CHAPTER 34 #2
“I could make puns about that.” He was silent for a beat. Then his expression turned serious. “I can teach you. If you want me to.”
She did. Desperately wanted to get past this mental block that kept her from pleasing him in a way she knew he wanted. “I want to learn.”
“OK.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “How about you go select some rope?”
Her heart rate spiked. That, she could do.
Hurriedly, she headed for the wall of rope they’d built together. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him fist himself again, stroking, his hand moving lazily as she selected what she wanted.
His smile was knowing as he watched her return with four black coils.
She pointed to the thick, cushioned mat, positioned between two sturdy rails.
Without a word, he settled himself on it, then went right back to stroking.
She slapped his hand away. “Enough of that.”
He smirked. “I thought you liked to watch me do this.”
“Yeah. And it distracts me.” She fingered the end of one nylon coil.
“Hurry up, then, or I’ll come just from looking at you fondling that rope.”
She knelt at his feet and got to work, positioning his legs wide apart, using the simple ties he’d taught her to secure one ankle, then the other. She did the same with his wrists.
And then, she stood, looking down on her tall, powerful husband, tied up at her feet, spread open and beautifully erect.
A clear drop adorned his tip.
“My God,” she murmured.
“All yours,” he said.
Mine.
She wanted to taste him again. Jannie knelt between his legs and ran her hands along his rock-hard thighs.
He spread a little wider for her. “Start slowly. Use those talented hands.”
That, she knew how to do. She ran her palm over the head, squeezed, then wrapped her slick hand around his shaft and stroked him firmly, twisting.
“Yeah, just like that. Squeeze the base.”
She did. Another drop appeared.
“Taste me,” he murmured.
God help her, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from it.
Summoning her courage, she leaned in to lick it off his tip with one quick flick.
He hissed in a breath.
Emboldened, she did it again, this time making full contact, squeezing his base at the same time.
“That’s it. Now, lick me like you lick an ice cream cone.”
“What?” she said with a half-laugh.
“Lick me,” he repeated.
Could it really be that simple?
Tentatively, she dragged her tongue along him in a long, flat, upward motion, down again, then side to side, passing over his frenulum.
He groaned.
She stopped. Watched him strain against his ties, spread-eagled, and oh-so-beautiful.
“Jesus fuck, don’t stop,” he said in a strangled voice. “Do whatever you want to me … just please don’t stop.”
A heady feeling of power washed over Jannie. “You said you wanted to watch me.”
He looked down at her, his sculpted chest laboring. “Take me in your mouth, beautiful girl.”
She parted her lips. Let him slide in, just a fraction. Careful to cover her teeth, she took him in, inch by inch, until she was so full of him that she could barely breathe. She wrapped her hand around the rest.
She looked up and saw his eyes roll back before he covered them with his arm, his jaw tight, teeth clenched.
“Fuuuck,” he ground out.
The word went straight to her core. And then, she stopped thinking and started … just doing, moving her hand and lips up and down in a simultaneous rhythm, alternately keeping her mouth in place while sliding her wet hand over him, over and over and again.
“Yeah … just like that.” His voice was raspy.
A rush of something she could barely define overwhelmed her. She glanced up. His hands were fisted, his body tense, his pleasure so palpable that suddenly Jannie’s insecurities vanished, and she picked up rhythm, instinctively matching the pace they both enjoyed when doing this another way.
Euphoria seized her. His pleasure became hers. She sucked him with wild abandon, and he gently thrust in and out of her mouth, all the while allowing her complete control.
Bolder, wilder … hotter …
He hardened. Reached up to caress his balls and found them tight.
“Gonna come,” he warned.
She could tell. And wanted to see it.
She gave him a few last pumps, then released him, stroking faster and faster, watching him glide smoothly in and out of her fist. With her free hand, she reached to pinch his nipple, twisting.
That did it. “Uhh!”
She shielded him so that he came against her other hand.
The sight of it viewed from this angle always made her half-crazed with lust, and this time was no different.
Jannie’s chest tightened as she watched, taking in every movement, every contraction of his abs, the way his eyelids shut tightly, the way he raised his chin, his beautiful mouth twisted in pain-pleasure-ecstasy.
Tenderly, she pumped him until he was done, relishing her ability to give him so much pleasure and being the only one allowed to bring him there.
For a long time, he didn’t move, except for his chest and abs rising and falling, his belly glistening, his arm still shielding his eyes.
He stayed like that for so long that a tiny thread of doubt crept through her mind, and she suddenly wondered if he was disappointed because she hadn’t swallowed.
“Nick?” she whispered.
Slowly, he uncovered his eyes and looked at her with a dreamy expression she had never seen before. “Been trying to think of something adequate to say.” His voice was soft. “But I keep coming back to ‘I’ll love you until I draw my last breath.’”
That was one of his wedding vows. Tears stung her eyes. “I love you, too.”
“I know, beautiful girl. I feel it every day. And you just showed me.”
And suddenly, it dawned on her: this wasn’t about control over each other, seeking pleasure, or even getting off.
It was the physical connection between two souls, free of guilt, shame, or reservation.
She understood that now, and as she gently cleaned Nick up and set about untying him, Jannie knew, without a doubt, that she had finally found her home.
Pilot. Friend. Teacher. Protector. Lover.
Husband.
Nick was her everything, now and forever. Her soul could finally rest because she’d found its other half.
She tossed the last tie aside, and he sat up, his eyes fire and light. “You said you didn’t know how to do this.”
Her heart full, Jannie smiled and brushed her fingertips along his jaw. “I didn’t. But I happen to have an excellent instructor.”
“Do you, now?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Pulling her on top of him, he seized her lips, kissing her until her head spun. “Well, then, Mrs. Kent. It’s time for your next lesson.”