“That’s right,” he murmured, sweeping his hand between her firm thighs from behind. He immediately slipped his fingertip into her sheath. He grunted at finding her warm and very wet. She moaned shakily as he thrust his finger high into her. He gritted his teeth. One thing was for certain, he hadn’t been kidding himself by remembering how tight and sweet she was. Heat rushed around his finger.
“I think you like being restrained and touched,” he said, thrusting his finger in and out of her.
“By you, I do,” she muttered through a constricted throat.
He said nothing to that, because an image popped into his head of Emma being restrained like this while some faceless, unlikeable male dipped his finger into her snug, soft pussy. He may be the first man to initiate her into the pleasures of submission, but perhaps he wouldn’t be the last.
A snarl shaped his mouth at the intrusive, unpleasant thought.
“Bend over a little,” he said, pushing gently on her shoulders. “Lean into the restraint. It will hold you.”
She did as he’d instructed. The strap went taught as she bent slightly at the waist, giving him better access. He plunged into her more forcefully, his middle finger seeking in her outer sex. Her pubic hair was soft and growing damp with her arousal. He slid a finger against her clit. She bit off a shaky moan. He felt her lithe body tense. She began to bob her hips against his hand as her fever rose. He knew she liked it—a lot—but aside from some sexy, soughing gasps, she didn’t cry out. He longed to hear her lose control.
“I want to feel you come this first time,” he said. He felt her stiffen even more, and then her vagina tightened around him. God, he couldn’t wait to feel that sensation clamping his cock. “Emma?” he prodded when she didn’t respond as he continued to finger-fuck her and stroke her clit. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, so much,” she said, her voice quaking. He’d primed her out there on the couch. His stimulation now was added fuel on a steady, high burn.
“Then come against my hand,” he demanded.
Her slender body jerked slightly and she made a choking, sobbing sound. He drew closer, kissing her warm nape and inhaling her scent. He felt the muscular walls convulsing around his plunging fingers and the rush of heat.
“That’s right. Give in to it,” he ordered thickly. “That’s so good,” he praised as she came, her soft, muted whimpers killing him a little.
When her shuddering had ceased, he withdrew his finger, anxious to continue, his brain and body fevered, to get inside her. His finger was glossy with her abundant, warm juices. Glancing up to make sure she wasn’t looking, he slid it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
Maybe on some level, he knew it was dangerous to reveal how greedy he was for her.
He couldn’t help making a sound of intense satisfaction as her taste spread on his tongue. He withdrew his finger when she started to look over her shoulder and stepped toward the bed.
“Do you use a one of these?” he asked her as he forced himself to attend to the mundane task of removing the vibrator from the packaging.
“A vibrator? No,” she said between soft pants.
He made the mistake of looking up. He was caught by the beguiling image she made, naked with her hands restrained above her head; her flawless pale skin; the slope of her spine; the lush curve of her ass; firm, high breasts thrusting forth from her rib cage as she panted, recovering from her orgasm. He could see the light golden brown, downy hair between her slender thighs and experienced an intense urge to have her spread on the bed before him, bound and ready for ravishment.
He shut his eyes, trying to erase the potent image. Another time, he would have her that way. For now, he had to stick to his plan or risk losing her trust.
She watched him with those big, haunting eyes as he held up the sex toy. It was shaped like an arch, with a vibrator at each end.
“We’ll get you used to it, quick enough. It’s not complicated. It’s meant for your pleasure, nothing more. Certainly nothing less,” he said, stepping behind her. “I’m just going to put it inside you. You’re plenty wet enough,” he rasped, reaching between her thighs. He found her slit and slid one end of the arch inside her pussy. “That’s it,” he soothed when she gasped. He lodged the other end of the vibrator next to her clit. “Is it comfortable?”
“I think so,” she mumbled, and he could tell by the tone of her voice it felt unusual to her.
He picked up the small remote-control device. “I’m going to turn it on a low setting.”
He saw her muscles jerk slightly as the mechanism began to vibrate her channel and clit at once. “Feel good?” he asked quietly, enjoying watching her as pleasure and friction tightened her muscles yet again.
“Oh God. Yes,” she said, stunned.
* * *
It felt so good having the vibrator buzz her sensitive flesh, both from the inside and out; it left her rigid with arousal and amazement for a moment as the new sensation unfurled in her consciousness.
“It has a heating mechanism,” Vanni said, stepping next to her. “It will start to warm inside you.” She looked at him, her mouth hanging open.
“It feels very good,” she said, repressing a little gasp.
He studied her closely, and then raised a hand to brush back her hair. He stroked her cheek with his long thumb. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the expression in his eyes when he did it.