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Fuck. Once I’m strapped in, he can do whatever he wants. Use me however he wants. It’s arousing and frightening at the same time to give him that level of control.
“Would you prefer to do something just together?” He comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “We could go back to my bedroom. Forget the kinky stuff and just fuck.”
He draws my hair over my shoulder. A shiver tumbles through me. He kisses my neck softly. Sparks fall from his lips to settle into the ache between my thighs. “There’s a lot we can do without all the props and furniture.”
I lean into his warmth as his hands wrap around my waist. His lips move over my neck, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
He steps in close, surrounding my back in his heat, making me needy. My breath catches. I can’t decide. I want to be bold and brave and discover whatever that thing will make me do, but I also just want to be close to Drew. To feel his skin sliding against mine. To taste the mint and wine on his lips.
“What if we saved that for later?” I turn in his arms and look up into his dark eyes. “We have time, right?”
His smile is soft as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “All the time in the world, princess.”
He lifts me into his arms. I let out a surprised noise, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he laughs. He carries me out of the play room, through the living room, and into his bedroom. When he lowers me down to the bed, I scoot back on the soft sheets, too focused on Drew to really notice the room.
He follows me down as I lean back on my arms. He cages me in and kneels between my legs.
“I’m still going to fuck you, princess.”
I weave my hands into his silky hair and smile. “Yes, please.”
Chapter 21
High-Low
Sara
Drew claims my mouth and I fall back against the bed, bringing him down with me. Am I curious about everything in the play room? Definitely. But I also just want to feel him sliding inside me, taking me. His hard body pressed into my soft one.
Drew kisses down my chin and neck. His hands hold him above me, but his mouth explores. He takes his time to kiss my collarbones, and when I inhale sharply, he pauses to pay extra attention to that spot.
Moving lower, he traces circles of kisses around my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth. It’s hard to breathe as he sucks and nips and laves, finding what makes me squirm or pull his hair. My breath comes out in sharp pants as he leaves a trail of sparks behind on his way to lavish his attention on my other breast.
“Drew,” I sigh as my insides burn hotter and hotter for him. He’s slow and methodical, teasing, tasting, tempting.
“Shh, princess. I’ll make everything better.” His words against my damp skin make me shake with need. He’ll make it better, but he’s keying me up to a boiling point.
When he shifts lower, he cradles my low back, massaging the muscles of my hips, easing the tension winding me so tight. My fingers clench and unclench in his hair. His lips caress my stomach, inch by aching inch.
When his warm breath bathes my bare pussy, everything inside me stills in anticipation. I don’t think I even breathe. I ache for his mouth. My insides pulse heavy with need. Without sitting up, he gently detangles my fingers from his hair.
He guides my hands to my breasts.
“Touch your breasts for me, princess. Show me what you like. What you need.”
My eyes open. I meet his dark ones as he kneels between my legs. His head low over my stomach. He slides his hands beneath my hips again, cradling them.
I’d give anything in this moment for him to keep going. The fire inside me burns out of control, raging for release. I cup my breasts for him, taking the soft weight into my palms as he watches.
“How’s that feel?” His words caress between my legs.
A moan escapes me as I drag my thumb over my taut nipple. “Wonderful.”
His eyes flare with heat like I tossed kerosene on his fire. The aching need grows, eager for his touch, his kiss.
He presses his lips to my stomach and it trembles for him. He pushes my thighs out to the side, and his gaze falls to where I need him the most. Wet and throbbing for him.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are spread out before me?” His gaze never wavers from my pussy. “So pink. So wet. So mine.”
