Though, for me, every look was good on Deke.
“Be back,” he whispered, and I watched him bend again to me, touching his mouth to my belly before he rolled off me and the bed.
I turned to my side, cheek to the pillow, arm under me curled, the other arm straight out. I hitched a knee and watched Deke go to his bag. He pawed through it and I pressed my lips together as my clit contracted when I saw he had a blue bandana in his hand.
He hadn’t tied me since that one time with my scarf.
I was getting the feeling anniversary sex was going to rock.
But I had no idea.
No idea it wasn’t going to rock.
It was going to change my world.
He climbed back into bed, crawling into it on hands and knees, his eyes locked to mine, his movements predatory, and I swallowed, my fingers reflexively clenching into the sheets, heady prickles radiating from clit, through cunt, over my ass and up my spine.
When he reached me, he yanked the covers totally off me and hooked my waist with an arm. He pulled me up, coming up himself, so we were both on our knees, facing each other.
Then he trailed the hand with the bandana down my arm, to my wrist, where he circled it and lifted it up.
Only then did he take his eyes from me so he could watch as he threaded the rolled bandana between our wrists.
When his head moved that way, I turned my eyes and watched him secure a knot he’d done one handed, tightening it with his teeth.
At feeling the material constrict, anchoring me to Deke, a spasm exploded between my legs, another one close on its heels at the sight of his strong teeth, the feel of our wrists bound snugly together.
His gaze came to mine and I got lost in it, mired deep in the heat of his eyes, so in the thrall of Deke sharing his need for me stark, right there to see, to feel, I lost track of where his other hand was until I felt it in my hair. Up it went until it was close to the scalp where it gripped, yanking back.
The pain at my scalp translated to pleasure as it raced over my body, my back arching at his demand, then his mouth captured a nipple and sucked hard.
“God,” I breathed, my arch pushing deeper, offering more to him as he took our bound wrists, twisting my arm, pinning it behind me.
He worked my nipples, one, the other, back, and again, until I was whimpering, my free hand fisted in the back of his hair, my lower body pressing hard into his, feeling his rigid cock snug against my belly.
I rubbed into it, needing the feel of it, wanting to give him something while he was giving to me.
Then suddenly his hand at my hair wasn’t tugging back, it was pushing down and Deke shifted as he forced me to bend. Drawing our tied wrists around, his hand covering mine over his cock, his other hand still in my hair, tugging it back now to arch my neck, he drove the head of his cock through my lips and I took him. I took him with my mouth as both Deke and I jacked his dick.
Damn.
Amazing.
Never anything like it.
I’d never had anything like Deke.
I planted my free hand in the bed to keep steady in order to give him more while I took what he was giving. I closed my lips tight around the rim of the head of his cock and sucked hard. His fingers around mine gripped firmer, moving faster, pumping harder.
I was moaning against his cock, the insides of my thighs quivering, feeling the wet gather, desperate to put my free hand between my legs, unable to because I needed it for support, this making the desperation more acute, phenomenal, turning the noises I was making into verbal keening.
Deke heard it, pulled our hands from his cock and started fucking my face in earnest and I rocked into him, meeting his thrusts, hollowing my cheeks to draw him as deep inside as I could get him, feeling the rumbles he was making sound around my heart and tremble in my womb.
I thought he wanted me to take him there with my mouth but abruptly I was up, both our bound hands between my legs, Deke’s middle finger pressing mine to my clit, circling, twitching, his mouth slamming down on mine, his tongue invading.
I kissed him back as I rode our hands and I kissed him harder as I rode us urgently when he slid both our fingers inside and started finger fucking me.
He took our fingers from clit to cunt, back and again, until I was so gone, I couldn’t take his mouth anymore.
I tore my lips from his and shoved my face in his neck, moaning, “Baby.”
“Do not get there,” he growled.
“God,” I breathed, holding on, fighting my orgasm, unable to stop my hips moving feverishly against the manipulation of our fingers.
I took all I could take and when I could take no more, with my free hand, I reached and cupped his balls. Not able to control it, I squeezed him maybe a bit too roughly.
In reaction, on a grunt that blistered through me, Deke sunk his teeth just beyond where my neck met my shoulder and he did it hard.
Right where he’d marked me.
And I knew he’d again given that to me.