“Yes,” she sighed as he sucked her nipple into his lips and scraped it with his teeth. Her back arched in the air.
Then he was taking her hands, raising them above her head, and suddenly she couldn’t move them from the binds. Panic filled her as she struggled to break free. “What are you doing?”
Her eyes shot open and she looked into his passion-filled gaze. “I’m taking you to a whole new realm of pleasure,” he assured her.
“No, not like this.” She wrestled to break free.
“Give me one minute. If you still want your so-called freedom in one minute, I will undo you. You can take the reins. You can ride me to your heart’s content. Hell, I won’t object — not for a minute.”
Desire burned in his gaze, but something else, too, something she had never seen before. If she were a fool, she would have thought it was affection, but she knew that couldn’t possibly be. He desired her, but he didn’t in any way care about her.
She couldn’t speak, so she nodded her head, and his mouth descended, his lips ravishing hers as he ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his eager fingers and making her cry out again, making her forget all about the way he’d bound her hands.
He moved down her stomach and then his mouth was on her core, his tongue moving rhythmically against her quivering flesh, her arousal growing, nearing explosion.
Somehow he knew each time she came closer and closer to release, and he backed off, moving his tongue down her soft folds and then slowly drawing it up again to the point she wanted his touch most.
“Please, please…” she cried out, but she couldn’t grab his head, couldn’t keep him where she so desperately wanted him.
“Not too fast, McKenzie,” he growled, his words vibrating against her thigh.
He let his mouth move back up her body, and then he was on his knees, rising above her, his beautiful satin manhood so close to her face. “Taste me,” he commanded her, and he rubbed his arousal against her mouth.
She opened her lips greedily, and she circled her tongue around the head of his desire, tasting the muskiness and wanting more. He gave her only an inch, then two, but he refused to give her what she wanted. “I’m the one who controls this,” he said, his words strained.
“You want my mouth around you. Admit it, Byron.”
He stroked her breasts while she sucked on him as far as he allowed. Then he pulled away, only to drop down her body and suddenly he was pushing two fingers inside her. He began driving them in and out at the same speed as he thrust his arousal in her mouth.
But she wanted more. She wanted him buried inside her with his mouth on hers. She wanted release. She wanted to make love — yes, love — then make love again. This moment could last an eternity and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
Without warning, her body exploded, her core grabbing his fingers and holding them inside her as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. He pulled his arousal from her mouth and his fingers from her heat, and then she was alone.
She nearly fell asleep when she heard a sound, and instantly her body reawakened. She wanted more. And she knew she was going to get it.
Byron untied her hands, then rubbed her arms from wrist to shoulder and back again. All the while, his body lay next to hers, his manhood pushing up against her leg, making her squirm beside him.
Then he rose up and pulled her from the bed, so both of them were standing beside it. “You are so unbelievably sexy, McKenzie. I could almost come from nothing more than looking at you,” he said as he moved his hands down her naked torso, making her knees nearly collapse.
“I hope you plan on doing more than looking, Byron. I’m not finished,” she said, a throaty groan escaping as he tweaked her nipples with seductive fingers.
“I’ll never be finished with you,” he said, and she almost wished that were true. She could do this forever.
He turned her around, and she nearly protested, but he encircled her with his hands and rubbed the underside of her breasts. And as he held their weight in his palms, her nipples peaked painfully hard.
One of his hands drifted up past her throat and settled on the back of her neck, while the other dipped to her stomach and held her tightly against him, letting her feel his thickness on the crease of her shapely ass.
He pushed against her back, and she leaned forward, arching her derrière into the air, his solid erection resting against it. Then he moved back, sliding his arousal downward along her swollen folds and wet the head with her juices.
McKenzie wriggled against him, wanting him inside her, ready to feel more of the pleasure only he could give her.
“Patience,” he whispered as he bent down and ran his tongue along her spine. He dropped to his knees and kissed his way along her backside and down to her thighs before pushing her legs apart and coating his tongue with her heat.
When she was just about to release again, he stood, and before she could take a single breath, he was back behind her, gripping her hips and then thrusting forward, forcefully pulling out and pushing back in.
She exploded around him, her legs shaking, her body clenching his thick arousal as she nearly wept with the pleasure of his movements. He was inside her up to the hilt in this position, and she was greedy for every single inch of him. Those inches certainly added up.
When her pulsations finally stopped, he slowed his thrusts. For a brief moment she felt again both the pain and the pleasure of overstimulation. She wanted to push him out — it was too much. But he let his hands glide back around her body, and while one found a breast, the other touched the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where his hardness was penetrating her.
And she felt her pleasure build once more. Greed. This was what greed felt like, because she wanted it all. She wanted him over and over again.
With desperation born of that greed, she began pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together served only to heighten her pleasure. He groaned loudly, and she reached back to find his tightened balls, and she squeezed gently. He let out a cry and then began shaking as he pumped hard inside her.
With a cry of her own, McKenzie shattered again, their sounds of pleasure blending together as they collapsed forward onto the bed. Byron lay on her back, and neither of them breathed evenly.
After several moments, he shifted off her, then climbed up onto the bed, pulling her with him, locking his arms around her.
“We’re good together,” he said, his hand in her hair, their bodies sated — for at least the next few minutes.