Page 55 of Champagne & Handcuffs
Feeling his tongue run up my stomach and around my nipples was causing more than just my skin to get excited. I was feeling everything between my legs, and I wanted him there. As though he could read my mind, Seth poured more champagne lower …
And lower …
And lower …
And then his mouth was between my legs, and he didn’t stop until I was coming. “You want me to handcuff you now?” Seth asked as he moved up my body to give me a quick kiss.
I looked up into his stormy green eyes and nodded while biting my lower lip. I’d never been handcuffed or any sort of bondage. I’d only ever fantasied it with Seth as the one doing it to me.
Seth went to his bag, unzipped it, and pulled out his silver handcuffs. “There are no bars on the headboard, so cuffing you to the bed is out of the picture.” I tilted my head back and looked at the headboard. He was right. “So, baby,” Seth stalked toward me again, “do you want to touch me while I fuck you or not?”
Might as well get the full effect. “Not.” I shook my head and watched as he unlocked them.
He smirked. “Then, hands behind your back.”
I flipped over and put my hands behind my back feeling as though I’d just been a bad girl and he was arresting me. “You ever done this before?” I asked because I was curious, though the moment the question fell from my lips, I regretted it. Just thinking about it made me jealous.
“Done what?” he asked, as he locked the first cuff in place on my wrist. “Cuff someone?”
“I mean in bed.” Obviously, he’d cuffed someone before. He was a police officer after all.
The second cuff clicked into place. “Nope. Only on duty.” My body relaxed even though I hadn’t known I’d tensed waiting for his answer. “But I have to say that seeing you naked at my mercy is making me rock fucking hard.”
Wetness pooled between my legs at the vision he was painting. I was still feeling good after he brought me to orgasm by his tongue, and when he spread my legs and ran his fingers up my slit, my hips rose off the bed asking to be fucked. I was ready for more, so much more of him.
“Christ, baby.”
My eyes closed and I moaned at the feel of his fingers running through me. Then his hand left me, and the bed dipped from his weight. I sucked in a breath when the tip of his cock nudged my opening. How was I going to make it a week or two without this happening daily? In twenty-four hours, my feelings for Seth were stronger than they had ever been. When I thought it was only a crush on the older friend, I would count down the days until he’d fly into town. Those summers were the best days of my life. Now that we were older—making new memories—talking about forever—I was head over heels again.
Seth raised my hips slightly and then slid into me inch by delicious inch. I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t touch myself to increase any pleasure. It was all on Seth, and I had no doubt that he was going to deliver. His hips rocked into me, and with each thrust I let out a moan, each drive hitting that one spot most men could never find. Over and over the tip of his cock rubbed into it, sending a wave of pleasure through me. His pace quickened, then he slowed and pulled out slightly then back in. Even with the reduced speed of his shaft, it still hit that spot. I knew I was getting close, to the point that I itched to grab my nipple. But I couldn’t. My hands were bound, and all I could do was rest my hands on my ass cheeks and enjoy the ride Seth had me on.
Before I knew it, he turned me onto my side and hooked my leg around his hip. His thrusts picked up again, my breast bounced, and my nipples called my name. It didn’t matter that the handcuffs were cutting into my wrists. The pain only intensified the desire inside of me.
“Yes!” I cried out.
Seth groaned and pulled slightly on my arms, bowing me backward. “Fuck, baby.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. God, it felt good. So fucking good.
He reached up and grabbed my nipple. I cried out again, my body jolting as the orgasm tore through me. Seth slowed and then picked up his pace again, following me over the cliff.
He unlocked the handcuffs, freeing my wrists, and then slid up my slickened body as I turned onto my back. “You want to soak in the Jacuzzi before round two?”
I smiled knowing that we’d do more than just soak in the sunken tub.
The next morningI woke up sore. I hadn’t had this much sex in well, ever. Of course, as soon as we woke, we had another round. Then we ordered breakfast and ate in bed.
My trip to Vegas had turned into the best time of my life. Except now it was over, and any minute I had to get into a cab and go to the airport for my long flight home followed by days or even weeks without seeing or talking to Seth.
“I’ll call you as soon as the case is over.”
I nodded against Seth’s chest. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, Kitty Cat.”
I pulled back and looked into his green eyes. “Be safe, okay?”
“Always. And plus, I have the best partner.”
