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Oliver’s touch falls from my face as he sits back. “Go ahead,” he says.
I shift toward him, blindly pushing his knees apart as my hands crawl up his thighs. His bulge twitches. He inhales sharply as I peel his zipper down. His fingers curl behind my head, twisting up in my hair. I lick my lips. I open my mouth to him.
“Fuck,” he whispers above me.
I twirl my tongue around his crown. My tongue dances, eager to taste even more of him. I lick from his base to his tip. I listen to the soft, aching sounds spilling out of him. I feel him watching me, those icy blue eyes sending a chill down my spine.
I take him deeper into my mouth and my sex aches with a delicious heartbeat. He tightens his grip on my hair. He thrusts upward to fuck my throat and all I can do is moan.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Oliver pulls himself out. I gasp in surprise, taking the chance to catch my breath as he rises out of the chair. He gives the belt a quick tug on my wrists, showing that he wishes for me to follow him.
I obey, shuffling my knees across the carpet in his direction.
“Stand up,” he tells me. “Lie down on the bed.”
I push myself up. He takes hold of my wrists and quickly detaches the belt before grabbing my arm and guiding me. My knees tap the bed and I climb onto it to lie down, just as he told me to.
I wait, listening to the obvious sounds of him undressing at the foot of the bed. I lie still, fighting the urge to peek as goosebumps coat my arms in anticipation.
Finally, Oliver climbs onto the bed. He lowers down, his body heat touching my legs before he does. He kisses my knees. My thighs. My mound. My nipples twist into hard buds as he laves his tongue up my belly toward my breasts. He opens my shirt wider to see and touch my body. My everything.
“Cross your wrists over your head,” he says.
I inhale sharply; the request firing a heated spark through my sex. I slowly raise my hands over my head and Oliver leans forward to cross them together. I feel a touch of fabric, a thin strip as soft as silk, wrap around them.
“I knew it,” Oliver says as he fastens me to the headboard.
“What?” I ask.
He leans down until his lips barely touch mine. “My ties look good on you, too,” he says.
I chuckle. He kisses me; a firm but delicate reward.
His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them wide apart. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to align me for the taking. His erection touches my inner thigh, but he doesn’t thrust it home. He fondles me again, touching my breasts and hips and thighs. He drags his fingers down my belly, a slow aching trek toward my clit.
I moan as little blooms of pleasure dance across my skin. His fingers part my lips below. He teases me with slow circles around my clit. He toys with me, massaging my entrance with his fingertips. I grow wet and sensitive, each new touch spawning a moan.
Oliver leans down to kiss my breasts. He sucks on my nipples as his hand continues to work me. My thighs twitch and my back arches. I’m dripping and throbbing.
I beg to be taken.
To be fucked.
Oliver turns his hand, angling his pinkie finger toward my asshole. I gasp as he finds my tight opening, and he chuckles in response. He crushes our mouths together, his tongue drawn to mine like a magnet. His little finger pokes me and I stiffen, but he hits me with an even longer, deeper kiss that sends waves of desire through me. I relax. I loosen. I let him inside of me; into a place no man has never gone before.
“Shh,” Oliver whispers.
I kiss him as his finger slowly probes deeper.
He stretches me a little more. I wince from sudden pain, but a surge of pleasure races through me as he pulls it back out. In and out. In and out. I relish in the push and pull, moaning and begging for more.
Oliver kisses down my neck. He licks between my breasts. He sucks on my clit, blending pain and pleasure as one.
I jolt from the inside out. I’m so close to the edge.
I hold my restraints as my body loses control.
