“Too tight?”
“It’s fine.” I was a little surprised he hadn’t pussed out and gone easy. The knot was kind of tight. He pushed my arms over my head and took a knee beside my hip. He left one hand on my bound wrists, just resting there. Like it was guarding them.
Soft lips skimmed over my chest. The whiskers on his chin tickled me as he worked lower. His mouth opened and his tongue traced the edge of my bra, and the plan was kind of transparent.
“How slow are we going to go tonight?”
He didn’t laugh. Instead, his head lifted and locked eyes with me. His gaze dripped with seduction. “Until you think you might die.”
This wasn’t playful Dominic. This was some other kind of creature. Fire poured into my center and pooled in my body.
His hot mouth clamped down on my breast, moisture soaking through the fine lace as he sucked at me. His tongue kneaded my flesh. I clamped my legs together, unbearably turned on. He roved over to the other breast and repeated it until my nipples were hard and sensitive, my breasts full and swollen.
“Can you come like this?” he asked. “Just from my mouth sucking on your tits?”
A tight noise escaped my throat. Normally the answer would be a no, it certainly always had been. Still, he knew what the hell he was doing. He’d timed it perfectly. As he nipped at me, I arched my back and his hand sank beneath my body. It searched for the clasp of my bra. It took him a few seconds, maybe more than one try, and tension sprang free from the band.
“One handed.” I gave him an impressed look.
“I’ve very talented.”
The bra slipped up over my elbows and he abandoned it there by my bound wrist.
“Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was hotter without the lace in the way. I watched the tip of his tongue roll a lazy circle around my erect nipple, his hand holding the breast in place.
“Better?” he rumbled. “Do you want to come like this?”
Like he was sure he could get me there with just his mouth. Could he? Another circle and a soft bite made it seem possible.
“I . . .”
Fingernails slipped down over my stomach as his hand journeyed lower. Yes, lower. That would definitely get me there. They inc
hed under the lace and I opened my legs to welcome them. Two fingers stirred me. I moaned loudly.
“Jesus, Payton, you’ve made a mess down here.”
I smirked. “You did that.”
The fingers were suddenly gone, and wetness smeared over my nipple, followed by his tongue. “Your pussy tastes so good.”
Holy shit, if he did that again, I was going to come. My lower body protested that his touch was gone, but my skin above was hyper-aware. Every caress and lash of his mouth brought me closer to the brink.
A soft whimper fell from my lips. It was like a signal to him.
“Keep your hands here,” he ordered. His voice was an even mixture of playful and threatening.
Dominic slid back off the bed and knelt between my parted legs, and my breathing became shallow. Like with the bra, his tongue teased the edge where lace gave way to skin, this time on the inside of my legs. Only here, it wasn’t as pleasant.
“I want your mouth on me so bad, it hurts,” I said.
He stayed silent. Not ignoring me, though. A soft kiss was planted on the lace. Then, another. This one lingered, and that sinful tongue got involved. My stomach clenched.
“Take my panties off.”
“I will when I’m good and ready.” He sucked at the damp fabric and licked me through it. “I don’t need to take them off to do this.” Fingertips curled around the inside seam and pulled them to the side.
I unleashed a startled moan when he fucked me with his tongue. Slow. Sensual. Like he had all the time in the world, and wasn’t aware he had brought me almost to the edge. One fast swirl, or a finger running over my clit and I’d be done for.