“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “I love touching you.”
“I love you touching me,” he said huskily. “You’re beautiful touching me. I keep wondering what the hell I did to deserve this. A goddess pleasuring me when I should be pleasuring you.”
She smiled. “We’ll get there. I hope.”
His gaze was serious. “We will, baby. We will. There’s no hurry and I don’t want you to ever feel pressured to give me something you can’t. I’ll wait because the end result is worth it. You’re worth it.”
Her chest swelled, knotting with emotion. He made it sound so easy, and she supposed it was. Time. They had all they needed. He’d been very clear about wanting her and waiting for as long as it took. Did he realize the enormity of such a gift?
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his belly, just an inch above where his c**k rested. He flinched and let out a gasp, giving her courage to touch him intimately with her mouth.
Carefully, she kissed the tip, just as she had his belly, but then grew bolder, flicking out her tongue to lick the head.
“Jesus,” he choked out. “You’re killing me.”
Feeling powerful, she took more control, sucking the tip into her mouth, holding him there for a long moment while she lapped at the pr**um seeping from the slit. Then she sucked him deep, enjoying his instant reaction.
She had no experience whatsoever, but her instincts took over and she let her hands roam as she continued her sensual assault with her mouth and tongue.
His chest heaved, his hips arching upward again, guiding his c**k deeper into her mouth. His arms strained against the ropes securing his wrists and his face was twisted in beautiful agony.
“Put your hands around me, baby. I’m about to come,” he said raggedly.
She wrapped both hands around him, feeling the thick, rigid strength of his cock. Velvet over steel. She stroked up and down, tightening her grip. Then she leaned down to lap at his balls, liking the rugged feel of his sac on her tongue.
His cry split the silence. He erupted, his release spurting onto his belly, marking the tan skin with creamy ropes of liquid. She watched in fascination as the jets of se**n spilled onto his flesh and she gently continued stroking him until at last he began to soften in her grasp.
Watching him come had been heady, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It left her restless, edgy and unfulfilled. She ached. Her br**sts tingled and her clit pulsed between her thighs. But she had no idea how to gain her own release. Now that she’d taken the leap, she was uncertain of what to do next. Or if she should do anything at all to assuage the edge of unfulfillment.
“Take off your clothes, baby.”
She yanked up her gaze in surprise.
“You’re still in control,” he reassured gently. “But you need relief. And I want to see your beautiful body. Remember, I’m still tied. Now take off your clothes and get back on the bed with me. I want to see you come.”
Shakily she got off the bed and did as he directed. Keeping her gaze averted, she slowly slipped out of her clothing, hesitating when she got to her bra and panties. It was almost as if she thought the bruises from decades ago would still show on her skin. She felt intensely vulnerable, but at the same time she was driven to follow his dictate.
She snuck a peek in Jensen’s direction only to find warm understanding burning in his dark eyes. If he’d looked at her any other way she likely would have chickened out. But it was that understanding that enabled her to go the rest of the way.
He saw to the heart of her. Knew how hard it was for her to bare herself in front of him. It made her all the more determined not to let her fears win.
Before she could back down, she yanked off her bra and pulled off her panties. Then she crawled back on the bed, kneeling beside him before finally meeting his gaze again.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured. “Pleasure yourself. Let me watch you make yourself come.”
Her eyes widened. For a moment she was at a complete loss.
“Cup your br**sts. Hold them up for me and then touch your ni**les. Figure out what feels good to you and then do more of that,” he encouraged.
Seduced by his husky tone and his eagerness for her to be pleased, she slowly slid her hands up her belly to cup her br**sts, plumping them outward. She brushed her thumbs across the sensitive peaks, gasping at the electrical shock that seemed to jolt through her body.
“Now imagine me sucking them,” he said in a low voice. “My mouth around them, my tongue licking them.”
She closed her eyes and moaned, getting into the spirit of his seduction.
“Now put your hand between your legs,” he directed. “Spread your folds, show me that pretty pu**y. But keep your other hand on your breast and play with your nipple.”
Keeping her eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell, she slipped one hand down her belly and in between her thighs. She shivered as her fingers slipped over her clit, and then, as he’d directed, she spread herself, pulling upward so he could see.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself come. Come for me.”
She let out a soft moan as she began to touch herself, finding the perfect rhythm. She arched upward, unable to sit still. She undulated her hips as she continued to exert pressure on her clit, rolling it beneath her middle finger.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Make yourself feel good, Kylie. God, you’re beautiful. So beautiful.”
His voice was smooth and sensual, heightening her pleasure, taking her higher and higher, closer to the edge of bliss.
She could feel the stirrings of something truly wonderful. Her body tightened. Her br**sts grew even more sensitive. Every touch. Every breath. Her womb clenched, her pu**y clenched. And still she climbed even higher, getting closer and closer with every touch, with every word that came out of Jensen’s mouth.
She threw back her head with abandon, feeling wild and exotic. This wasn’t her. She’d become someone else entirely. Someone sexy, a seductress. Someone in control of her sexuality.
Never had she felt so . . . free. Unburdened. Here, nothing could touch her. Nothing could hurt or frighten her. There was only her and Jensen. And her deepest, most intoxicating fantasies.
“So f**king beautiful,” Jensen murmured.
She opened her eyes and locked gazes with him, suddenly unafraid and uninhibited. She wanted to share this with him.