Page 41 of Tormented Bastard
I pulled gently on the silk. “Is this okay?”
She nodded and shifted on the bed. I’d done little more than caress her soft, smooth skin and yet the air was so thick with sexual anticipation, I could barely breathe.
Judging by the flush of her skin and the restless leg movements, Eden was as turned on as I was.
I backed off the bed and opened the drawer to the nightstand to grab a condom. Once I got started, I wanted to be ready.
“Chase, lift the blindfold, please.”
I frowned. What had changed her mind? I pushed the tie up her forehead, and her eyes met mine. I lifted a brow because I didn’t see fear in her eyes, only the haze of desire. “You okay?”
She lifted her head slightly. “I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical.” A sexy smile curved her lips. “Until now, that is.”
Was she serious? We hadn’t been together with nothing between us in…too many years to count. But I’d never forgotten how amazing she’d felt around me and how I’d once thought I could die inside her and I’d be okay with it.
I swallowed before I could speak. “I’m clean as well. My physical was last month, and there’s been no one since then.”
The smile on her lips was seductive and full of sin. She dropped her head back to the pillow. “I’m ready now.”
The woman was going to give me a stroke. Or make me come just standing here. I dropped the condom back in the drawer and closed it before sliding the tie back over her eyes.
She let out a long sigh and wiggled a little as though getting comfortable. I moved down to the end of the bed and picked up one of the ties. With the narrow end of it, I used the silk to tease the inside of one thigh. A small moan escaped her, and her legs widened a bit. I drew figure eights down her legs until I reached her ankle, which I tied to the post.
By the time I tied the other ankle, Eden’s breaths became slightly faster.
“Last chance, baby. Do I stop or do I continue?”
“Don’t you dare stop now, Chase Hanover. I’ll kill you.”
“That’s my girl.”
For a moment, I looked down at her from the end of the bed. I had the best vantage point. Eden was a beautiful woman, without doubt, no matter what she wore or how she did her hair. But a completely naked, vulnerable Eden? It nearly undid me. All the flushed, smooth skin, the curves that made a man want to buckle up and cruise them with his hands and his tongue, the high, full breasts that rose and fell with her breaths.
She was a masterpiece, and I wanted nothing more than to devour her. But first, I wanted to give her everything she could handle and then some.
I slid a piece of ice from the bowl and touched her skin just above her ankle with it.
“Oh, shit! That’s cold.” Eden tried to jerk away from it, but the motion only served to tighten the tie and hold her in place.
“Be still, Sunflower.”
Her breathing sped up as I dragged the ice up each leg, a wet line left behind on her skin. I lay on my belly between her legs, and when I came to the apex of her legs—my heaven—I put the ice in my mouth and leaned forward. When my cold tongue touched her clit, she practically shot off the bed.
“Chase!” She panted as my tongue flicked up and down her slit. The ice added an extra layer of desire with the heat of her pussy clashing with the freezing ice. My cock had never been so hard in my life.
The ice was melting quickly, and cold water dribbled down my chin as I continued to lick her. She was so wet, I couldn’t be sure where the water ended and her sweet desire began.
The little nub of nerves hardened under my ministrations, a sure sign that she was close to coming. As I inserted one finger, she arched her back and moaned, tugging against the ties that bound her to the bed. I curved my finger and flicked it slowly deep inside her folds.
Eden murmured incoherently, and I looked up at her. God, the woman was a work of art. Her skin flushed, her curves all on display, her mouth in a perfect O.
“Let go, babe. Come in my mouth.”
“Oh God…”
I dipped another finger into her wetness and kept up the steady rhythm, moving in and out of her body along with alternating between sucking and flicking her clit. I wanted to drive her crazy, push her to that high peak and let her fly.
Her fingers wrapped around the post her wrists were tied to, and she cried out my name. “Chase, I’m going to come…I…” she trailed off into a long, low guttural moan. The walls of her wet heat clenched down on my fingers, and her clit hummed under my tongue as the orgasm took over.
