Page 17 of One Kind Goal

“Okay so far?” he asked.

She nodded.

Sawyer leaned down and pressed kisses to the underside of her forearm, along her biceps, and to her collarbone. As he entertained her mouth, he gave her a chance to get used to having one hand bound. Then he tied her other hand and her ankles, kissing her between each step of bondage.

“Still okay?” He traced circles on her exposed navel with his fingertip, loving how she was all spread out and . . . captured.

“More than okay.” Her voice was low and raspy, as if all this need pooling inside her was getting difficult to contain.

He understood. If she even glanced at the pillar of granite where his dick was supposed to be right now, he’d erupt.

Control.

Now that he had her tied up, having fun with his prey was the next order of business. Starting at her shoulders, Sawyer ran his fingers along her breasts, being sure to stop to caress those beautiful mounds. He kissed a trail from there across her stomach to her thighs. He teased her by walking his fingers toward her center, but then he continued dropping kisses along her legs until he got to her feet.

“How ticklish are you, baby?” He scratched a line along the bottom of her foot, laughing when she pulled at the restraints and squealed.

“Very!” The bed creaked a little at her movements.

“Now, now,” Sawyer chided. “Don’t break the bed. Isabel won’t want us back if we bust her stuff.”

“Sawyer, please,” Morgan begged. “I don’t know what else you have planned here, but honestly, I need you in me like right now. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Hmm . . .” Sawyer regarded her for a moment. She definitely looked as if she needed a good fucking. “Being tied makes you super horny.”

“Who knew?” She shifted her head to move some hair from her cheek. “Now let’s go.” She arched up her hips as if giving him a target to aim for.

Lucky for her, he rarely missed a shot.

He rolled on the condom, straddled her, and gripped her hips. “You’ll let me know if this gets to be too much, right?”

“It won’t be too much. I want it. I need it.” She nearly whimpered.

Slowly, Sawyer slid into her and the moan she released was music to his goddamn ears.

“Yessss . . .” she hissed when he was fully buried in her core.

“God, you’re so hot and wet and . . .” He lost the ability to speak when she bucked up and took him in deeper. His instinct to pump in and out of her was magnified by the fact that she couldn’t get away. He’d thought she’d be more helpless in this position, but he’d given her enough slack that she was still able to move with him. She was killing him though she couldn’t lay a finger on him.

It didn’t take long for them both to lose it. Morgan’s body was quickly becoming Sawyer’s favorite place. He could forget all his troubles here. He could discover new things to enjoy here. He could maybe find something he hadn’t found with any other women here.

Sawyer eased out of Morgan and rolled to his back beside her. “Fuck, that was awesome.” When she didn’t say anything, he turned his head to look at her. “Do you not agree?”

Morgan slowly turned her head to face him. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, obvious satisfaction swirled in them. “Oh, I agree all right. I just . . . I didn’t expect being tied up to feel like . . .”

“What did it feel like?”

“As if I’d opened a door to a whole new level of sexual awesomeness.”

Sawyer ran his fingers over her bare stomach, reveling over its smooth, toned surface. “That good, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She wiggled her arms. “Untie me and let’s give you a turn.”

Sawyer made quick work of releasing her, and Morgan tied him up, subjecting him to the same level of teasing he’d done to her. By the time she lowered herself on his once again rock-hard erection, he was out of his mind with wanting her. The fact that he wanted to touch her with his hands and couldn’t added this level of frustration that somehow heightened everything.

He’d never look at winter scarves the same way again.

After they rode another crazy hot orgasm together and Morgan untied him, they both rested on the bed for a few quiet moments, the sound of their post-sex breathing filling the air.