Page 180 of Sins of Innocence

"Yes." I want the cuffs.

I want him. I want the way he makes me feel like nothing and no one else exists for him when we are like this. I want everything this man gives me when we are physically intimate.

He shifts so he's kneeling between my widespread thighs and then pulls the handcuffs up from the bed and dangles them in front of me. "Let’s put these on you now."

"Okay."

His smile is sinful and sexy.

And tender.

Oh, lord. My ovaries are going to explode.

"Put your hands together in front of you," he orders.

I do it without hesitation.

He caresses my belly. "So good for me."

He takes his time putting them on me, kissing each pulse point in my wrist before affixing the cuff. "Put your hands above your head."

I do and his lustful look of approval sends need coursing through me. He leans over me, his hardened flesh coming into contact with my body and we both shudder. He does something with the leather cuffs.

When he sits back, I tug on the cuffs but I can't lower my arms.

Arousal a warm thrum inside me, my whole body relaxes into the bed.

Kieran shifts until his mouth is right over my pussy again and slides his two fingers back inside me, just letting them rest there. This time, his thumb presses against my inner thigh, leaving my clitoris throbbing and desperate for his touch.

"You’re teasing me," I accuse him.

"I’m making you feel good."

I can't argue with that and don't even try.

His talented lips connect with my nether ones and all rational thought flies out of my head as he kisses me intimately. Humming with obvious pleasure, Kieran licks me and savors the taste of my arousal.

Electric jolts of pleasure shoot from my core outward when he swirls his tongue tip around my clitoris. My womb contracting with need, my channel clamps down around his thick fingers.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, sending my mind into the stratosphere and bathing my body in pleasure. Rather than pull back, my husband increases his licking, sucking and rubbing, adding occasional gentle nips.

Those two fingers remain maddeningly still though. He brings me to the precipice of pleasure and keeps me there until tears of frustrated ecstasy soak my temples and I'm begging.

Only then does he begin to fuck me with his fingers with leisurely movements.

You said fuck, my inner hussy taunts.

I'll say it out loud if it will get me what I want.

Which is more.

So, when he slides his fingers out of my still grasping channel, I nearly scream with frustration.

He spreads the wetness from my core down the inside of my thigh and then leans forward to lick the path back up to my opening before diving inside me with his tongue. He does this over and over again on different places of my body, painting me with my own arousal and then licking it up, sometimes sucking on my skin, sometimes just laving me with his tongue.

When he reaches my breasts, he plays.

There’s no other word for it. It’s like my boobs are his favorite toys and he will play with them for long minutes before he even takes a single nip much less suckles one of my nipples into his mouth. By the time he does though, I’m so electrified with pleasure that I arch up off the bed with a long, primal scream.