“You don’t get to come that easy,” I said with a grin, my head thumping back onto the wall. “I want this to last.”
“Oh baby,” he said, sitting up, turning to face me on his knees. “I can go for hours.”
Chapter Eight
Harry
Zorapeeredatmein delighted surprise as I scooped her up from the floor and carried her over to the center of the room, to those chains dangling oh so fucking tempting.
“You’re going to have to help me here,” I said, setting her down beneath them.
She looked between me and the chains. “With what?” she asked with mock wide-eyed innocence. “I have no idea how to use such things.”
Giving her a wolfish grin, enjoying this dynamic switch we were falling into, I promised, “I’m going to chain you up and tongue-fuck your pussy until you can’t stand anymore. Then I’m going to carry on.”
“Well, damn,” she said with a returned smirk, some of that mock innocence fading away. “How can a girl say no to that? Here.”
She climbed me like a tree to reach the chains, pulling them down with a wink. “These ones only have a dummy lock,” she told me, giving them a shake. “Easy to get out of.”
“Okay.”
I watched her work, clicking the chains around her wrists, then handing me a loose end with neat efficiency. “Tighten this as much as you want.” She clanged the chains. Her hands hovered suspended at about chest height. “The more you tighten, the higher my hands will go.”
“Duly noted.” I grinned at her, loving watching her move through this space with such ease. She was so comfortable with her body, with sex; it was incredible to witness. She flashed me a sweet smile, and I yanked the chain. It made her gasp.
Her hands suspended above her head pulled her tits up higher, too. They hung on her chest, heavy and full, and, fuck, once again, I lost myself in them, leaning down to suckle. Would she let me nurse from her for real? When she was producing milk, could I draw it from these tits until I had my fill?
Fuck, the thought made me harder than I’d ever been. My cock stuck straight out like granite, aching to reach her, burrow inside her. I had to shut my eyes for a moment and take a steadying breath. God, I wanted her.
But first. She remained silent, watching, as I unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them down her legs, falling to my knees and pulling her feet through one at a time, kissing her ankles, her calves, and carefully discarding the fabric near where I’d left my shit.
Then, her underwear, thin white cotton, slid over her ass, down her thighs and off her body. She was bare to me now, open and willing. Her eyes never strayed from my face, patient and curious.
Without losing eye contact, with no word passed between us, I lifted her leg and settled her thigh on my shoulder, then the other, so she was sitting on me, using me as her chair.
This view was incredible. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, the scent of her arousal flooding my senses, overwhelming me in the best way. Her tits sat heavy, within reaching distance, and her mouth hung open in anticipation, lips wet and plush.
Both sets of lips.
When my tongue flickered out against her clit, she cried a delicate moan, spreading her legs a little wider for me.
Then I ate.
I devoured her, licking up every drop of her I could, running my tongue through her pussy lips, down to dip inside her, and further back, to swirl around her asshole. I had her at my total mercy here, and it was delicious.
She leaked onto my tongue, down my chin and my chest, so wet and juicy, her pussy puffy and full and fucking perfect. Hours could pass at her feet, her using me as a chair, letting me suck and tongue her, and I wouldn’t realize. It was too easy to get lost in every inch of her body. Everything she gave me was delicious.
I enjoyed each moan and shiver and spasm, drowning in her body. Again.
“Harry…” she whimpered when I pulled her clit between my teeth and sucked. Her thighs spasmed around my ears, then crushed in, squeezing my head as she began to peak.
And I wasn’t going to tease her, not like she had me. I wasn’t about edging her. I kept going, sucking deep, relishing in how her fluid flooded over my face, at how she was taking away my ability to breathe, shaking and writhing and gasping and fuckingusingme.
She came with another flood down my chin, and a crush of my head, riding through each ebb and flow of her orgasm with these sexy little gasps. I watched as best I could,but it was mostly just her body, her stomach, pulling in and out as she began to settle back down.
When her thighs relaxed and her body slumped, I lifted her off my shoulders with care, grinning as I stood up and freed her from the chains while she sighed. Her arms dropped as she fell into me, sweaty and hot, still panting.
“Now get on your knees,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head as she rested her weight on me.
