I hear the creak of the front door, and a few seconds later, I hear the lock latch into place. “Molls?”
“Back here,” I call. The rustle of shopping bags and the clip of footsteps grows closer, and my heart beats faster. My nervousness is gone, anticipation in its place.
Stepping into my bedroom, Ev puts down my two shopping bags and reaches up to loosen his collar.
“Thanks for bringing those in,” I say, drawing his attention to the bed. And to me.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I was kind of hoping you’d fuck me.”
“Christ, Molly. I’m like a goddamn teenager around you.” He stalks toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he gets closer. His chest is muscular, but not overly so. A dusting of hair covers his chest and trails down below his belt. My hands itch to touch him, but, of course, that’s impossible.
As if sensing my need, he finally notices my arms stretched out above my head and bound at the wrists.
“Fucking hell.” He traces my haphazardly-tied wrists with one hand and cups his dick with the other. Taking a moment to undo his belt, he asks, “How?”
“As best I could, without help.” I smile. “When we were at Mahady’s a few weeks ago, do you remember how you tied—”
“I remember every second of it.” His heated gaze wanders over my body, as he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs and sits next to me on the bed. “You want more of that?”
“I do. So, when we were downtown today, I bought these bindings. Not sure if you know this, but it’s actually pretty hard to tie yourself up. I had to use my teeth. And even then,” I wiggle my wrists, “they’re a little loose.”
He trails kisses up my arm. “Easy fix.” Deftly, he unties my clumsy knot and reworks it. Pulling on it, he looks directly at me, “Good?”
Even that gentle tug, that taste of restraint, has my body humming with desire. “Yes. Perfect.”
“Is this enough for now?” he asks, fingering the tails of the fabric. “Or do you—”
I nod, before he even finishes the question. “Tie me to the headboard.”
“Damn it, Molly. You’re killing me.” He stretches out and expertly loops the ties through the rail.
“I’m not going to ask how you got so good at this.”
He takes a moment to test those knots as well. Satisfied, he covers my body with his own and laves attention on my breasts. I cry out, no longer caring where or how or with whom he got his practice.
“Jealousy works on you, Molls.”
“I am not jealous,” I defend weakly. “Now, get back to what you were doing. Less talking, more licking.”
“Yes, ma’am. But before I get back to the task at hand,” he palms my breast to punctuate his words, “I just want to be sure that you don’t need to know that I’ve never done this with another woman? Just want to make sure you don’t care that you are the first, the only, woman I’ve ever tied up. In my mind and in real life. I’m a sailor, Molls. That’s why I’m good with knots. But, fuck, honey, you make me want to learn so much more.” As promised, he turns his attention back to my body, working me to a frenzy with just his tongue on my breasts.
I’m writhing beneath him, my body dripping with desire. I spread my legs wide, a signal to him that I’m ready for more, but he ignores me. He’s infuriating, but so damn sexy, too. It’s like he has this plan for my pleasure, and he won’t deviate from it, because he knows what I need more than I do.
“You want something, Gorgeous?” he teases.
I’m barely capable of coherent speech; he has me so worked up. “Yes,” I manage to pant.
“What’s that?”
“Uhhnnhhh...” It’s all I’ve got. I can’t concentrate when he does that swirly thing with his tongue. And I think my senses are heightened because my hands are bound.
“Hmmm.” He nods his head. “Good idea.” And with no more warning than that, he spreads my thighs far and high. Leaving my breast with a pop of his lips, he puts his face between my legs and kisses me there. His fingers join his tongue, and before I know it, I’m screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
Leaving me no time for recovery, he strokes his dick with his sticky, messy, sexy fingers, and slides inside me with ease, despite his considerable size.
One orgasm rolls into the next, as I lie back and let the pleasure of Ev’s attention devour me. He pumps in and out, saying sweet words with each thrust. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he rubs my clit with his palm, and sends me over the edge again, quickly following with his own release.
