Page 148 of Whirlwind

“Yes.”

“Eyes on me, then.”

Carla rose on his knees until she could easily see him and opened his shirt with a few flicks of his wrist. He tossed it behind him, then crossed his arms over his chest and drew the white sports bra over his head.

“You want to touch?” he asked, posing for her.

She nodded. She wanted that more than she’d wanted anything in a long time. Maybe ever. She almost regretted the ropes now.

His arms were soft but rippled with muscles when he moved. His shoulders were round yet strong, a bit narrower than Charlie’s, and still red where the straps of the sports bra had lain.

And his breasts… God, they were perfect. Two heavy globes with dark round nipples that begged to be kissed.

He ran one hand down his chest, over his soft belly, and back up to cup one luscious mound. “You didn’t answer me. Do you want to touch?” He was teasing her, of course. He had to see in her eyes how much she wanted him.

No, it was more of a need. Touching him seemed decadent and impossible. More than she thought she could have, and yet not enough.

Not to mention that she couldn’t move her hands.

“I… please.” She finally remembered to answer. There was something about the way he was looking at her, holding back, that made her feel like she needed to beg. Like he might not give her what she wanted until she was pleading for it.

He ran one hand through her hair, then turned her head until she was looking directly upward. “Stay there.”

She nodded infinitesimally in answer.

“Open your mouth.”

As soon as she did, Carla ran his fingers over her lips. It was arousing and exciting. She wanted to lick them and pull them into her mouth.

But she didn’t. Because Carla hadn’t said to.

“Very good,” he praised.

She felt something warm in her chest. She’d gotten this right and he was pleased.

He leaned over her, letting one soft nipple graze her forehead. The corner of her eye. Her cheek.

She wanted it desperately in her mouth. Wanted more than just a light touch. But it was exciting, too, knowing that she didn’t have a choice.

She squirmed in her bonds, and that feeling of helplessness and need only increased. She couldn’t touch him because she couldn’t move. There was something intoxicating about it. Something that made her feel needy and wanton and free in a way she’d never been before.

Carla continued the teasing path, teasing the nipple around Charlie’s lips. The nub was firm now, a little rough as it pulled across her mouth.

Saliva pooled at the back of her throat and she tried to swallow without closing her mouth.

Just one taste. That was all she wanted.

She could hear herself whimpering.

Carla drew back and then repeated the process with his other side. His firm nipple ran across her eyelids. The soft skin of his breast dragged along her cheek. When he reached her mouth, he gave her only the lightest touch.

She looked up at him. His strong shoulders and hairy pits were outlined by the light behind them, giving him a golden glow. She could see just the edge of his face, where his lips were parted.

He let out a soft moan.

Shewas doing this to him. She was turning him on, just by this little touch. By the knowledge they both shared of how she was bound and helpless for him. By how much she wanted to touch and suck and lick, but held still because he’d told her to.

He lowered the soft globe into her mouth until her lips sealed around it. She could still breath through her nose, but it would be so easy to reach up with her tongue.