Page 57 of Sunshine
“Shush, Sunshine, I’m checking out your luscious tits.”
She breathes heavily as I shove the material away from her full, naked, breasts. Licking her bottom lip, Tessa closes her eyes. I cup her breasts, admiring their weight and softness. The stiff peaks—so pink and tight, beg to be tasted, but I don’t even touch them.
“Gorgeous.Absofuckinluteperfection.” Leaning down, I give each one a wet kiss and gentle bite, massaging them. She pushes them out and I know what she wants, but I avoid hernipples, kissing and licking everywhere else until she’s panting in frustration.
Glancing up at her, I ask, “What’s the matter, your highness?”
Tessa’s eyes flare and she curls her lip, a snarl ready to burst free, but at the last second, her lips form a controlled smile instead.
“Nothing. I’m sure you’ll find the right spot eventually. I mean even a newborn can find the nipple.”
I laugh, her attitude thrilling me. She’s so fucking sexy. “In a hurry? Got something else to do? I know it can’t be teatime. Maybe you just need me to rush before you change your mind and realize you can’t handle me.”
She laughs, her head tipping back as far as the cupboard will allow and when she’s no longer paying attention to what I’m doing, I get to work, finally tasting and sucking her nipples until they’re diamond-hard and glistening.
Swallowing her laughter, she arches, pushing her breasts against my mouth for more. I pop off, a crooked smile on my mouth as she tries to find her bearings. I kiss her again before she does, and my callused thumb works one nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers.
Stepping back, I admire her breasts, round, tips tight, with a slight upward point. She pushes out her chest again for my eyes, licking her lips.
“Don’t stop now, biker.” Although her flushed cheeks and swollen mouth beg for my return, it’s those spitfire eyes that challenge me and drag me back. Despite her tough words, there’s more than a hint of vulnerability in them, like I’ve broken down some walls.
“I’m not stopping, Sunshine. Not until you’re begging. But go ahead, keep talking like you’re in charge.” I wink at her. “Let’s see where that gets you.”
“Have you run through all your moves already? Stalling now until you think of something? I’m starting to think that big cock of yours is just decoration.” She rolls her eyes. “Oh, pleaseis the only kind of begging you’ll hear from me.”
I laugh. It’s a little dark and maniacal but mostly I’m just amused. This woman is… something—exciting, saucy, brave, maddening. She’s everything I love. And I want to tame her so badly. “Oh, you’ll beg. And trust me…” I look down at my dick. “This is a hell of a lot more than decoration.”
Remembering the clothespins, I pull the drawer open and grab a few, tossing them on the counter. They’re old, the wood grey from weather and wear, the spring clamps aren’t rusted but not likely not what they used to be. I test them on my pinky. They’re perfect.
I’m not ready to push Tessa too far. It’s clear this is all new to her, not just the foreplay but the kink and mind-fuckery. Oh, but she’s up for it, that much is written in every hot moan, every smoldering stare, every challenge she offers me with that stubborn smile.
“Maybe this will cure the sass and help you understand which one of us is running the show.” I run my tongue over her nipple, wetting it, watching it get tight again. Showing Tessa the clothespin, I smile but watch for her reaction. She’s curious, I can see it in her eyes. Her face shows nothing but her wall of boredom but that’s all part of her ploy.
Tugging her nipple, I pinch it between my fingers before clipping the clothes peg on. She draws in a quick breath. “How’s that, Sunshine?”
“Fine.” Her cheeks pink up a little so I know it’s more than fine. I give her a half-smile then suck the other nipple into my mouth, blowing on it when I pop off. She hisses a little when I give that one a sharp tug and clip it, too.
“These will have to be punishment enough for now.” I flick the pegs, and she winces. “I can’t spank that sexy ass again with you all trussed up, now can I? I could edge you, but I want so badly to see you come undone again that I’d be torturing myself more.” I shrug. “So, clothespins it is. The real fun is when they come off though. When the blood rushes back.”
She swallows hard but says nothing and her sudden silence heats me up so I kiss her. When she leans forward to deepen the kiss the clothespins scrape across my chest, hitting my nipple ring and she stops kissing me to gasp. I chuckle against her lips.
“I should pin that clit of yours too…”
“No.” She shakes her head, eyes wide.
I cock a brow at her. “Let me finish before you shake your head. Yeah?”
“All right. Continue.” Her words, likely meant to be bossy and upper-handed, come out gaspy and desperate.
“What I was going to say is, I don’t want anything touching your clit but me.”
Her throat works, and then, biting her lip, she nods. “Yes. Yes, I like that.”
I smirk. “If the clamps make you this agreeable, I wonder what a plug would do.”
Tessa pales a little. “A plug?”
I chuckle darkly. Lowering, I pull her ass to the edge of the counter. “Don’t worry Sunshine, we’re taking baby steps.” I take a moment to admire her long smooth legs. Running my hands up them both, I watch her shiver.
