Page 22 of Dare to Love
Nobody had ever tied her up before. Nobody had suggested it.
“Relax.” He spoke in an easy voice. “Give over,” he said, reminding her of his earlier words.
She tried to swallow, but her mouth had grown dry. She ought to be afraid, but instead, the arousal she’d experienced when he’d instructed her to keep her hands flat against the wall returned full force. Dampness and a distinct pulsing began between her thighs.
She liked being bound? She wrinkled her nose, trying to understand her body’s reaction.
“It’s called submission,” he said as if reading her mind. “You like being under my control.”
“I do not.”
His eyes narrowed. “Your body doesn’t lie, sweetness.” He slid his finger between moist folds, and her inner walls clenched, trying to capture his finger, bring him higher, harder, deeper.
He grinned.
She moaned at the emptiness she needed him to fill.
“Now that we understand each other...” He began to glide his body over hers, his thick length deliberately teasing her sensitive clit.
She shuddered and instinctively tried to reach out and hold him, to touch his massive shoulders and clutch at him while she rose to meet him. She hit immediate resistance, the knots he’d tied preventing her from moving, which, again, she found oddly arousing.
No, she thought, but bit back the words. He wanted this. She would try. Because she wanted to understand his need to control.
But she couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t think about anything except the slick movement of his shaft against her clit, up and down, back and forth, harder and harder, until her hips began to rotate in time to the glide of his cock over her sex. His rhythm combined with the intense pressure, and a familiar need began to build deep inside.
She whimpered, needing more than the circular thrust of his hips and the hard press of his erection against her.
She needed him inside her now. “Ian, please.” Her hips soared upward, but she was still empty.
“That’s it, sweetness, give over,” he said in a deep, compelling voice that oozed sex. “Feel my hard cock against your sweet pussy. Let yourself come for me.”
The telltale tremors were just out of reach but so close, and she trembled, her pelvis thrusting upward, seeking relief. He rocked his hips against hers, once, twice, the movement utter perfection, and the crescendo hit, the tremors wracking her body. She screamed—the orgasm was just so intense and almost perfect but not quite, because he wasn’t inside her. She needed him there—
Just like that, he was gone.
“No!” She squirmed helplessly on the bed, fighting the bindings, angry at him for playing with her, when she heard the crinkling of a wrapper and closed her eyes in blessed relief.
“Easy.” He stroked her cheek, and she turned into his touch, needing relief in whatever form he offered it.
She forced her eyes open, and he loomed over her. “Good girl,” he said, his gaze dark and approving. “Eyes on me. I want you to know who is giving you pleasure.”
“I’m pretty sure I know,” she assured him, barely recognizing her raspy voice.
He grinned and tweaked her nipple. She arched into him once more.
“Next time you come, you do it with me inside you,” he told her, his gaze never leaving hers as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust home.
He filled her completely, and flashes of light danced in front of her eyes followed by the prickle of unexpected tears. Sex had never undone her like this before, and it scared her. Her feelings scared her. He’d made her come so many times that she’d lost the barriers and walls she normally kept in place. That and he was big, and it had been so long since she’d been with a man, the unexpected sting took her by surprise. And that was the only part of the story she planned to tell herself—and him.
Ian caught the sheen in her eyes and stilled. “Shit.”
He started to pull out, and she clamped her body around his.
“Don’t,” she said, her eyes wide.
“I hurt you.” The last thing he’d wanted to do.
She shook her head. “It’s been awhile. I just need to breathe. And adjust. You’re big,” she said, turning away.