Page 82 of Widow's Walk
Deliciously bare and exposed.
I stand there to admire my work and his mouth-watering naked body for a few moments. He readjusts a wrist, pulling me out of the daze.
I head over to one of the side tables and pull the drawer all the way out, dumping the contents on the bed. He cranks his neck to try and get a good look at what toys I brought to the party.
I cluck my tongue. “Uh-uh,” I chastise, and he looks at me. “No peeking, my love.”
He smirks, then narrows his eyes. “You’re beginning to make me nervous,” he says lowly.
I give him a grin, diamonds sparkling in the dark. “You should always be nervous around me, Blacky.”
I reveal a red silk scarf, and he eyes it with more caution. Slipping the thin straps off my shoulders, his nostrils flare when the soft fabric hits the floor. I crawl on my hands and knees over the bed and climb over to straddle him. I can’t wipe the giddy grin off my face. Seeing him tied up, vulnerable, and helpless. It’s picturesque. A vision that’ll stick out in my memories for eternity.
He already expects it, so he doesn’t protest when I wrap the scarf around his head to cover his eyes. I take another beat to admire him again, then I lean down and kiss him. Deepening it just enough to leave him panting when I tear my lips away.
I scoot down his body and start kissing him everywhere. Licking him from his neck to his chest. Landing soft kisses over his pecs and the rough lines of my marking. Then I look up at him as I use my teeth to pinch a nipple. His body tenses up and he bares his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything.
I lick it, then move to the next one to do the same thing. This time, I give it a little more bite. He goes rigid and growls. A deep, animalistic sound in the base of his throat. “Sinclair,” he warns.
A giggle threatens to spoil this moment, so I distract myself by using my tongue to soothe his reddened little bud. His cock is like steel under me, pressing into my pelvic area. I undulate my body to grind against him and continue a wet trail of kisses and tongue lashing down his torso.
My chin brushes through the well-groomed hair and up the length of his hardened cock. I wrap my fingers around it, the girth almost too much for them. I rub the smooth head overmy chin, lips, and cheeks. Teasing him, but also basking in the silkiness.
I stare down at the opening, stroking him lazily, eager to see that tiny bit of pre-cum appear like a pearl. My chin drops on a wanton gasp when it does. I dart my tongue out and I lick it up. His body slightly jumps, and the cuffs groan under pressure.
I use only my tongue to cover every inch of his cock. Licking him like a fucking lollipop. There’s a hiss here and there from him, but I want to make him groan. Make him moan. Make him beg for release.
I scoot down further, my body balled up between his legs. I stroke his cock more, keeping the slow pace, and I work his balls with my tongue. Curling it around one at a time. Inching my way further south.
When the tip of my tongue makes contact with his tight little hole behind his balls, he instantly clenches up. His whole body goes rigid, the muscles in his arms bulging.
He’s not ready for that. And even though this is supposed to be my night, I still want it to be equally pleasurable for both of us.
Another time then.
I open my mouth, taking his balls inside, and sucking on them. He tries to stifle his body’s resistance. Trying to restrain himself for me. It makes me smile.
Humming, I slide my tongue up his cock again and then close my mouth around the crown of it. I tease it some. Swirling my tongue under the ridge then along the tiny slit at the top. More little tasty pearls leak out and die on my tongue.
Since this is supposed to be about pleasure and not punishment, I take his entire cock in my mouth, letting it butt against the back of my throat. I have zero gag reflex, so I easily breathe through it.
He sharply inhales through his clenched teeth, and it gets me going. I suck his fat cock with zeal. Like it’s the most delicious thing known to mankind.
But it’s much too early for him to finish.
I gasp for air when his cock pops out of my mouth. A sheen of sweat glistens off his body solely from desire.
Giving his length one last swipe with the flat of my tongue and two languid strokes of my hand, I begin to ascend his body. Teasing him all the way.
My bare pussy sticks to his abdomen as I sit. He’s clenching his teeth behind tight lips, breathing smoke out of his nose. God, he’s so fucking devastating. I just can’t with him.
I’m becoming obsessed.
And I’m not instinctively fighting it. I’m craving it.
I grind myself on him thinking about how much I fucking enjoy this.Fucking hell.
He growls through his nose and tries bucking his hips.
