Page 76 of Daring in a Blue Dress
Her eyes widened. “You think so, too?”
“I didn’t until this evening, but now... aren’t antihistamines and decongestants used in making methamphetamines?”
“I believe so. Now I wish I’d done some medical courses. Should we tell the police?”
“I think,” he said slowly, sliding a hand down her arm. She was clad in a tank top and a pair of knit shorts,and he desperately wanted her naked, and in his arms. Or sitting astride him, telling him just how wonderful he felt. Or beneath him, moaning and writhing. “I think that they might already be thinking along those lines.”
“Good. If Lisa was cooking meth under the hall as well as tried to murder you, then she definitely needs to go to jail.”
He laughed, and pulled her down over his chest so he could kiss her properly. “She’s been here less time than you have, sweetheart. I doubt if she could set up and dismantle a meth lab in that time without us knowing it.”
“Dammit, I hate it when you’re right. Oh well. I guess I’m just going to have to make mad, passionate, wild bunny love to you so that you totally forget I even mentioned that. Oh!”
She slipped out of his embrace, much to his dismay.
He watched her kneel next to a new duffel bag. “And here I was enjoying the idea of mad bunny love. Why have you forsaken me for the charms of a bag, madam?”
She looked up, grinning. “I love it when you talk all ye olde English. I bought something for you in town the last time I was there, and what with all the stuff going on, I forgot to give it to you.”
“What is it?” he asked suspiciously when she did a seductive walk back to the bed, her hands behind her back. “It’s not handcuffs, is it?”
“Of course not,” she said with a little snort of disgust before whipping her hands around to the front. “It’s furry cuffs!”
“That is the same thing as a handcuff.”
“Nope.” She knelt on the bed, and wrapped the leatherand bright pink faux-fur restraint around his wrist. “This is a leather cuff. Handcuffs are made of metal and are hurty. This is nice and soft. And look, I bought yarn to use as a tie, so if you get panicky and freak out, you can break it and be free, although I really hope you don’t, because I think you’ll like this if you give it a chance.”
And that is how Alden found himself, some five minutes later, lying on his back, naked, his hands tied to the headboard, nervously watching Mercy shimmy her way out of her sleeping apparel.
“And just to make sure that you enjoy this...” She reached over the edge of the bed to a nightstand, pulling out a small bottle. “A little love potion of the slick type. I thought we would start the proceedings by me oiling you up and licking you off.”
Just like that, he was hard. It was an instantaneous event.... One moment he was his normal quiescent—although interested—self, and the next, he had a full-on erection.
“Do I need a condom?” he asked, his breath coming a bit short as she poured a little reddish oil into her hands, swishing it around on them.
“I don’t think so. I’m on birth control, and now that we know each other better, it’s not so vital, is it?”
“No. Definitely not. Absolutely not. We’re good there.”
She grinned, and leaned over to kiss him. “You’re babbling, my love.”
“I know. I can’t help it. Are you going to use that oil, or just sit there holding it all night?”
“Anticipatory? That’s part of the fun of having your hands tied. Now, let’s see if you like this....”
He liked it. He liked it very much, something he told her repeatedly as she rubbed the oil into his penis, her hands like fire, leaving little oily streaks that warmed on his flesh. She used her hands and mouth on him, causing him to thrash around on the bed, his entire body now an erogenous zone.
“This is exquisite torture,” he gasped at one point, when she was rubbing her breasts across his penis. “I want to make you stop, but at the same time, I never want it to end.”
“I told you it would be good,” she said, looking up. “It’s the feeling of being helpless. Normally, I don’t like that in sexual play, because, as a woman, we’re almost always in the submissive role, but I have to say that the idea of having you run amok on me is enough that I want to ride you like a two-bit camel.”
“Ride me,” he begged, his hips thrusting upward when her hands did a slippery dance along his length. “Please god, if you have any mercy in your soul, ride me hard and ride me long.”
“Well, as you begged...”
“I did! I begged! I’ll do it again if you want!”
“Then I guess I can give in to both our desires.” She positioned herself with her knees around his hips, rubbing the very tip of him against her womanly parts. He bucked upward, making her eyes widen when he entered her just a little bit. Without another word, she sank down on him, causing them both to moan in pleasure.
