He lavished attention on her clit and she screamed in pleasure, futilely trying to grasp at something, anything, with her tied-up hands – just to hold on – as he buried his tongue inside her.
She arched her hips as the sensations shot through her, hard and fast, like quicksilver tearing through her blood and veins. The feelings were so intense from his delicious mouth making love to her, and his hands holding her down hard, making her open and completely vulnerable. She had no choice but to let him go down on her however he wanted. He was masterful with his lips and his tongue, licking her clit while kissing her pu**y senseless. Her pulse raced, her blood roared. Soon, she started to lose control, rocking into him recklessly. She wanted to pull him close, but her hands were pinned, and she liked it that way. No, she reveled in it – as the waves of ecstasy slammed into her, crashing into every corner, flooding her inside and out.
She shuddered and moaned, saying his name over and over. As the feelings ebbed, he tugged her close and kissed her cheek. Her forehead. Her neck. Even her nose.
Soft, sweet, fluttery kisses. Her body felt like a noodle. She was warm and glowing, in that heady state after an epic orgasm. He seemed to sense that she needed a minute to bask in the aftereffects. Gently, he untied her hands as he buzzed his soft lips from her throat to her ear.
“Did you like it when my face was between your legs, Julia?”
His voice was low and soft, and there was a tender tone to it. So different from the rough way he’d talked to her when he issued his instructions. She pressed closer to him, savoring the momentary sweetness, loving that he had so many sides – hard and hungry, then gentle when he needed to be. He ran a hand down her side, across her waist, traveling to her hip. He bent his head to her belly, layering a gentle kiss there, then over to her hipbone. She could get used to this, to this kind of touch – rough at times and gentle at others, and he knew when to hit each note.
“I loved it,” she murmured.
“Good. Because you taste fantastic on me,” he said, then claimed her mouth in a quick, hot kiss. “And now you taste fantastic on you.”
She looped her hands into his thick hair and wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him know what she wanted next. “Can you please sleep with me now?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You ready to feel me inside you?”
“God yes,” she said. “But you need to get naked like I am.” She said and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed down his jeans.
He pulled her up from the chair, looked deep into her eyes, then raked her over head to toe. “I am so glad I walked into your bar tonight, because this is the best night I’ve had in a long time, and you are quite possibly a perfect woman. So as far as I can see, the only thing that could possibly make it better is you bent over the chair with your ass in the air.”
She hitched in a breath as a ribbon of desire was unleashed in her body. “I want it hard, Clay,” she told him as she turned around and bent over, lifting her bottom for him. “I want it hard and deep and I want to feel your c**k all the way inside me.”
He fished in his wallet for a condom, rolled it on, and smacked her ass once.
“You will feel me for days, gorgeous.”
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That back.
So long and sexy and smooth. That hair, all silky and thick and perfect for tugging. But that ass. It was so inviting. Clay rubbed his palms against her smooth, soft skin, then placed a thumb on each cheek to spread her open. Her pu**y was glistening and his c**k twitched eagerly at the sight; jumpy f**ker was ready to be inside her, but he wanted to enjoy the view as he entered. She’d tasted delicious, so hot and sexy and willing, but maybe she tasted so good to him because she liked it the same way he did. She liked to dominate and to be dominated. She liked to talk dirty, and be talked dirty to. She was a scorching combination of everything he’d ever craved in the bedroom – never had he met a woman before that he’d clicked with in every way – and now he was was going to have her how he wanted. He teased her wet lips with the head of his cock. She whimpered, then raised her ass higher.
“You like how my c**k feels against you? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, I don’t want you to tease me. I want you to take me,” she said in a firm tone, turning her head to shoot him a sharp stare.
“You telling me what to do, gorgeous?”
“Yes. I’m telling you what to do. And you better take me now because I don’t want to be teased.”
He rubbed himself against her, and her body responded instantly, shivering as he toyed with her. “But it seems you like teasing,” he said playfully as she pushed back against him.
“Clay, please,” she said, as if she desperately needed him to put her out of her pent-up misery.
“You gonna beg for it?”
“No,” she said, reverting to her tough stance. “I don’t want to beg for it. If you make me beg, I will go masturbate.”
He smacked her ass for that impudence. But he loved her feisty attitude; it shot sparks through his whole body. “I would love to watch you touch yourself,” he said as he pushed the tip of his c**k inside her.
“You think I’d let you watch?”
“Oh, gorgeous. You’d love it if I watched. You’d get even wetter with my eyes on you as you fingered yourself. Are you good at making yourself come, Julia?” He said, sliding in another inch and rolling his eyes back in his head at the feel of her hot flesh surrounding him.