Page 15 of One More Night
CHAPTER EIGHT
As her feetpad across the kitchen floor, all the way to the stairs, I keep my eyes glued to her. The way her body moves is intoxicating to me. The jiggle of her thighs and sway of her hips is my fucking kryptonite. When she makes it to the stairs and starts up them, I swear I can't take it anymore. Water beads off her pale skin and leaves a trail behind her with every step. I pick up my pace until I'm directly behind her.
As her feet step onto the landing, I grab her by the waist and stop her. "Do you remember your safe word?" I ask, leaning over her shoulder to whisper in her ear.
I can feel the muscles of her cheeks tighten with a smile. "Pineapple."
This entire night, I've kept my profound wants at bay. I'm sure that last night was a lot for her, but I can't help myself at this point. I want to do everything I haven't been able to think about. I want to fuck her and mark her body. I want to make her mine so no other man would even cross her mind.
I want every piece of her.
Her mind. Her body. Her entire fucking soul.
I cling to her hips and push her forward, turning her slightly so her body presses against the metal banister in front of the glass wall, then drag my hands to hers. Placing my palms on the tops of her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and then raise them, making her clasp the railing.
"I want you to stay right here, understand?" I demand, pressing my dick into the soft skin of her back, then run my hands up her arms.
She nods, then tips her head.
"Words, Juliet," I chastise lightly, moving my fingers to her throat.
"I understand," she all but moans.
Her throat vibrates under my hold with her words, and it does something to me. Something warm and erotic.
Dropping my hold, I step back, missing the warmth of her body once we're separated. I turn and head toward my room, thankful it isn't far and even more thankful I can still see her through the large doorway once I'm inside.
Moving to the foot of my bed, I open the chest that sits there and retrieve what I need: silk ties and a wireless wand. Stepping back to the landing, I slide behind Juliet. "I'm going to bind your hands. Is that okay?"
I look down and watch her chest rise with a shuddering breath. "Yes."
Her hands are still latched to the railing, so I drop the wand to the floor, then bring my arms around her, and loop the silk tie around her wrists before doing the same to the banister. I secure it tightly, but not enough to hurt.
Tugging the tie, I run my nose along the column of her neck. "Feel alright?"
She nods and lets her head fall back.
I squat down to recover the wand and flip it on as I reach back around her. I let the silicone head of it crawl along her skin. Over her arms, along her stomach, then to her mound.
As soon as I sink it lower, letting it dip to the apex of where the lips of her pussy meet, her knees press together. "Mmmm."
"Feel good?"
She nods and lets her body lull back slightly, depending on the silk ties to her, hold her up. "Everything you do feels good."
Her comment brings a smile to my face. So much of my joy comes from her pleasure, and knowing I'm doing it right— tweaking and teasing her body the exact way she likes— makes me so fucking happy.
"But," her voice breaks into my head, cutting off my thoughts. "Why is it that a man like you, someone who doesn't have a partner, keeps toys?"
I let the toy move lower and use my other hand to spread her lips so it can hit her clit. "I like to please people, sweet girl."
She widens her stance, spreading her legs even more for me. "I feel you do a pretty good job of that alone."
I nip at her shoulder, then kiss away the goosebumps that break out. "Every man needs teammates, though."
"Teammates?"
I nod. "Since my pleasure mainly comes from pleasing others, if there is something I can't do for someone, I would hope I could utilize tools to help meet the goal. But toys aren't my competition."
