Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
But I won't get that tonight. I'll get this restrained version where Noah's in charge of how we are together. I won't feel his skin beneath my fingertips. I won't see all the ways he lights me on fire.
His breath licks over my spread pussy before his tongue, and the heat is enough to make me buck. A large hand rests on my belly, and his voice is a soothing hush. "Still," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my thigh. "Still, and I'll give you what you need."
The first press of his tongue on my clit has me writhing again, but he draws back as I move. It's not enough that I'm tethered to his bed. He wants me to stay as still as a statue while he touches me. I know for sure it won't be possible. Even if I control my breathing and try to relax, my whole body is on high alert.
Licking out again, I can feel the smile on his lips as I moan, and the unfamiliar graze of his lip ring against my flesh. A finger strokes my entrance, finding me wet, and a satisfied hum leaves his lips. With every lick, he slides a finger inside me, hooking up against the bundle of nerves that makes me want to grunt. I try my hardest to stay still, but the closer I get, the more I need to move. I want to tear the restraints away from my limbs and push Noah to his back, sliding down on the big cock I know he has and riding him until I reach the pinnacle of pleasure. I want to feel him buck against me, chasing his own pleasure. I want to flip the dynamic, so I'm the one in charge.
I wonder if he'd like that as much as he likes this. I guess I'll never find out.
"You taste like honey," he says. "So sweet on my tongue. You feel like silk inside. I can't wait to fuck you."
I groan, his words licking places inside my mind that his tongue could never reach. His fingers twist inside me and the word please spills from my lips like a drink overturned. Please.
Noah sucks on my clit, once, twice, three times, and I'm lost. There's no holding my hips still through the orgasm that tightens the ribbons at my wrists and ankles. There's not stopping myself from straining to close my legs while wave upon wave of contractions clenches my pussy around his fingers.
"That's it," he murmurs against my thigh. "That's it, baby. Let it all go, so I can start all over again."
I'm still fluttering in the recesses of my mind as he makes good on his promise, his tongue skating around my clit in gentle circles that don't feel like anything to start with but become maddeningly sensual over time. His fingers, which never left my pussy, move slowly too, as though he's stroking inside me rather than fucking into me. The emptiness of my vision makes the sensation brighter and sharper. My body is a piano, and Noah is a maestro, tapping at my keys, playing the perfect concerto of my pleasure.
Please escapes my lips again, this time higher pitched. He's taking longer to push me toward the pinnacle this time, the delay more maddening than I would ever have thought possible.
"Patience," he whispers, drawing back enough to let the orgasm slip away.
Fuck. Do I need to keep quiet to get what I want? He really does want to keep me bound and gagged, even if the latter is not literal.
So I wait. I hold my body perfectly still, and I allow my mind to swim in the darkness, absorbing every lick, every touch, until I'm vibrating inside with all of the pent-up pleasure.
When I come, I can tell that Noah's surprised. The pulsating waves of my pussy contracting are the only outward sign. This time, his smile against my skin is even wider.
"You're perfect," he whispers, kissing his way up my stomach, licking my nipples, nuzzling my neck. I'm not so sure about that, but maybe I've learned to be perfect for him.
His thumb trails my bottom lip, encouraging me to open my mouth. Climbing higher, he rests his knees under my arms. I can sense him leaning over me, bringing his cock to my lips. It's thick and rock-hard as he traces where his thumb had been, giving me a chance to object.
I don't.
In the darkness behind the scarf, I imagine what he must look like, looming above me like an avenging angel. His gorgeous muscular inked body braced and taut, anticipation narrowing his eyes and drawing his brows. My tongue licks out like it's seeking the sweetness of ice cream, finding the smooth head of his cock instead. The hiss Noah makes is sharp, almost pained, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he shifts, bracing his weight on the headboard so the bed creaks, allowing his cock to pass over my lip and into my mouth.