I flick my tongue around the rim of her opening, and she writhes, as much as she can when I have her bound. While I keep teasing her entrance, I stretch an arm up to close my hand around her breast and rub my thumbnail over the rigid tip.
Her mouth falls open as she seems to struggle against the need to cry out.
As much as I thought I needed her to stay silent unless I gave her permission to speak, now I realize I want to hear whatever she needs to scream or whisper to me. I need it so much that just thinking about it makes my cock throb. I'm so hard that I don't know if I can last much longer.
"You can speak," I growl. "But I'm still in control."
"Oh, yes, I want you to tell me what to do. It's the hottest thing ever."
She loves having me in control of her. Would I want to give up control to Sarah? I can't think about that right now, because I need to drive her toward a climax that will shatter her. But not yet. I rise to my knees and hoist her hips, then rub the tip of my erection around the rim of her entrance in slow, steady circles. The motion drives me crazy too, but it's the look on Sarah's face that might break me. I'm struggling to catch my breath while sheloosely bites her bottom lip and her eyes flutter half-closed. Her mouth curls into the sweetest, naughtiest little smile I've ever seen.
Just as I feel myself on the verge of coming, I pull away and shove my hand into the curly hairs on her mound, teasing them with my fingers. Her slickness dampens those hairs and my fingertips.
Sarah watches me, her breasts heaving.
I hold my fingers to my mouth and lick away the drops of her cream one by one.
"Oh, God, Gabriel," she moans. "Make me come, please."
"Not yet." I trail my fingertips up her belly and back down again, then take hold of the rope and tug it, making her gasp. "You want me to fuck you right now."
"Yes, please."
"I won't do that, not yet."
Rising to my knees, I stroke myself while I gaze down at her nude body. I love watching her writhe as if she can't wait for me to fuck her, but I don't want to do that yet. All right, Iwantto do it. But we have literally all the time in the world, and I won't rush.
"Do that again," she says, her tone sultry and her eyes darkened by lust. "Take me to the edge and leave me hanging. I love what you're doing to me."
I've discovered something about myself since I met Sarah—several things, actually—and I will tell her about it later. Right now, I need to drive her wild again and again until we both can't stand it anymore.
"How flexible are you?" I ask. "Don't want to push you too far and hurt you."
She smiles playfully, then pulls her bound legs and hands up over her head, hooking her ankles in the headboard rails. "Does that answer your question?"
"Hell yeah." I run my hands up and down her legs. "You must do yoga to be that flexible."
"I practice with Grant and Erin. Grant's teaching me how to be Zen too."
My gaze has become glued to her body, where her new position has exposed all that glistening, slick, pink flesh that I need to devour—eventually. I slant forward to grasp the headboard rails, and I start rubbing my dick up and down her cleft. Every time the head of my cock grazes her flesh, I suck in a sharp breath, and she gasps too. I struggle to keep control of my breathing while I rock my hips to rasp her sensitized flesh, and my pulse accelerates, pounding in my chest and thundering in my ears.
I sit back on my heels and wipe sweat from my brow.
Sarah moans and manages to wriggle her ass even while bound to the headboard. She's very flexible. Unbelievably flexible. The fact that she does yoga and meditates turns me on even more.
On my knees, I waddle even closer until my dick hangs right over her face. "Suck me, baby."
She doesn't hesitate. Sarah lunges her head up to catch my cock in her mouth, and she lets out sharp little grunts while she sucks me. I groan and hiss in a breath, clutching the headboard while I let her do whatever she wants. Her tongue coils around me like a sexy snake, and she takes as much of me into her mouth as she possibly can, then she withdraws. With a sly smile, she rakes her tongue over my crown.
"Fuck, Sarah," I growl.
I know I'll come any second, and I don't want that to happen yet. So I back away to kneel near her exposed cleft, then cup both her breasts in my palms. I flick my thumbs over her nipples in a slow rhythm, and her breaths shorten, becoming erratic while I torment her stiff peaks. Just when she's gotten used to therhythm, I stop. Then I bend over to gently lick her nipples. That makes her jerk and gasp. I blow air over those wet peaks.
"Gabriel, please," she pleads. "Don't ever stop."
I chuckle. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you? Guess that shouldn't surprise me since you sunbathe in the nude."
She must be in agony—the best kind, brought on by intense pleasure with no release—but she wants even more. I feel the same agony, but I'm not ready for this to end yet either.