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“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. “But nothing is going to hurt, I promise.”
“You won’t edge me either, right?” Fletcher tilted his head and Micah flashed him an innocent smile. “What? I’m plenty adventurous.”
“I’ll save the edging for another time.”
“Good. Now, get restraining.” She handed the vibrator and cuffs back to him, then lay down again and undid the towel, spreading it out on either side of her. Fletcher’s tongue was heavy in his mouth as he took in her body. There were a few more tattoos he hadn’t noticed when they were in the shower together—a long line of words on the left side of her breast, what looked like a panda hanging from under the other breast. Of course this woman would have a collection of totally unrelated tattoos on her body.
As he watched, Micah raised her arms over her head and gripped the slats of his headboard. His breathing was unsteady and his heart was racing a mile a minute. When they were talking about it, he convinced himself he was in charge. But he should have known that there was no way Micah wouldn’t be calling all the shots. She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows and he nodded. Pressing one knee into the bed, he leaned over her and cuffed her wrists, but didn’t attach the cuffs to the headboard.
“Now what?”
“Mask,” he said, tugging it over her head, making sure it didn’t snag in her hair. He let the mask rest on her forehead so she could still see him. “You sure about this?”
“I trust you, Fletch.”
“Okay. I’m going to lower the mask and uh…”
“Drive me absolutely wild with whatever is on that tray?” she asked softly, her brown eyes sparkling at him.
“I love you, Mick.”
“Love you too, Fletch.”
He stared at her a moment longer, then kissed her before lowering the mask over her eyes. It was one thing to have someone do this to him, but to actually do it to Micah was so different. He knew that she trusted him and he also knew that because he was new to this, he would never overdo it. Besides, everything he brought upstairs would only make her feel really good. He uncovered the tray and tossed the towel to the floor, reviewing the items he’d picked—a set of his drumsticks, an ice bucket, a small bowl of caramel sauce, and of course the vibrator.
“Fletch?”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Are you okay?” Micah was breathless.
“Admiring the magnificent beauty in my bed.”
She scoffed and even though he couldn’t see her pretty eyes, he knew she’d rolled them. When he increased the volume of the music slightly, Micah started to hum along, her hips moving to the song. The whole thing made him smile. He reached for the drumsticks, twirling them between his fingers before he tapped out a beat from the song on his thigh. He then dragged one stick down Micah’s body, from her collarbone, down between her breasts and to her belly button. She gasped, arching against the hickory wood he always used for his sticks.
With the tip of one stick, he circled her navel and used the other around a nipple. Micah groaned loudly, but swallowed it down by biting her bottom lip. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks and Fletcher put his entire focus on her breasts, making sure that his drumsticks were driving her wild. Smiling to himself, he lifted the sticks off and twirled them between his fingers before tapping out the beat to the song on her breasts. A choked laugh fell from her lips, before it turned into a moan as he used the tips to play with her nipples again.
Did every drummer dream of finding ways to pleasure their partner with their drumsticks or was that only Fletcher? Either way, watching her body respond to the way he teased her breasts with a tool he’d used for years got him going. He was already hard and aching, and he hoped that he would survive playing with her.
Dropping one drumstick to the bed, Fletcher used that free hand to scoop up some caramel on a spoon. Doing his best not to drop any, he brought it over her body and tilted the spoon. The sauce dribbled onto her stomach and Micah’s body jolted. Fletcher set the spoon down and leaned over to drag his tongue through the caramel, taking his time licking it all up. She moaned and whimpered, her body arching and hips lifting for more. He made sure to keep up teasing with the drumstick around her nipples, stimulating her in more ways than one.
“Fuck,” Micah muttered, moaning as he sucked a glob of caramel from her stomach, certain he was marking up her skin in the process too.
Sarah McLachlan’s “Sweet Surrender” started up, making him smile against her stomach. He dribbled more caramel, this time thin ropes around her nipples and between her breasts. Fletcher straddled her legs, not putting any weight on her as he licked along the caramel trail. She arched up against him, cuffs rattling as she tugged. He dragged a hand up her arm, rubbing slow circles against her wrist with his thumb as he focused on licking every drop of caramel off her breasts.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned.
Instead of responding with words, he flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. She cursed him, handcuffs rattling some more, and then to be an asshole he played with her nipple between his teeth. Micah cried out, hips bucking up against him and Fletcher chuckled softly as he used his thumb to wipe up the last of the caramel sauce. Sticking his finger in his mouth, he shifted off Micah to wipe his hands.
“Come back,” she whined, stretching one leg out and bumping him in the side.
He gave her leg a squeeze. “You doing okay?”
“Yes. What else do you have for me?”
He opened the ice bucket and grabbed a cube. “This one might be a bit of a shock.”
Micah started to speak, but he set the ice cube right under her breasts and she whimpered, body arching as the cube slid down to rest on her stomach.
