Chapter Thirty-Nine
TOMMY
“What?” I look at her hands and the belt before returning my gaze to her face. I cock a brow. “You want me to tie you up?”
She swallows, a nervous tell, her eyes flicking to the side briefly. “If it helps you feel in control.”
I study her face. “You’d do that for me. Put yourself at my mercy, trust me like that?”
This time, when she nods, it’s with more confidence. “Yes, I would. I want this, Tommy. I want you.”
Fuck, I want her too.
“We can try,” I eventually reply. “Lay back, move your hands to the headboard, and hold onto the slats.”
She shuffles back and does what I ask without question or hesitation.
Damn, if that isn’t as hot as fuck, her relinquishing herself to me.
Crawling up beside her, I tie one wrist followed by the other, but allow some give.
“If you want me to stop at any time, you say stop, okay?”
She nods. “I say stop. ”
Taking a deep breath, I sit back, her arms secured above her head.
“Do you want to tie up my ankles too?” she asks. Something about her question is so damn innocent and yet has my dick pulsing with excitement because the thought of her spread eagle for me is a visual I’d very much like to see.
But I shake my head, pushing the thought away. “No... but that may be something to consider for another time,” I reply. The fact that I’m even thinking of a next time when I’ve not had her yet has my heart racing. I scrub my palm over my jaw, unable to hide the slight tremble of my hand.
I stare down at her, her robe parted, showing me her plain baby blue sleep shorts and vest top. Her hard nipples press against the thin cotton.
“Open your legs for me, Sunshine.”
Her chest rises and falls witheach breath as she parts her legs.
“Beautiful,” I say, my gaze zeroing in on between her thighs. The cotton is hugging her pussy, her arousal making a wet patch. “Tell me, Lily, do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
She swallows hard, eyes wide from my question, squirming beneath me, her cheeks turning a pretty flushed pink.
“Hmm.” She bites her lower lip, and it’s then I see her inexperience shining through, and I squeeze my eyes closed. I shouldn’t be doing this.
Her soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “Tommy?”
When I open my eyes, she’s staring back at me, her brow furrowed in concern. “We don’t have to do this.”
I shake my head. “I want to, Lily. You have no idea how much I want to. Can I taste you?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling. I reach for the waistband of her shorts and she lifts up, allowing me to pull them down her legs and past her ankles .
I glance up the length of her body, stopping at the apex between her thighs, and she fidgets, pressing her thighs together.
“Let me see you, Lily.”
She inhales a deep breath before parting her legs again, only this time, nothing is obstructing my view. I can already see her glistening folds and it causes me to lean closer, inhaling her scent before darting out my tongue and licking the length of her.
“Fuck,” she curses, arching her back, pressing herself closer to my tongue.
I pull back just a little. “You taste absolutely sinful, Lily. But in the best possible way,” I say before I trace my tongue over her folds, bringing my finger to her entrance and slowly slipping it inside her wet core, her slick walls pulsing around my finger.
“Ahh, Tommy,” she moans, her arms pulling slightly at the makeshift restraints. I ensured they had some give. This isn’t about hurting or marking her. Well, not in that way.
I close my eyes and lose myself to her addictive taste, adding another finger and then moving them in a come-hither motion, eliciting the most enticing groans from Lily. I work her even more, my lips closing over her nub as I suck—hard.
I can sense her cresting, her orgasm within reach, which only spurs me on more.
“Oh, Tommy, that feels so...good—” Her words cut off, and I flick my eyes up to her face. Her head is pressed back against the pillow, her hair surrounding her like a halo
“You close, sunshine?” I whisper, my voice vibrating against her clit.
“Yes,” she groans in reply, her legs beginning to shake as her thighs tighten around my head. I wonder what it would be like to have her fingers gripping my hair in ecstasy. And the thought doesn’t fill me with alarm, instead it’s something I’d actually want to let her do next time.
Next time? I’ve only had a taste, and I’m already thinking about what comes next .
“Oh fuck, please, Tommy, don’t stop,” she says, her voice a plea.
So I don’t. I continue, her arousal dripping down my chin, the sounds of my tongue lapping at her juices and my fingers fucking her pretty little cunt surrounding me.
Her entire body coils tight as her orgasm overtakes her, my dick hardens even more and my pre-cum coats my boxer briefs. I reach into my joggers and boxers and push them down over my arse, grabbing my cock and pulling it free.
Fuck.
I keep my fingers deep inside her as her walls continue to pulse and tighten around them. Moving to my knees, I fuck my fist with long, hard strokes.
Oh shit, I grit my teeth as I feel the telltale tingle shooting up my spine, my balls drawing tight, but I hold myself off.
The thought of coating her insides with my cum is a deep-seated need, one impossible to ignore.
Pulling my fingers free, I swipe them over the tip of my dick, adding my pre-cum to her sweet juices.
I glance up and find her eyes wide, still full of desire. She releases breathy pants as she licks her lips and watches intently as I slide my fingers back up inside her.
“Do you want a taste of us?” I ask.
Her eyes leave my fingers and rise to my face.
“Yes,” she pants out on a ragged breath.
I straddle her and crawl up the length of her, holding out my fingers to her lips. She makes up the distance and takes them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she sucks, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
My dick jerks at the action. I bet her mouth wrapped around my dick would feel like heaven.
Pulling my fingers free, I lean over her and take her mouth with mine, my hard cock resting against the soft cotton of her vest top .
I kiss her with vigour, with two years of suppressed emotion, want and need. Even though I didn’t know her during some of my darkest times, it was as though my body was waiting for her.
Pulling out of the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers. “You’re amazing,” I whisper, unable to voice the magnitude of the moment. We may not have had sex, but that didn’t make this any less monumental. It was everything. Being with her in any way is everything.
I sit up, my eyes scanning over her flushed face and chest, her nipples hard peaks under her vest.
My rock-hard dick begging me for some relief. I cup her breasts over the material before reaching for the hem and pushing my hands underneath, taking her in my palms. Her skin is soft as silk.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes,” she replies quickly, her eagerness causing me to smile.
“Good, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
I didn’t think this through. Her top is between us and she is still wearing her robe. I wanted her completely bare beneath me when I take her for the first time.
My nerves knot my stomach, and goosebumps prick my skin at the thought. It’s been so long, too long, and I don’t want to let her down. Or worse, be unable to perform. I’ve never had performance anxiety before. I was always so cocksure, a cocky little fucker. Even I’m not too proud to admit that.
“I’m going to untie you, and you’re going to remove the rest of your clothes before I tie you up again.”
She swallows hard and nods her acquisition.
And fuck me if it doesn’t make me want to kneel before her and worship her with my mouth until she’s coming again.
I rise over her and kiss the tip of her nose before reaching out, removing the robe tie around her wrists. I kneel back on my haunches as she sits up, and removes her robe. Her hands move to the hem of her vest. I watch in awe and fascination as she bares her chest to me. But before she can pull it off and over her head, I dip mine and suck a nipple into my mouth, swirling the erect peak with the tip of my tongue, hardening it even more, and then nipping it with my teeth. She groans before I release her and sit back, allowing her to finish removing her vest.