Her fingertips dance up my tie, finding the knot at my neck, playing with it as she peers at me from beneath dark, sinful lashes. “This thing is never straight, Garrett,” she murmurs, slowly pulling the red silk free. She winds both ends around her fists and guides my face down to hers. “Kiss me.”
Caging her in against the wall, I bracket her chin with my fingers, tipping her face to mine. Her cheeks are alive with color, warm brown waves framing her face.
Pretty bowed lips part, breathless. “What are you waiting for?”
I drag my thumb across her lower lip. “Just looking at you. Sometimes I can’t believe you exist.”
Right before our lips can meet, I spot something blue on my bed.
“What the fuck is that?” I turn her head toward the sleek dildo, the piece that juts out near the base that does to her clit what my mouth likes to do. “Where you masturbating in my bed?”
Her lashes flutter, dimples pulling in a cheeky grin as she tugs on the tie wrapped around her fists. “What are you gonna do about it, big guy?”
I answer her with that kiss she was begging for a moment ago, then gently pry her fingers from the tie, letting the silk slip through her hand as I pull it away.
Taking her hands in one of mine, I wind the silk around her wrists. “Do you trust me, Jennie?”
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.
“Good.” I yank on the ends of the tie, instantly tightening it around her wrists, bringing them together between us. She gasps.
“What are you doing?” The words are thick with wonder, desire. She wants this—her, helpless; me, in control—as much as I do.
“At the moment? Nothing.” I force her to the bed and spread her legs wide. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as I loop the silk through the headboard, securing her hands above her head. “In a minute? Fucking your pussy however I please, until you scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”
Her skin dots with goose bumps as she quivers, my name barely a breath when it leaves her mouth.
“Mmm, something like that.” I drag the pad of my thumb up the seam of her legs, where a dark, wet spot decorates the pale pink cotton. Heat pours out, and she lifts her hips off the bed, desperate for more. “But a whole fuckload louder.”
A gasp pierces the air when I dip my hand inside, swiping my fingers through her slit. Jennie jerks forward, struggling against the tie.
“Does it hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head, panting as I drag her panties down her legs. I bend her knee, trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh. “Are you okay? With this? Or would you feel more comfortable if I stopped?”
“Oh,” she cries, back arching when I nip at the junction of her thigh. “More, please.”
I flick the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit and tug it gently between my teeth. “Answer the question, Jennie.”
“God, please don’t stop, Garrett,” she begs when I pull away. “Please.”
Slowly, I push two fingers inside her, reveling in the way she squeezes around me. I suck my fingers into my mouth, and Jennie’s eyes hood as she squirms, searching for my touch, begging for it without words.
“Fuckin’ delicious, sunshine.”
I reach across the rumpled sheets, wrapping my fingers around my replacement. The little wand whirs to life when I hit the power button. Jennie once told me this was one of her favorites, right up there with Indiana Bones. Dual stimulation, she said; you can’t beat it.
“How many times did you use this?” I ask, dragging the head of the toy up her slit, swirling it around her clit, watching her shake.
“Once.”
I pull it away.
“Three times,” she cries desperately, and when I push it slowly inside her, she moans, tossing her head back in the pillows. “It wasn’t enough. Nothing’s ever enough when it’s not you.”
I like those words more than I care to admit, and when I push the toy a little farther, when that curved head hits that spot she likes, she gasps, yanking at the tie. My thumb covers the small addition to the toy, feeling the power of the suction. When I fix it over her clit, Jennie’s eyes roll, words lost in a garbled cry.
She writhes and moans, rocking with the toy, pushing herself into me as I pull one rosy nipple into my mouth.
“What were you thinking about? While you were fucking yourself?”
“You,” she sobs, hips bucking, back arching. She pulls on the headboard, trying to free herself. “Oh God, Garrett.”
“What about me?”
Her head falls backward, eyes closing as a sound rips up her throat when I slowly remove the toy, then plunge it back inside. “I was thinking about…you fucking me.”
“With my tongue? Or my fingers?”
Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she rocks herself into the toy.
“Be specific, Jennie.”
“With your cock,” she yelps. “I wished it was you inside me.”
Angling my body over hers, I wrap my fingers around her throat, watching her face as she climbs toward that peak. It’s getting harder to be gentle with her. Lately, all I want to do is bend her over, fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Rip her to pieces then put her back together. I want her to scream that she’s mine, and I want her to mean it.
But I want to be hers too.
“How do you think you’ll like it?” My mouth hovers above hers as I thrust harder, hitting that spot that leaves her breathless. “When I take you, do you want me to do it slowly? Do you want me to be gentle? Sweet?” I press my lips to the corner of her mouth as she pants. “Or do you want me to fuck you hard? Rough? Do you want me to show you how badly I want you? How I’ve wanted you for fucking ages? How I’ve dreamt about it every fucking night?”
My gaze coasts her face, all the soft edges I love, and when I follow the line of her arms up to her wrists above her head, I find her hands reaching for me.
“Garrett,” she whimpers, trembling when I release her throat and lace my fingers through hers, watching as she teeters along the edge.
“Don’t worry. We can take our time, do it all. I have no plans of letting you walk out that door once I have you.”
I pull the toy from between her legs before driving it back inside her, and when her toes curl and her back arches, I take her mouth with mine, swallowing my name as she screams it.
With a swift tug of the tie, I free her from the headboard and flip her over, jerking her hips off the bed, her perfect, round ass in the air.
“I’m so fucking far from done with you, sunshine.”
I’ve had this body wrapped around mine too many times to count. Watched her thick lashes rest against her cheekbones, her chest rise and fall steadily as she sleeps. I’ve felt the way her hold on me tightens when I shift, and I’ve smiled at the frown that pulls at the corners of her mouth when she’s dreaming, the way it quirks upward when I brush the pad of my thumb across the swell of her bottom lip, stroke a finger down the side of her face, or touch my lips to her forehead.
And still, I have no idea what it’s like to fall asleep with her in my arms. To sleep soundly with her legs tangled with mine. To wake in the morning with her warm body still tucked into mine and see the way the sunshine makes her face glow as it bathes her from the window.