Page 117 of The Games We Play

She surprised me when she said she wanted to explore those kinks, that she trusted me and wanted to give up control. I immediately researched restraints that wouldn’t hurt or intimidate her if we did try, and found these silk made rope cuffs. They look like an infinity loop and feel like butter. There are plastic clips at the end of the loop that you can easily press to make tighter or looser.

The leather choker looks like a necklace with a chain that dips all the way down the channel of your chest, but when you pull on it, the leather choker becomes tighter.

It might be too early for her to explore this, but she shared with me how badly she wanted it and I’ll be ready whenever she is.

Her eyes flicker between the cuffs and my eyes, and when they land on mine, they are as feral as I feel. Her pupils are blown out and they don’t stray from mine as she crosses her arms, gripping the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head as she tosses it to the ground.

She leans back onto the bed, lifts her hips, and pulls the denim down her strong, luscious legs. It looks like every inch of her is flushed, or maybe she’s just glowing.

She’s always looked like a goddess with a golden hue to her skin tone, but now knowing my baby is growing inside her… fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

My lips part, attempting to get more oxygen as my eyes trail over her slow, deliberate movements. She uses her feet to push her jeans onto the floor, then reaches back, unhooking her bra. The straps fall forward over her arms and she slowly removes the fabric and throws it at me.

It bounces off my shirtless torso, landing at my feet, but nothing takes my attention away from her.

Her eyes are dripping with lust and need, and her expression is desperate.

The fact that she is ready and can’t hide it sets me on edge.

All the blood rushes to my cock and my pulse goes into overdrive.

All my life, I have had the ability to control my breath, my pulse, my blood pressure, the expression in my face, and even my body language. I give away nothing.

Except when it comes to her.

She lays flat, raising her arms over her head and crosses them at her wrists. Her chin lifts in confidence, silently showing me how badly she wants this.

My grasp tightens around the soft fabric as it moves between my fingers. Pressing my knee into the top of the mattress, her body dips toward me as I lean over her. I can feel the heat of her body radiate against mine.

I pull the rope through the strap I placed at the top of the bed, then pull the loops over her hands, tightening them around her wrists.

I tug on the middle, testing the movement. They are tight enough to keep them in place, but loose enough to give her space to move.

As I back away, I trail my mouth down the crease of her jaw, the column of her neck, and over the lines of her collarbone.

My tongue caresses down her breastbone and over the skin of her breasts, before my lips wrap around her taut nipple and suck before nibbling on the peak.

She gasps, moaning, her chest arching into my touch.

“You’re so sensitive.” I continue to kiss my way down her torso and belly button until I’m hovering over her pussy. My hot breath is probably cool against the warmth I feel radiating from it. I squeeze my lips together, blowing on the sensitive bud.

“Oh, Jesus,” she mewls, begging for more.

I stay hovering over her naked body, trailing my fingertips over the sensitive parts of her inner thighs, avoiding touching her in any place that I know she needs.

“More, please,” she says, arching her body off the bed.

I stick out my tongue, staring up at her. If she wants it, she can take it.

Her eyes saucer when she looks down. Her lips part when she lifts her hips, pressing her clit on the tip of my tongue as she bucks her hips back and forth.

“Oh, God.” She tosses her head back, but keeps the rhythm of her hips, aligning her clit in perfect symmetry with my tongue.

Her moans grow louder and I continue watching my gorgeous muse, move her body desperately, then grow frustrated, knowing she’ll never get what she needs unless I allow it.

“Seamus…” Her voice is needy in my ears and goes straight to my cock as I pump my hips into the side of the bed.

I reluctantly push myself off the bed and grab her favorite pink vibrator.

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