I can’t help it. Before long, I’m bucking against his face, and he flattens his lips around my pussy, licks me hard and fast as he continues to finger my ass. I wrap my legs over his shoulders, hook my ankles to hold him against me as I bury my hands in his hair. I come with a loud cry, the orgasm sweeping through my whole body, from the tips of my toes all the way to the top of my head. I feel like I’m on fire, bursting from the inside out.
He keeps his finger buried inside my ass and draws back to lick my sensitive-as-hell clit. I gasp and jerk against the counter, and he laughs, his breath hot against my soaking wet pussy.
“You like that, Clove?” He grins up at me, still kneeling between my legs, that cocky grin of his irresistible from this angle. Or from any angle, really.
I grin back, breathless, heart still racing. Then I clench my ass around his finger, and smirk. “What was your first clue?”
He lifts an eyebrow, enjoying the challenge. “Hmm. So you like having both holes filled at once, is that it?”
My cheeks flush bright red, but I hold his eye, emboldened by the naked lust in his eyes. “If that orgasm was anything to judge by, it’s definitely nice, yes.”
“Mm…” His gaze rakes down my body, and his lower lip juts out as though he’s considering something. Pondering. “Well, I didn’t come prepared, but I think we should be able to make do…”
With that, he stands, and draws his finger out of my ass. I gasp in protest, especially because without him kneeling between my legs, I feel cold, my naked ass freezing against the marble countertop.
But he doesn’t leave me hanging for long. He scoops me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard cock presses against my ass, so I’m almost sitting on top of it as he holds me against him with one arm and digs through my drawers with the other.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but he only winks in response. I feel him shift against me as he picks up something, and then we’re moving, before I can tell exactly what he has in mind.
He carries me to the doorway of my bedroom, then hesitates in the entrance, glancing past me. “Red sheets. It’s almost like you planned on having a sexy encounter in here sometime soon…”
I laugh, and feel my face flush again, this time with regular embarrassment. “I… Forgot I had those on.”
He casts me a sideways smirk.
“It’s my favorite color!” I protest. “I just like it is all.”
“I like it too.” In response, he steps across the threshold, and tosses me onto the bed without warning, so hard that I bounce a little, laughing as he steps up to the bed, gazing down at me. “The color suits you. You look good on it.” His gaze roams across my body, naked and exposed before him. “Though you’ll look even better spread-eagled across it.”
My laughter turns a little breathy, my flushed face getting even hotter as he kneels beside me and leans down to kiss me softly, slowly. “Zayne…” I murmur. Then I lift my eyes to his, smiling, because a sudden idea took hold of me. “It’s my turn,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow, still smiling, but questioning. “Your turn to what, exactly?”
“To spread-eagle you.” With that, I push myself up to a sitting position, then flip around to kneel next to him. He lets me push him over easily, even though of course, he could overpower me if he wanted. There’s something sexy about that, about the confident way he’s willing to let me take control when I want to. He doesn’t have anything to prove—he just wants me to enjoy myself however I want. And right now, I want to do to him what he just did to me.
I spread his legs wide, then position his hands over his head. After a moment’s consideration, I grab the edges of the my sultry red sheets—silk, no less, because I love the way it feels against my skin, cool and soothing and smooth as hell. I wrap each corner around the bedposts, then use them to tie Zayne’s wrists to the bed frame. He smirks at me. I know it’s just a loose knot—he could slip it anytime he wanted. But he lets me do it, and to judge by the stiff cock standing erect in his boxers in front of me, he’s enjoying this too.
I bind his ankles too, the same way, not very tight, and he could easily slip the knot if he wanted.
“I hope you know turnabout is fair play,” he comments while I work. “The next time I’m back here, I’m going to have to tie you up nice and tight for this. Maybe even give you a spanking, too.” His gaze drops to my ass, and I shiver at the thought of him doing this to me. Tying me up, leaving me vulnerable and exposed before him. Having his way with me.