23. Oh, What a Wedding Night #2
His jaw clenches, his eyes making hot promises. "I've been fantasizing about eating your pussy under those layers of gauzy fabric all day."
"At the park?" I gasp.
He nods.
"All day?" I push. "Even on the rides?" I tease, but part of me isn't teasing.
To be desired that much, to know no matter what we were doing, Kieran's thoughts were on me fills a hollow place inside I never knew was there.
"Your skirt and this stuff…" He fingers the layers of red netting gathered and attached to a red silk slip to create the perfect 1950s skirt silhouette without scratching my legs. "Kept catching the air, like it was going to fly up but it never did."
"I made sure it didn't." I had to tuck most of the skirt under me on the rides, but it was a lot easier to maintain modesty than I expected it to be.
"You were teasing me," he growls.
I shake my head. "Not on purpose."
"You wore the dress." Sensual accusation laces his tone as his callused palms slide up and over my knees.
Restless from the desire that small touch elicits, I try to shift.
His hold on me tightens. "Don't move."
Oh, lord. I go still, anticipation and need thrumming through me with a pulse I can feel in my core.
Why does him saying that in that deep-as-sin tone make me soak my panties even more?
As Kieran's hands move inch by slow inch up my thighs, my crinolines and dress gather on his forearms. He's getting so close to where I need his touch most, but he draws it out, sliding back and moving forward in a sensual Cha-Cha.
Only just when his hands should move forward, he stops again.
I protest, "Kieran!"
"I said we'd use the cuffs, didn't I?" He slides his hands all the way down my legs to my feet before grasping my high heels and pulling them off.
He wants to use the cuffs now? "But I still have my dress on."
And if my hands are cuffed together, it's staying on. Darn it. That is not what I want.
"Trust me, baby girl."
Again with the baby girl. My insides light up and go squishy at the same time.
"I do." Way more than I should at this point.
He leans sideways and reaches toward the bedside table, his hard thighs rubbing along my soft ones. It's so good, I shift my legs to increase the sensation.
He looks at me over his shoulder, his expression dark and knowing. "You hungry, baby girl?"
Starving.
No way am I saying that though. I roll my lips into my mouth, pressing down with my teeth to stop the word from erupting out of me spontaneously. A girl has to have some pride.
My vaginal walls clamp tight on a whole lot of nothing as my body rolls in provocative invitation though.
Kieran moves onto his knees and lifts me up into a sitting position without any visible effort. Grasping one of my wrists, he guides it behind me before doing the same with the other, enclosing me in his strong arms.
His heat and the clean scent of his skin draws me closer until my nose is buried against his tattooed skin. I inhale, and sigh with pleasure as Kieran inundates my senses.
The faux fur is sensually soft against my wrists as he fixes the cuffs in place. He releases my wrists, settling my hands against my upper buttocks. The chain between them is about eight inches long and there's no strain in my shoulders.
My chest heaves with my labored breathing.
Why is this turning me on so hard?
Is it because it's Kieran and it wouldn't matter what he was doing, it would still turn me on? Or is there something about being helpless with him that's got my heart racing so hard in my chest?
Another almost painful contraction in my core at the thought of being at his mercy answers that question.
Kieran's fingertips brush my bare back above the zipper and I shiver with delight at the small touch. I nuzzle his chest some more, kissing his heated skin and letting my tongue flick out to taste him.
Salty. Clean. Him.
His big body shudders. "Yes, baby girl, keep doing that."
But I lift my head, confused, when the z-z-z-z-z of the zipper on my dress being lowered sounds. Why unzip my dress after putting the cuffs on me?
Dark with heated intensity, Kieran's eyes meet mine, his hand stopped with the zipper only halfway down. "I'm going to free your gorgeous tits so I can play with them."
I think about the morning in the kitchen and how his hands on my breasts turned me into something I didn't know I was. How I'd stopped thinking about whether I was doing anything right or wrong and had simply felt. Simply been there.
That. I want that again.
"Okay," I say.
He tugs the wide straps of my dress bodice down my arms, increasing the sense of being restrained and revealing my new pretty white balconette bra.
It molds and lifts my girls without an underwire digging into my ribs.
I thought wearing it was a little taste of heaven, but having his eyes hot on me while I'm wearing it is the real rapture.
"So sexy," he says gutturally while cupping my breasts and brushing his thumbs right over my turgid nipples.
The bra cups are stretchy silk fabric on the bottom and lace on the top, no lining, so I feel that touch all the way to my already pulsing clit.
Sliding one arm around my back and pulling me upward, Kieran leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He starts sucking. Hard. While he kneads my other breast with his free hand.
Electric currents of pleasure skip along my nerve endings turning that ache between my legs into something feral.
"Oh! Yes, Kieran! It's so good," I groan out, straining toward him, but unable to do any more than that.
His mouth pops off my nipple only for him to shift his head so he can take the other one in and suckle it with intensity bordering on painful. But it's not painful. It's good.
So, so good.
My hips shift but there's no increasing the friction against my needy clit the way he's holding me and Kieran just keeps playing with me, shifting his mouth back and forth while kneading and pinching the tender flesh not in his mouth with his hand.
"Big guy," I plead. "Please!"
"Please what?" He yanks my bra cup down exposing my nipple to the air for only a second before taking it back into his mouth with a lusty growl.
The pleasure builds in my core like a storm gathering strength offshore. It's going to hit any second and I'm no more ready for it than a Cat 5 hurricane.
Just when I think I will climax without a single touch to my clit, in a flurry of movement I have no control over, I find myself propped with my back resting on a pile of pillows and my legs spread wide.
His expression ferocious with intent, Kieran tosses my skirt and crinoline up and dives between my legs.
He mouths the soaked gusset of my panties and moans like he's the one in heaven. His lips, teeth and tongue are everywhere and then he bites my clit through the silky fabric. And the storm hits, ecstasy blowing through me with gale force.
I scream and try to buck, but his hands are heavy on my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
He sucks and nibbles on me until I'm crying for more and begging him to stop. I don't know if I can stand more of this carnal bliss, but I might die if he ends it.
Then he rips my panties off and his mouth is there again, this time without any barrier. His tongue spears into me, driving my pleasure higher.
How? How is he doing this to me? How can I feel more pleasure?
My thoughts splinter as he eats me like a man starving for my taste, not his own release. Two thick fingers thrust inside me as his tongue moves to lave my clit. So turned on that tears of need slide down my temples, my swollen channel contracts around his hard digits.