Page 99 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

He's right. All my juices are seeping into his jeans. I never imagined I could get so turned on, and I start to worry that it's too much. I raise myself an inch.

He shakes his head. "You should keep doing it. It's sexy."

Returning to my position, I grind harder on his thigh and cock until my body is wound tight and desperate for release. Then I lower my fingers to rub where I'm aching and needy.

"Can I taste?" he asks.

I don't even second-guess myself, I just bring my wet fingers up to his lips.

He sucks my juices off, moaning deep in his throat like they taste like heaven.

The sound his tongue and mouth make around my fingers is a blaze setting every inch of me on fire. I alternate which fingers I use to touch myself, grinding and rubbing with one hand while letting him clean the other.

"You're killing me," he says. "But don't stop. You taste sweet."

I'm delirious now, so I exhale his name. "Sean."

"Are you going to come on me, beautiful?"

I nod, moaning.

"One more taste."

I switch hands, pressing my fingers into his mouth and letting him suck while I reach my peak. The pressure inside me explodes. I grind hard against him, my body finally losing control as the orgasm overtakes me. It's violent and electric and all-consuming. I soak his jeans while he keeps sucking the juices off my free hand. A second wave crashes through me, even harder than the first, making my head tip back as I moan loudly and call out his name.

When I start to come down from the high, feeling drained but ecstatic, I realize my fingers are jammed into Sean's mouth so deep I'm almost choking him.

I pull them out, blushing furiously. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." His gaze scorches my skin. "I don't mind being choked if I get to watch you come. And I love the mess you made."

I blush again, but this time it's mixed with a feeling of satisfaction.

"What's your color, beautiful?"

I'm so overcome with gratitude for what we just did together, for how much he let me take charge, and for being able to experience my sexuality again without freaking out. I'm so overcome that silly me gets teary-eyed. "Thank you," I whisper instead of telling him 'green.'

Sean shakes his head like I'm missing something obvious. "There's nothing to thank me for. I was the one who got the show. Thank you for trusting me."

His words invade my senses more than anything else tonight and I lose any ability to think. I'm only pure need as I move forward and kiss those soft lips that called me beautiful—lips that made mebelieveI was beautiful tonight.

Kissing him is sweet and loving and he lets me have complete control over the pace.

I pull back just enough to say, "Green. It's okay to kiss me back and show me what you want. You are tied up after all."

A knowing grin stretches across his face right before he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me with all the passion that’s been wound tight between us. His tongue is urgent and wild, demanding as it explores and presses deeper, intent on marking me as his. He tastes like both of us—of so much yearning—andthe heat blazes between us like a bonfire. I didn’t know someone could kiss this way: reckless and hard and utterly devouring. Everything about it makes me shiver.

My body hot again. But I also know this is enough for now; I don't want to risk a sudden panic attack from overdoing it.

I break the kiss, breathless, and glance down at the hard ridge in his jeans. "Um…"

He smirks. "Don't worry about that. I can take care of it."

I let out a soft laugh as I climb off him. I have to force my mind not to picture him 'taking care of it' or I might do something risky, like try to stroke him myself.

I untie the ropes and open the handcuffs. I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him.

He puts it on, then we walk to the door together. I can't resist feeling his lips again, so I grab his wrists, holding them down and maintaining control. Lifting myself on my tiptoes, our lips whisper over each other in a sweet caress.

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