed. Your ass is distracting me.” I give it one good smack as he starts up the stairs.
“Speaking of asses, I plan on fucking yours tonight.”
My eyes widen as my body becomes instantly rigid. Fuuccckkk. Anal? Am I ready for that?
He senses my apprehensiveness and rubs his hand on my bare thigh, soothing me. “Relax, love. Trust me with your body. I’ll always make it good for you.”
“Oh, God,” I nervously mumble, dropping my head against his back.
“You’ll be screaming that a lot in a minute.”
I laugh against his shirt, instantly relaxing and leaving my nervousness on the stairs.
I’m naked, lying in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. I was given three instructions after Reese set me on my feet and removed my dress and panties. Three instructions I eagerly obeyed.
“Get on the bed, grab onto the bed posts, and don’t let go.”
My hands are wrapped around two wooden spindles as I watch him standing at the foot of the bed. He hasn’t taken away my sight yet and right now, I’m extremely grateful for that as I watch him slowly remove his dress shirt button by button. He’s taking his time and he knows what it’s doing to me. He also knows that if he hadn’t told me to keep my hands where they are, I would be ripping that shirt off him in record timing.
I take in the sight of him shirtless. The leanness of his body which is sculpted with that perfect amount of muscle. Broad shoulders and slightly-tanned skin. The hard lines of his abs which my hands are yearning to roam over.
My grip tightens around the wood.
His fingers loosen his belt as his eyes roam my body, slowly taking in every inch of me. Lower, lower, until he suddenly flicks them up to meet mine.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I do as I’m told. “Wider.”