She did as he bade and waited for further instruction.
“Lower the chaise completely and remove your shirt for me.”
Her blood began to pump faster as soon as she was naked. But she didn’t feel bare, or exposed, just anxious for his touch.
“Your skin glows. You like being out here, naked in my garden, waiting for me, knowing I’m as drawn to you as the bees are drawn to the brightest, sweetest blooms.”
Hearing the scrape of his bare feet across the cement as he erased the distance between them, Amery felt her stomach pitch.
“I can smell that honey you’re making just for me. A full bouquet that’s sweet and creamy on my tongue.”
How could just his words turn her on this much? She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.
“No cheating. I will take you there.”
She opened her eyes. Ronin was less than a foot away, and his eyes were molten. Hungry. Assessing. He still wore his gi.
He touched her then. A single fingertip down the center of her body, from the hollow of her throat to the rise of her pubic bone. “Yes, I came here straight from class because I couldn’t stay away from you another moment.”
“Ronin—”
He placed his fingers over her mouth. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded.
“Drop your hands to the ground. Palms flat, press the inside of your arms against the support posts of the chaise.”
Amery had to scoot down to stretch out her shoulders.
“Good. Now stay still.” Ronin dropped to his knees. His hard-skinned hands caressed her forearm, from the bend in her elbow to her wrist. Goose bumps spread across the right side of her body from that simple touch.
The long strings from the chaise cushions tickled as he untied them. Then she felt the ties crisscrossing her forearm as he tied her to the support post. It didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t move. Then he switched sides and secured her other arm. His hands followed the length of her arms up to her shoulders and down to her br**sts.
“You okay? Not cutting into you?”
“Not unless I move.”
Ronin stood and straddled the chair. “Then you’d better hold still, hadn’t you?”
“What do you plan to do to me?”
He drew lazy circles around her ni**les. “Anything I want.”
Amery’s mouth dried at seeing the heat in his eyes.
More lazy circles. “Does that scare you?” He leaned forward and curled his tongue around her nipple. “Or excite you?”
Her nipple puckered into a rigid point. She wanted more of his touch, his mouth, more of him.
“Answer me,” he said in that velvet rasp, sending his warm breath across the nipple he’d wet with his mouth.
“It excites me.” She felt him smile against the lower curve of her breast.
He suckled her ni**les long enough to make her squirm and arch up. Then he pushed upright.
Amery watched as he unknotted the embroidered black belt he wore with his gi. When he snapped the ends together, a loud pop echoed.
“I want my mouth on you. I want to lick and suck your pu**y until your honey pours down my throat. I don’t want to miss a single, f**king drop.” Ronin dragged his middle finger up her slit and popped the digit into his mouth. “Mmm. But with the way you wiggle . . .” He snapped the belt together again. “I’d better make sure you can’t get away from me.” He pushed the bottom of the cushion up so it raised her pelvis. Then he placed her heels on the edge of the chair, which in turn spread her knees wide. “Such a pretty, wet cunt.”
Whenever Ronin said such blatantly sexual things, she blushed from the roots of her hair to her toenails. He looped his belt beneath the underside of the chair and brought the ends up to tie a knot directly over her belly button.
With the cushion lodged under her butt, her midsection secured, and her arms immobilized, Amery was completely at his mercy.
“Every part of you is mine to touch.” He put his mouth on the inside of her knee and sucked. “Mine to taste.” He swept his fingers alongside the edge of his belt tying her to the chair. “Mine to tease.”
When he settled himself on the end of the chaise, Amery knew why he’d pushed up the cushion; it put her pu**y at his mouth level. A wave of want nearly swamped her.
“You’re always speaking of balance. Let’s see if you can keep your balance when I’m doing this.” He licked her from the opening of her pu**y to her clit.
She tried to arch up to meet his mouth, but if she moved her lower half, her heels slid off the chair.
His mean little chuckle was unnecessary.
“Did you think of me today, Amery?”
“Yes.”
“When you thought of me did you imagine my tongue licking you from the inside out? Like this?” He burrowed his tongue into her channel.
She released a long moan.
When he came up for air, he eased back and nibbled the inside of her thighs until her legs quivered. His hands skated up the tops of her legs, pausing to squeeze her hips, and up farther yet to span her rib cage. “Breathe. If you pass out I might get a swelled head that I made you come so hard you lost consciousness.”
Amery sucked in a deep, slow breath.
While she did that Ronin licked her clit. Then softly kissed her intimate flesh. A tender swirl of his tongue followed by gentle sucking. Kissing and exploring her pu**y in the same unyielding way as when he first kissed her mouth.
And she got that same dizzying sensation—except it seemed more acute. She didn’t have to push and move to get to that sweet spot where she unraveled; she knew it was coming. The buzz started behind her tailbone and spread upward. Making her belly muscles quiver, her ni**les hard. She didn’t stiffen up; she just let Ronin coax her to the detonation point. She hovered on the brink as he lit the match.