Page 116 of Sin With Me

Her mouth and hand work me so good, I have to stop her so I don't come.

With a few swift movements, I flip her over until she's bent over in front of me. Blonde hair flies across her back and I twist the ends around my fist, then give it a quick tug.

"Hang on, my love."

I slide halfway into her and nearly lose my breath at how tight she squeezes me. Once I'm sure she's okay, I sink in deeper.

"Fuck," she says under her breath.

When I'm seated all the way, I pull out and then slam back in again. Her palms flatten against the headboard, but I reach up and pull her arms behind her back, then bound them with my hand.

"You feel nice and full, baby?"

"God, yes. Don't stop."

And I don't.

My fingers dig into her hip while my other hand continues holding her wrists in place. She's a breathless, sweaty mess by the time her body shakes with her first orgasm.

"Thatta girl." I release her arms, sit back on my haunches, and then flip her over.

"Jesus," she gasps, situating her legs around my thighs before sliding back inside.

"How'd you like the piercings and plug from that angle?" I taunt, towering over her.

"That's the fastest I've ever come during sex before, so yeah, I'm a fan."

I chuckle at her honesty and then lift one of her legs, resting her ankle on my shoulder.

"Good, but now I wanna watch you come this way." I bring my mouth to hers, stretching her body with mine, and feeling the tightness around me.

She wraps a hand around my neck, but I quickly pin it on the bed next to her, then suck underneath her ear.

"Use your other hand," I whisper. "Mark me."

Her nails dig into my skin, dragging down my back as far as she can go. It's the kind of pain I welcome and crave when it comes to her.

"Fuck, it's so good." I adjust my body with hers, wrapping her other leg around my waist until she lifts her hips and grinds against me. "Yes...do that again."

This time when she does, she throws her head back and screams through the built-up pleasure.

"So fuckin' beauitful," I tell her. "I can't get enough of you."

"Let me ride you," she begs.

I roll us over until she's positioned on top of me, her thighs straddling me and my arms pinned above my head with her hands.

"Don't move," she orders, and her taking control makes my cock twitch against her.

Instead of sliding down on my shaft like I expect, she presses her mouth to my chest and slowly kisses her way down my abdomen. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as she makes her way to my cock, slowly sliding her tongue around the tip and piercings.

She smirks up at me, then spreads my legs further apart so she can slide between them and starts kissing down one of my thighs. When she makes her way to the other one, I brace myself.

Her kisses soften as she slowly brushes her lips over the scar tissue as if she's purposely giving them extra attention. Her heated gaze meets mine, but when I see the tears in her eyes, my heart cracks in two.

"Delilah..." I reach for her, but she somberly shakes her head, then continues down my body.

I've never had a woman notice them the way she has, nevertheless, get emotional over seeing them. Even though they're not as visible all these years later, she made an effort to seek them out and give them as much love and care as she did the rest of my body.