He had to force himself to breath, make the air move in and out of his lungs. She was so f**king beautiful. So very his.
Mine.
"I love these f**king hearts," he rasped, his hand clenched tightly around the remaining two.
Her gorgeous blue eyes danced, but they were also hot with desire. "You wasted that one. I would have done it for nothing. I need you."
I need you.
His soul echoed her desire, his body clamoring, clawing to possess what belonged to him. His c**k was as hard as marble, ready to be buried in her wet, hot pu**y. At this point, he was afraid he was going to explode the moment he buried himself inside of her. He tucked the tiny hearts beneath a placemat on the table for safekeeping.
She took a step forward, bringing her silken skin against his, making him shudder. Her hand fluttered gently against the material of his boxers, stroking his ready-to-explode c**k like it was a treasured pet.
He moved her hand and swept her up into his arms, unable to wait a moment longer. "Time for bed."
"About time." she murmured against his shoulder, obviously impatient.
Immediately, his mind shifted from his c**k to the wanting woman in his arms. His woman. She needed him, wanted him to pleasure her, sate her needs. He'd get his satisfaction, but she came first. She would always come first. Literally.
Chapter 7
Simon dropped her gently on the bed. She rolled and popped open the drawer on the bedside table, jerking out his restraints and handing them to him. "Tie me. I don't mind."
Please. Tie me and f**k me before I die of longing.
She was panting, both her mind and body out of control. If she didn't have his muscular, hot body possessing hers within moments, she was going to scream.
He looked at her with confusion. "You want me to tie you up?"
"I want you. Tie me up. Tie me down. Whatever you want. It's hot. You're hot. I just want you to f**k me. However you're comfortable with it."
Oh God, I'm babbling. He's making me crazy.
"Sweetheart, the possessive caveman in me would love nothing more than to have you at my mercy and make you come until you scream, but I don't need to." He took the restraints from her hands and dumped them beside the bed. "But now that I know it makes you hot, I'll do it another time. Right now, I just need to watch you come, make love to you until neither of us can move."
Every light was on. They hadn't shut them off earlier. The expression on his face was fierce, tender, and strangely peaceful. She took a deep breath, her whole body quivering, her pu**y saturated, ready for him. She became intoxicated as he stretched himself over her, the silk of his new boxers sliding along the tender folds between her thighs. She opened for him, moaning as his rock-hard erection pressed firmly against her mound, stimulating her already-sensitive clit.
She clutched him to her, almost afraid that he would escape, needing some sort of reassurance that he was real, that he was hers. She had never, ever been a possessive or obsessive woman, but Simon was so incredible, so completely amazing, that it seemed almost impossible that he really existed, that he was truly hers. Sometimes he almost seemed like a dream, a lovely dream that took her existence from ordinary to extraordinary.
"Relax, baby." Simon whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
Relaxing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, trying to control her feral instinct to bind him to her, protect herself from ever having to live without him. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm feeling desperate." She hadn't meant to say it, it sounded pathetic, but it was true. Her emotions were on overload and her body was clamoring for more.
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck. "No more desperate than I am. Every time I hear your voice, see you, talk to you, I want to get closer. Hell, all I have to do is think about you." Lightly, his tongue licked her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. "I want inside of you. I want us to be fused so tightly that you can never get away."
Yes. Yes. That's how she felt.
His mouth came down on hers, no more teasing, no more seduction. He invaded, pillaged, ravished with his lips and tongue, and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. She moaned as he sated a small portion of her desire for cohesion, her hips automatically lifting, wanting other body parts to merge, needing some relief from her hyper-aroused state.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. "Fuck! You're sweet. So sweet and so damn hot!" Pulling her arms from around his neck, he gripped her wrists and imprisoned them at her side, sliding slowly down her body.
She squirmed, pulling at her wrists that were held tightly, one on each side of her waist. He licked and kissed his way down her chest until he reached her br**sts, making her want to scream with frustrated desire.
He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be. His teeth abraded a sensitive nipple, pulling the tip into his scorching mouth, using both his teeth and his tongue.
Pleasure and pain.
"Simon. Oh, God. Please." Her head thrashed as he switched to the other nipple, torturing her, arousing her until she could barely draw breath.
He kept up his erotic assault on her br**sts, laving, gently biting, switching from one to the other while he kept her hands clamped firmly at her side. The feeling of being at his tender mercy was maddening, intoxicating, breathtaking.
His mouth dipped lower, moving in circles over her belly, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Finally, he let go of her wrists, using his hands to spread her legs wide as he moved between her thighs. "You smell so sweet. Like aroused woman. My woman. Mine to satisfy. My honey to lick up." He growled, taking deep breaths, the hot exhalations caressing the tender folds of her pu**y.
Her body nearly exploded just from his possessive, completely aroused, masculine snarl. "Yes, Simon. Please. I need you. I need to come."
"I need to make you come. Satisfy my woman."
He pushed her legs up, bending her knees, opening her for his hungry mouth.
His attack was immediate and totally carnal. Mouth devouring, tongue penetrating, he claimed her pu**y with an intensity that made her cry out his name as her body quivered.
He breached the tender folds, delving deep, licking up her cream with a sensual abandon that left her breathless and whimpering. His tongue found and attacked her swollen clit with mindless focus.
Kara speared her hands into his hair, oblivious to anything other than the total ecstasy her body was experiencing from his primal, animalistic mission. He was going to make her climax. Hard.
He laved the tiny bud over and over. Faster and faster. Again and again.