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“Sweetheart, the possessive caveman in me would love nothing more than to have you at my mercy and make you come until you scream, but I don’t need to tie you up.” He took the restraints from her hands and dumped them beside the bed. “But now that I know it makes you hot, I’ll do it another time. Right now, I just need to watch you come, make love to you until neither of us can move.”
Every light was on. They hadn’t shut them off earlier. The expression on his face was fierce, tender, and strangely peaceful. She took a deep breath, her whole body quivering, her pussy saturated, ready for him. She became intoxicated as he stretched himself over her, the silk of his new boxers sliding along the tender folds between her thighs. She opened for him, moaning as his rock-hard erection pressed firmly against her mound, stimulating her already-sensitive clit.
She clutched him to her, almost afraid that he would escape, needing some sort of reassurance that he was real, that he was hers. She had never, ever been a possessive or obsessive woman, but Simon was so incredible, so completely amazing, that it seemed almost impossible that he really existed, that he was truly hers. Sometimes he almost seemed like a dream, a lovely dream that took her existence from ordinary to extraordinary.
“Relax, baby,” Simon whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
Relaxing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, trying to control her feral instinct to bind him to her, protect herself from ever having to live without him. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m feeling desperate.” She hadn’t meant to say it; it sounded pathetic, but it was true. Her emotions were on overload and her body was clamoring for more.
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck. “No more desperate than I am. Every time I hear your voice, see you, talk to you, I want to get closer. Hell, all I have to do is think about you.” Lightly, his tongue licked her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. “I want inside of you. I want us to be fused so tightly that you can never get away.”
Yes. Yes. That’s how she felt.
His mouth came down on hers-no more teasing, no more seduction. He invaded, pillaged, ravished with his lips and tongue, and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. She moaned as he sated a small portion of her desire for cohesion, her hips automatically lifting, wanting other body parts to merge, needing some relief from her hyper-aroused state.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. “Fuck! You’re sweet. So sweet and so damn hot!” Pulling her arms from around his neck, he gripped her wrists and imprisoned them at her side, sliding slowly down her body.
She squirmed, pulling at her wrists that were held tightly, one on each side of her waist. He licked and kissed his way down her chest until he reached her breasts, making her want to scream with frustrated desire.
He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. His teeth abraded a sensitive nipple, pulling the tip into his scorching mouth, using both his teeth and his tongue.
Pleasure and pain.
“Simon. Oh, God. Please.” Her head thrashed as he switched to the other nipple, torturing her, arousing her until she could barely draw breath.
He kept up his erotic assault on her breasts, laving, gently biting, switching from one to the other while he kept her hands clamped firmly at her side. The feeling of being at his tender mercy was maddening, intoxicating, breathtaking.
His mouth dipped lower, moving in circles over her belly, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Finally, he let go of her wrists, using his hands to spread her legs wide as he moved between her thighs. “You smell so sweet. Like aroused woman. My woman. Mine to satisfy. My honey to lick up.” He growled, taking deep breaths, the hot exhalations caressing the tender folds of her pussy.
Her body nearly exploded just from his possessive, completely aroused, masculine snarl. “Yes, Simon. Please. I need you. I need to come.”
“I need to make you come. Satisfy my woman.”
He pushed her legs up, bending her knees, opening her for his hungry mouth.
His attack was immediate and totally carnal. Mouth devouring, tongue penetrating, he claimed her pussy with an intensity that made her cry out his name as her body quivered.
He breached the tender folds, delving deep, licking up her cream with a sensual abandon that left her breathless and whimpering. His tongue found and attacked her swollen clit with mindless focus.
Kara speared her hands into his hair, oblivious of anything other than the total ecstasy her body was experiencing from his primal, animalistic mission. He was going to make her climax. Hard.
He laved the tiny bud over and over. Faster and faster. Again and again.
Her body shaking, she fisted his hair, pulling his mouth tightly against the pulsating flesh of her pussy.
Her body wound tightly, her nerve endings sizzling with heat, she detonated with a force so powerful that her back arched and she tried to pull away from his relentless mouth, the pleasure too sharp, too vehement.
Gripping her hips, he held her tightly, making her ride the waves of the volatile pleasure as she screamed his name. He didn’t stop until the last spasm subsided, leaving her as limp as a wet dishrag.
Still gasping for breath as he crawled up her body and lay at her side, she rolled into his body and threw her arm over his massive chest, burying her head against his shoulder.
“Feel better?” his voice was raspy, but laced with amusement.
She batted his shoulder weakly. “Were you trying to kill me?”
“Only with pleasure, baby,” he whispered, his voice heated.