Page 58 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"Of course, I was serious.” He looks at me like I've grown another head. "These matters are very serious, Lily. I wouldn't joke about them."

"That's good to know," I say, still not quite believing that this is real life. I take the bands out of his hands and crawl upthe bed until I reach one of the bed posts, starting to tie the first band around it. Then I see a little scribble on the wall, hidden by the wooden post and burst into laughter.

"God damn, they even have a whole manual here on how to tie them." They’ve really thought of everything and I’m not sure whether to be intimidated or impressed.

"Then you better put it to use." Adam gets himself comfortable on the bed, then spreads out his limbs like a starfish, offering me his wrist. "Come on, beautiful."

I shake my head at him and bite my lip but comply. "Alright."

Once I'm done, he tests the sturdiness of them. The knots don’t loosen when he pulls at the bands, and they also don’t get any tighter. And I've left them loose enough that he can easily wind his hand out of it, just in case. Satisfied with his test, his eyes return to me, a hungry grin tugging at his lips.

"Now come on," he beckons me, and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Get up here."

“Hey, you’re the one tied up. Doesn’t that mean I get to call the shots?”

“Get. Up. Here.”

“Okay, well apparently not,” I mutter under my breath.

"Oh god," I mutter under my breath, then climb up his body, my cheeks turning warmer and warmer with each centimeter. "What did I say yes to?"

By the time I reach his head I’m bright red, trying to find a position that works. Finally, I find one, with my shins overhis arms, gingerly sinking down until his tongue reaches my already soaking wet pussy, licking through my folds, before finding my clit.

For a few moments, I'm too shy to enjoy it. I might be over my body insecurities but having your pussy hovering over a man’s mouth like a fucking dangling apple game would make every woman self-conscious.

But then his tongue does something, one little twirl before it wanders lower and dips into my hole, and all the fucks I gave just go out the window with breaking glass and a flip.

"Fuck," I moan, my hands finding the bed post, fingers digging into the hard wood as he does it again.

"You know I said sit on my face," he mumbles against my pussy and honestly, I contemplate giving him my full weight just so he’ll stop talking from that angle. "Not hover over it."

"Shut up," I scold him playfully and reach back to pinch his nonexistent belly. "I'm not about to suffocate you."

"You're not going to. And even if I do, it’s a death worth dy-"

I lower myself after all to shut him up and a satisfied hum goes from his lips straight to my clit. Fuck, that feels amazing.

And oh boy, that mouth is talented. It doesn't take him long to have me writhing on him, a steady stream of moans and whines coming from my lips as I move my hips against his tongue, all apprehension forgotten.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I curse, as he continues his efforts, flicking his tongue, circling my clit, moving lower to plunge itinto me while his nose nudges my nerves. Fuck, he's good. My orgasm is building up. I can already feel the familiar tug in my belly, fell the sensation building higher and higher until it’s about to pop.

“I'm going to come," I moan, my hand reaching down to find his hair, fisting it, pulling him where I want him as I ride his face.

The only form of acknowledgment from him is a satisfied hum until I shout his name as the pressure in me releases, fingers digging into the bedpost as my whole body goes rigid and I actually cum on his face, my whole body shaking as he continues to lap up my wetness like it’s an Olympic sport.

Holy fuck. That is an orgasm to write home about.

The grin on his face speaks volumes when I want to move off him and catch my breath. But before I can, he has freed his hands and grabs my thighs, keeping me right where I am as he continues to lick me through my orgasm until I'm a whimpering mess on top of him, my body still twitching with aftershocks.

"Fuck, Adam." My insides start to coil up again like a spring, and I stop him. The next time I come tonight I want it to be with him and not awkwardly sitting on his face for a solo-show.

He hums and finally lets me get up. When I look behind me, I can see his hard cock already leaking with want for me.

"How about you get your hands back into those slings and let me handle the rest?" I ask him, but he shakes his head.

"I was thinking maybe it's your turn." He raises his eyebrow at me and looks between me and the satin bands. I bite my lip, following his gaze. “How about it, Beautiful?”

I can’t say I’ve let a man tie me up before, but then again, no man has ever asked me to sit on his face before.

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