Page 70 of His Scandalous Viscountess
Next, he returned his attention to the first side, but sent his hand crashing with a firmer strike. She moaned softly as he rubbed her pinkening skin. He picked up his pace from there, spending less time between spanks as she lifted her arse to meet each blow. When her backside had turned a rosy red he knew would match the flush on her face when she was turned on, he dropped to his knees behind her. With careful attention to the placement of his hands, he gripped her bottom, digging his fingers into the reddened skin and dragged his tongue along her soaked slit.
The salty-sweet taste of her burst over his tongue and drove his need even higher. But he only had one goal tonight: to see Jules lose all control. To watch her come apart around his cock as she fully surrendered to him. With determination riding him, he focused on taking her up and over the precipice of pleasure. He kept his hands where they could rub and tweak her burning backside while he licked and laved her sweet pussy. As her legs trembled and her cries grew desperate, he knew he would tip her over the edge soon. So he tugged her clit into his mouth and sucked hard on the swollen nub. She exploded with a cry of his name, pushing back into his hands and face as she came hard.
Satisfaction settled in his chest and made him feel ten feet tall, but still hewantedmore from her.Neededmore from her. So he rose behind her and pressed his aching cock against her drenched core for a moment. He still had the other robe belt, and now he knew what he wanted to do with it.
He grabbed a bolster pillow and lodged it under her hips, then took the strip of fabric and looped it around the bindings between her hands and tied it off, leaving the other end long and free. Briefly moving around the side of the bed so he could tie the belt off on the headboard, he took a moment to appreciate how it forced Jules to stretch forward over the edge of the bed until her toes left the floor. With her backside canted even higher, he could fuck her while he kept up her spankings, as needed, to ensure her bliss.
Pleased with how stretched out she was, he returned to the foot of the bed and leaned over her stretched-out torso. Carefully, he placed a series of kisses between her shoulders and down her spine, until he reached the point where her reddened cheeks met. There he took a firm hold of both warm globes, spreading her open until her rear entrance appeared. He slid his tongue down and over the tight whorl, swirling around it a few times before he dipped lower to her sodden entrance.
She gasped. Then his name slipped from her lips. A moan. A plea. Possibly a benediction.
Standing up straight, he notched his cock against her pussy and pressed in…nice and slow. With every bit he fed into her, stretched her, she shifted restlessly. Biting down on his own lip to fight the need to shove his cock inside her in one swift stroke, he appreciated his handiwork, both on her backside, and the fact that she currently could not push backward into his shaft, since she was so stretched out.
She was well and truly at his mercy now.
Of course, it didn’t stop Jules from trying. She started to shift her feet back a bit, but he promptly landed a spank on each side of her arse. “Do not move, my love.”
A low wail of need escaped her. “Please, I need you. Inside me.”
“And you shall have me,” he growled, his own control tremulous at best. “At my pace.”
With a grunt, he continued sliding into her, drawing out their pleasure to the point of near pain as he filled her up.
The minutes ticked by, a slow marking of his entrance, and a reminder of how blessed he was to have this woman bound and eager for his attentions after so many years of separation.
In that moment, his vow to always come for her resonated in his head and in his soul, because he knew he could never again be a whole man without his wife.
At last, his hips met her thighs as she engulfed his erection. The heat of her wrapped around him, making him light-headed with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Yes, yes, yes! Now fuck me,” she demanded, as she wriggled beneath him.
Two more smacks put paid to her notion that she had any say in the matter. She moaned and bucked against him. Finally taking pity on both of them, he slid back in one firm move until just the tip remained nestled inside her heat.
“You want me to fuck you, wife?”
“Please!”
She sobbed the single word, and his control snapped.
He slammed into her hard as she lay there stretched out before him. One hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, he pumped in and out of her body, setting a furious pace. Pounding into her over and over, he heard himself snarl as he edged closer and closer to climax. Yet somehow, he registered that she still needed a slight nudge. Shifting his hand from her hip to her mound, he dipped his fingertips into her slit and found the distended nub he’d already teased and tortured. He stroked over it once, and her pussy clamped down on him. With stars dancing before his eyes, he kept his thrusting up as he rubbed her clit, swirling the pad of his finger over it.
Her hips bucked and she cried out, “Wolf, I’m going to come!”
With a savage satisfaction he had never experienced, he dragged his finger over the sensitive nub as he slammed into her, and she exploded around him. The strong rhythmic pulsing of her release threw him over the edge. The stars behind his eyes turned black as he continued working in and out of her body. Pleasure shot from his tailbone across his torso and to all four of his extremities as he came inside her.
Light-headed from the intense orgasm, he slumped to the side of her as his cock slipped free. He lay there, his breath heaving in and out of his chest, as exhaustion, or maybe it was sheer bliss, made it impossible to focus on anything.
Then Jules moaned softly and shifted.
Awareness surged inside of him. He had her bound, and had had her that way for quite a while. Moving quicker than he might have expected, he released her from the bed, then worked her wrists free until she was able to drag her arms down to her sides.
“Are you well?”
He reached down and massaged her arms as she lay there as limp as a rag.
She whimpered softly.
Worried, he rolled her over and found her eyes closed and a huge grin on her luscious lips.
