“Touch me, please.” She was desperate to feel him. His hands. His mouth. His cock.
He grinned slowly, then climbed on the bed, between her legs. He pushed her thighs wider and stared down at her. “Is this where you want me to touch you?” His fingers were an inch from her wet center.
“God, yes.”
He leaned down and ran his tongue over her clitoris. She bucked and moaned, the sensation he triggered exactly what her body craved.
He slid his hands under her ass and settled in, his tongue exploring her folds, his teeth grazing her clit. He sucked, he teased. He was a maestro, making her body sing as he brought her closer and closer to climax.
His fingers joined the fun and slipped inside her, then his mouth moved lower, and his tongue replaced his fingers as his thumb found her clit.
She would have launched off the bed with the jolt of pleasure if her arms weren’t bound. As it was, her thighs wrapped around his shoulders and she moaned as she pulled on the ties.
He raised his head and smiled up at her. “You like that?”
All she could do was whimper and nod. She had a gorgeous man’s face between her thighs, her hands were bound, and her body was burning with need. She found her voice. “I’m so close to coming. Fuck me. Please. I need you inside me.”
He grinned and bent his head between her thighs again. His tongue was exquisite torture. Making her feel so insanely good. Keeping her on the edge. She thrust her hips at him, adjusting his rhythm.
He chuckled and reached for the box of condoms she’d tossed on the bed earlier. With his mouth still teasing her, keeping her riding that edge as he sheathed himself. Then, in one smooth movement, he shifted to replace his tongue with his cock.
He stroked her clit with the hard ridge of his shaft, then slid the tip lower and teased her opening. She thrust forward as much as she could while being bound, taking the head inside. She groaned at the feel of his thickness.
“Please,” she begged.
He thrust into her, smooth and deep. She groaned, and the sensation of him filling her was everything she’d needed. He thrust again and again, picking up speed, and after hovering on the brink for what felt like forever, she came, the release intense and settling into rippling waves that continued with each hard thrust.
She groaned and panted as he kissed her, filling her mouth with his hot tongue. His cock pulsed within her, and he groaned with his own release. She wanted to grip his ass or his hair, but all she could do was suck on his tongue as she rode the wave.
Spent, he shifted his weight. He remained inside her, but wasn’t crushing her with the length of his body. He leaned on an elbow as he nuzzled her neck and murmured, “Damn. If I’d remembered sex could be like that, I wouldn’t have waited so long to do it again.”
She laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing. Although I don’t remember sexeverbeing like that.”
He shifted to suck on one of her nipples, and she felt the pull of pleasure radiate outward. “Yeah. Me too.”
She slipped her wrist from the binding so she could stroke his hair.
“Hey, that’s cheating.”
She laughed again. “I need to touch you.” Sweat dotted his forehead, and she pushed his thick, mussed hair aside. “How long has it been for you?”
“Eighteen months. Since before I was injured. You?”
She wanted to follow up on that, but he’d been quick to turn the question back to her, which was only fair. “A year. My boyfriend dumped me the day I got the job as park archaeologist.”
He slid from her body and rolled to his side, resting his weight on his good shoulder. He stroked her cheek and stared into her eyes. “What a fool.” He smiled. “His loss is my gain.”
She smiled too. This moment was so perfect, so uncomplicated, so joyful, she was thankful to have it. Someday, Xavier Rivera would be nothing more than a brief encounter in her distant past, but she’d have this moment, this feeling, that would always burn bright for the simple pleasure of it.
She used her free hand to loosen the knot on her other wrist and freed herself. Then she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She kissed him, then sat up straight. “So what comes next, Xavier? Do you satisfy more of my dirty fantasies, or should we eat dinner?”
“Depends. What dirty fantasy do you want to tackle next?”
She licked her lips. “I want you in my mouth. I don’t care where—shower, bath, or porch swing—you choose.”
“Swing. In the moonlight.” He reached up and brushed her hair from her face. “I’ll be cold out there.”
She grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.”