“That’s because I’m fucking ecstatic,” he admits. “Especially if all our shouting matches end like this one did.”
I don’t say a word. I let him gather me up in his arms and hold me close as the elevator door dings, signaling our arrival. I hold his discarded shirt against my stomach as we walk down the hall, ignoring the stares from the other guests who were waiting for the elevator. It doesn’t escape my notice that he cleaned me up with a shirt that declared him a * tamer. I kind of have to agree, as long as it’s my *.
I carry her to our room. She’s biting into the side of my neck, raking her teeth against my skin. We pass people in the hall that stare, but my little wildcat never misses a beat. I open the door and kick it shut with my foot behind us. I stand her up by the bed and hold her while she kicks off her shoes. Then, I pull her shirt up over her head and unlatch her bra. Next comes her pants and underwear. I bend down and pick up her panties, bringing them to my face and breathing them in. I look over to Katie while I’m still taking in the green lace that covers her.
“I want to yell at you for wearing these damn things, but I find myself dreaming of having them wrapped around my cock while I watch you make yourself come,” I tell her, the pink tint of her embarrassment heating up her face.
“I can’t believe you just smelled my panties,” she says.
I put them down on the nightstand with a grin. “Honey, if it was possible, I’d eat the damn things,” I tell her, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.
“Err… Einstein? The head of the bed is up there,” she says. The way I tossed her, her head is at the foot of the bed—which is exactly where I want her.
“True, sweetness,” I tell her, taking out the handcuffs from my back pocket. “But the headboard is just leather mounted on the wall. Now here at the foot is an honest-to-God post I can use to my advantage.”
“What are you doing?” she asks as I latch one of her wrists in the cuff. “I told you, I wasn’t going to run anymore.” I run the handcuff around the post, pulling her other hand up to attach it, then stand back to look at my handiwork. Her hands are secured above her head and there’s no way she’s going to get loose. The position causes her breasts to jut out, moving slightly with each jerk of her body. “Hunter?”
I hear the hint of arousal in her voice. “Sorry, sweetness. I was just admiring my new toy.”
“Toy?”
“Mmm. Yes, definitely. You see, Katie,” I tell her, starting to undress. Her eyes follow everything I do, and when she licks her lips, my cock jerks against my stomach. The fucker should be down for the count after the blowjob he got earlier, but that just got his engine started. Katie may kill me, but Jesus Christ on steroids, what a fucking way to go. “I plan on you being at my mercy all night long.”
“Hunter, I don’t—”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you like it,” I promise her, moving down to the other side of the bed and sitting at her feet. “Did you know that there is a huge debate about how many erogenous zones a woman has?”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I mean, there’s the normal, and those are great. We’ll get to those for sure. The head, the *, the breasts… but I think there are more. I think there are areas on every single part of you that will make you beg to come. What do you think, sweetness? Do you think I’m right?”
“Hunter, I…” Her voice breaks off as I pick up her foot and begin massaging the balls of her feet. I lick around her ankle and nibble on the back of her calf. Her body jerks in response and she gasps as I continuing massaging her feet, letting my fingers manipulate the muscles.
“What do you say, Katydid? Do you think the feet should be included as erogenous?”
She whimpers, but doesn’t reply. So, I move up. My tongue finds the back of her knee as I raise her leg up enough so I can slide under.
“I’ve always thought the knees were particularly sensitive,” I tell her, licking along the backside of her knee while my hands massage the leg gently because it’s the one that gives her so much trouble. I bite the side of her leg, moving up to her thighs. “Or maybe you’d rather I concentrate on your thighs? They are beautiful, and there’s so many places for me to bite, lick, and tease…”
“Hunter!” she growls as I bite the inside of her thigh. I can smell her sweet *, and from where I’m at, I can see the cream gathered on the lips. I turn so I’m looking up at her, just a breath away from her *.
I pull myself up to sit on my knees as I watch, putting her legs over my shoulders. “What is it, sweetness? Don’t you think the thighs are worth my time?”