Page 29 of Untangled
“God, you’re so pretty,” he says before opening my legs, bringing two fingers to my entrance to wet them and dragging them up to my clit. As much as I wanted to be blindfolded, my hairs stand on end being able to look down and watch him play like this. His dark eyes are hooded, his lips drawn thin in concentration as he watches those fingers plungeinside me. The sudden pressure makes my back arch, and with the extension, my wrists tug at the ties.
Oh.
Yes.
Yes.
“Mmm hmm, you like it, baby?” Daniel says as he brings that same hand to sweep my hair away. With the other, he gently lifts my head and places a tie underneath. Wrapping it across my eyes, he doubles it over and then rests my head back to hold it in place. “This’ll have to do for tonight. You’re going to have to stay still.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, and I mean that I’ll be sure to behave, but with the ties and the blindfold and Daniel controlling my body, it comes out submissive. Based on his grunt and the way I can feel his cock bob against my thigh, he likes it.
With my eyes covered and my hands tied, I’m down two senses with three remarkably heightened. A breeze whispers against my skin every time he moves. The pull of his hand against his shaft—skin on skin, once, twice—is audible. I hear the shuffling of him between my legs, feel the warmth of his breath against my core and then the hot, hot slide of his tongue between my lips.
“Shit!” I exclaim.
“Baby, we’re just getting started,” he replies, and his laugh tickles my bare flesh. Then it’s slow, lingering licks up my center, hard sucks at the apex, the occasional bite to the softness of my inner thighs. He stretches up to grip my breasts,and I imagine him in child’s pose, relaxing himself by filling my negative space.
This is something I didn’t expect tonight—without a destination for my hands or eyes, I’m trapped in my brain. There are only two choices: attend to my racing thoughts, or bring all of my focus to the sensations this man is creating for me. The second option is the only way forward.
Daniel continues carrying me up a slow ascent, meticulous in his attention to the parts of me that are throbbing for him. He tweaks my nipples, then slips a hand down my body to join his mouth, letting his fingers work my entrance while his tongue flicks at my clit. I can see us in my mind’s eye, me naked and restrained, tugging at my ties, Daniel pumping into me and sucking at my clit until I’m trembling. It’s not long before my chest is heaving and I’m just inches from the summit and I can almost taste the relief on my tongue…when he stops.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I plead, and I know it’s not fair because I said he could do what he wants tonight but I didn’t meanthis. This is torture.
“I think you mean, what am Inotdoing,” he replies with slippery sincerity that makes me want to strangle him. But of course, I can’t.
Instead, I hear his knees crack—or maybe it’s his ankles?—as he changes position. Then, in one smooth motion, he wraps his hands around my calves and lifts them to his shoulders. My hips tilt in response, lifting slightly off the floor. He runshis cock between my lips to wet it, and I whimper when the head makes contact with my swollen clit.
“All day, I thought about what I’d do tonight. I always knew I’d taste you—that was a given. But after that? Would I have you return the favor? Hover over you to suck me off?” He pushes forward, bending me in half with my legs nearly over my head until his cock touches my lips. I lick our combined arousal from his tip. He releases a guttural groan that vibrates against my thighs.
“But then I realized,” he says, as he leans back and gives relief to the burning stretch in my hamstrings, “that what I wanted most of all was to fill you up, knowing that anyone who walks by will know that you’remine.”
He brings his hands to the soft flesh of my hips and presses his fingertips there, stilling me. God, I need him inside of me. I need him to move. I need, I need, I need.
“Whose is this pussy, baby?” he asks, dragging his cock up and down the length of my pussy, getting so close to where I want him before retreating.
“Yours, it’s yours,” I stammer. I swear I can feel him nod.
Finally, he nudges his tip into my entrance and for a moment I’m washed in relief until the pulsing want threatens to swallow me whole as he lingers there, just an inch inside.
“Please, Daniel, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me. Stretch me, fill me, use me, just don’t fucking stop,” I reply. The words sound foreign to my ears; they come out in my voice but with someone else’s bravado.
He leans down, again taking my legs with him and pushing them to my chest, to whisper, “That’s my girl,” before pushing inside. The slow, taunting, give-and-take of before is gone.
Now he’s just giving.
After seating himself in my body, he uses my hips to slide me up and down his shaft. The drag of him against my inner walls, the sliding of my bare back against my nubby robe, the wet squelch of our bodies when he drives into me, the smell of sweat and sex makes me weak. It’s all-consuming, like the world is spinning and the only anchor point is where we’re joined.
“You feel so good, baby. So tight. I love watching you take me like this,” he says, pulling out. “I love watching you stretch around my cock,” he says, pushing in. “Watching me disappear into you. It’s so,”
thrust,
“fucking,”
thrust,
