rs enwrap my shaft and begin to move up and down the length of it.
“God, yeah, Vi.” I pull against the restraints, then curse. It’d taken all of three seconds and one heavenly touch from her fingertips for me to forget I couldn’t touch her.
“Easy,” she says with a grin. “We’re just getting started.”
She buckles forward and kisses the engorged tip of my cock. I groan, rolling my hips forward in response. She pushes her bangs out of her eyes and looks at me. Her lips are stretched around the head of my cock, and her eyes are alight with anticipation, and something else...
Power.
She releases me from her mouth and pulls back only far enough to look me squarely in the eyes...and smile.
A devilish, wicked grin; that’s my only warning before she takes my cock in her mouth once more, this time letting its entire length slide into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. I can feel myself touch the back of her throat as her tongue moves against the underside of my shaft. “Fuck, Vi!”
She doesn’t stop. She slides those pouty lips of hers up and down the silky skin of my rigid erection, again and again. Each twitch and buck of my hips only seems to encourage her. A soft, muffled moan is heard from her, and the vibration of her voice against me has me pleading with her. “Vienna, shit, that’s good. But I’m getting close, baby.”
She forces my cock deeply into the back of her throat again, and I gasp, thinking she’s trying to make me come hard in her mouth.
Then, she pulls away, running her tongue from my balls to the tip of my cock, flicking it playfully with the tip of her tongue a few times for good measure.
She has me panting like a dog. “Vienna, I’m aching so fucking bad, baby.”
“Patience, my dear Cohen.” She begins to kiss and suck at the sensitive flesh at my hips, making her way across the contours of my abdomen, letting her teeth graze over my nipples with just enough pressure to make me suck in a breath.
“Vi...” I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to control myself.
She holds one nipple between her front teeth and nips at it.
“Fuck!”
“Problem, Cohen?” She doesn’t even bother to look up at me, but I’ve heard that tone before—she thinks this is funny. I’m in sexual agony, and my fiancée thinks it’s funny.
“Oh, Vienna. You’re playing a very sexy, but very dangerous game, my girl.” I tug at the tie again, making the headboard rattle. “I’m going to fuck that smirk right off your face.”
That makes her lift her head, but the smirk remains. In fact, it’s more prominent than ever.
She situates herself with her knees pressed on either side of my hips again, rocking her hips forward just to create friction against my rock hard cock. “Correction,” she states, winking. “I’m going to fuck you, Cohen. When I’m good and ready.”
CHAPTER SIX
Vienna
I’ve always thought that Cohen is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. That crooked grin of his, the way his jeans always hang so delectably from his hips—it does something to me.
But I’ve never been more completely consumed by him, by his chiseled body, than I am right now. Somehow, just knowing that I have the power to make him groan desperately, to make his heartbeat quicken and his cock stiffen with even the slightest touch, is making liquid heat pool within my core.
My body is begging for his just as desperately as he’s begging for mine.
“Cohen...Cohen...Cohen...” I whisper his name seductively between the kisses I press against his abdomen and chest. Hands planted on either side of his head, I hover over him, staring down into the eyes that have made me weak in the knees since I was a teenager.
But I don’t feel weak now. I feel anything but weak.
“What am I going to do with you?” I continue to taunt him, pushing my weight onto one hand and letting my other trail softly up the curves of his hip to his firm abdomen and chest. I let my fingernail circle around his nipple, causing it to harden as Cohen moans again.
He’s watching my every move with a predatory gaze, and his hands are fisted, knuckles white from the pressure he’s putting on them by pulling at his restraints. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he chokes out.
I can hear the strain in his voice, feel the twitch of his hardness against my inner thigh where I’m pressed against him.
His need is pulsing through him. Boiling in his veins.