Ari felt herself being lifted. She quickly looped her arms around Rafe’s neck as he made his way through the house and began ascending the staircase.
“What—”
“No speaking,” he said, leaning down and silencing her with a hard kiss that made her body throb. Mmm, she loved this commanding Rafe, loved it when he came out to play. He’d been too afraid to for a while, too afraid of frightening her after the way things had ended for them before she’d taken him back. She didn’t want to admit how much this man turned her on when he took control, but when he was in full command, her entire body pulsed with arousal.
He reached a room and laid her down, but not on their bed — the surface was too hard — and within seconds, he’d stripped her clothing away. Curiosity made her want to reach up and pull off the mask, but as she thought about doing that, Rafe grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, quickly securing them.
“Rafe…” Ari’s voice was unsure. Nonetheless, she realized that not even an ounce of fear was flowing through her veins, just pure desire. Whatever this new game was, she was enjoying it immensely.
“Shh,” he said. After running his tongue across her lips, he spread her legs and secured them, too, leaving her wide open for his pleasure. And hers.
When she was fully tied up, he climbed back up her body, then let his mouth blaze a heated path down along her skin, grazing her jaw, kissing her neck and then in between her br**sts. She shook with need. Her inability to see anything heightened her other senses.
He reached her stomach, gently nipping the skin below her belly button, and then his hands gripped her thighs and he lowered his mouth. As he kissed the outer edges of her core, she struggled to shift, wanting his mouth everywhere at once.
He gave her what she wanted, moving his mouth further down, kissing the inside of her thighs, while he moved his hands up to caress her h*ps and then smooth along her shaking stomach.
“Please, Rafe,” she begged.
He said nothing. His tongue swept out and caressed her core with only one slow lick, making her back arch in the air. Then he began to move upward again, making her whimper.
This time he planted kisses up the slope of her breast and circled his tongue around the outside of her pebbled peak before sucking her nipple into his mouth and gently clamping his teeth down, making her cry out.
His hand found her core and he thrust two fingers inside, making her juices flow as she came close to falling over the edge.
Begging him did no good. He took his time kissing her all over; his hands followed the path of his mouth and he glided across every surface of her skin.
Finally, he bent down and opened his mouth to her core, sucking her throbbing pleasure point into his mouth and making her scream as an orgasm ripped through her, pulsing on and on, endlessly.
His tongue soothed the area, drawing out her pleasure; but then, suddenly, he was gone. She wanted to see what he was doing, but she couldn’t shake off the blindfold.
“Rafe?” she asked when several moments passed and he didn’t touch her, didn’t slide his body into hers.
The room was utterly silent and she started to grow nervous. Yes, the orgasm had been insanely good, but she wanted more — she wanted his body to sink into hers now, needed him to join them together to make everything complete.
When she was really starting to worry, she felt something silken and velvety against her lips, and she swept out her tongue to taste his excitement as he pressed his arousal against her mouth.
She gladly opened to him, her core beginning to pulse again as he slipped his manhood into her mouth, sliding slowly deeper as he grasped the back of her head.
She hadn’t done this before — hadn’t sucked him inside her mouth while tied up and blindfolded, with him in complete control.
She was amazed at how turned on she was.
He still said nothing as he pushed himself deeper, quickening his movements as he touched the back of her throat, his pleasure lubricating his thick staff and dripping on her tongue.
Pulling out, he ran the head of his arousal across her lips and she swept out her tongue to taste him again, to feel his texture. The only sound in the room was a mixture of their excited groans.
He pulled away from her and she whimpered until he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue possessing her mouth, demanding her submission.
She was his. Unquestionably his.
He moved again and she whimpered until she felt him pressing against her core.
Finally!
She was more than ready for him to fill her. With a solid thrust, he drove inside her body, rocking her forward on the table as he groaned. “So hot,” he called out as he stilled, buried fully inside her.
Then Ari blinked as he ripped off the blindfold and looked into her eyes. “I want to see your eyes dilate when I send you over the edge again,” he gasped as he began moving.
Ari couldn’t take her eyes from his as he thrust in and out of her, building her higher and higher as his body possessed hers.
She shook as he brought her close to the brink before slowing down and pausing, making the orgasm so close but just out of reach. “Please don’t stop,” she begged, and he sped up again.
Rafe smiled at her as he lifted a hand and cupped one of her swollen br**sts, taking her nipple between his fingers and pinching hard.
That was all it took. As he thrust against her while squeezing her swollen peak, she came apart, her body holding his manhood tight as she convulsed around him.
“Ari,” he cried, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside her, then shaking with the power of his release.
He now moved slowly within her, squeezing her hip bruisingly hard with one hand and her breast with the other. She didn’t care about the marks he was sure to leave. All she could focus on was the pure pleasure in his face.
When the last of their orgasms eased, he gave her a look of complete satisfaction, then leaned forward and kissed her lips.
“I will never get enough of you, Ari.”
“But it will sure be fun if you try,” she told him.
Rafe released her from her binds and picked her up in his arms. She turned her head to look at the newest toy he’d bought, a wooden table with movable areas for the arms and legs, and with soft leather straps that he’d used to bind her with. Oh, the fun they would have with that.
One of these times, she’d turn the table on him. She was already plotting the wicked things she’d do to him once he was tied up there.