She tensed, her face creased in near pain as she held still, only her fingers fluttering lightly as she coaxed herself down from the intensity of her release. Then she sagged forward, laying her head on his chest as she sucked in mouthfuls of air.
His heart pounded against her ear, and he was breathing nearly as hard as she was.
"Get the condom on," he said through gritted teeth. "Please, Julie, I'm not going to last whether I'm inside you or out."
She dragged herself upward, her body still sparking from her orgasm. She snagged one of the condoms and ripped it open with trembling fingers. Then she hiked one leg so she could move back.
His cock was full and straining, the head dark as the skin stretched tight. He was ready all right.
Carefully she rolled the condom down his length, avoiding too much pressure. Already a thin trickle of semen had moistened the crown. He was so close to bursting.
"You ready for me to mount up?" she asked softly.
His green eyes flashed dangerously, sending a shiver straight down her spine.
"Take me. Ride me hard, Julie. Don't let up."
She grasped his cock and raised her leg so she could position him appropriately. The blunt head nudged against her swollen pussy, and they both uttered sounds of agony.
Then he slipped inside, filling and stretching her. She paused for a moment with him only halfway inside, relishing the feel of this solid male tucked into her so intimately.
"Finish it," he said in a hiss.
"Beg," she taunted.
"Honey, if I could, I'd be on my knees. Fuck me. Make me yours."
She lowered herself onto him, taking him deep. His possession took them both by surprise. Her instant reaction was to place her hands on his belly to ease some of the pressure. Her gasp of shock mingled with his moan of sheer ecstasy.
"Jesus, you're big," she gritted out.
"Not too big. Not for you, sweetheart. Take me. Show me how well we fit."
"You're going to kill me," she groaned.
"And you said you were going to kill me."
Cautiously, she rose, allowing him to ease out of her a few inches. When she was sure she could take him, she followed back down, taking all of him this time.
"Ah hell, honey, move. Please. Ride me."
Bracing herself on his hard abdomen, she began a sensuous ride that, though designed to make him crazy, already had her climbing toward another orgasm.
"Harder," he urged.
With a cry she let loose and began to buck up and down, the slap of her ass meeting his thighs filling the room, mingling with their sighs and groans.
He pulled futilely against the cuffs, his hands flexing as though he wanted nothing more than to grab her ass and ride her as hard as she rode him.
"Oh God, Nathan, I'm going to come again," she panted.
His smile of satisfaction was brief and then he threw his head back, arching his hips into her thrusts.
"Me too, honey. Me too. Ah shit."
Her movements became frenzied as she rode him hard and fast, grinding her ass against his thighs. She lifted until she was nearly free of him and slammed back down, sending shockwaves over them both.
His agonized groan split the air just as her own world shattered into a million colorful pieces. She slowed when he flinched below her, taking a more tender pace as she milked the last of his release.
As she'd done before, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the frantic pace of his heart.
"That had to be what they had in mind when they thought up the word earth-shattering," Nathan said in a husky, passion-laced voice.
"Mmmm."
He chuckled. "So who killed who, wench?"
"Mmmm."
She lay there a few more moments but stirred when she remembered the condom. With a regretful sigh she eased off him then reached to tug the latex free. After making a trip to the trash can, she padded back to the bed ready to curl up on top of him again, but he gave her a pained look.
"Uh, Julie? I need to pee."
She flushed. Of course he did. She'd woken him up and jumped him. He was probably about to pop.
With a frown she studied how he was laid out on the bed. "If I free your left hand, the right is close enough to the side that you could stand up beside the bed. I could get you a pan."
Nathan's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious? Have you lost your mind?"
"I can't let you go!" she protested.
He rattled the cuffs and scowled at her. "Julie, it was a fun game, but for God's sake let's be reasonable. You can't keep me locked up here all day."
"No? I thought it would be kind of fun."
Nathan sighed. "You're serious, aren't you?"
She nodded.
He closed his eyes then reopened them to stare at her. "Tell you what. You let me out so I can go pee, preferably in private, and I promise you I'll come back so you can recuff me."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" she muttered. "You'd probably just cuff me."
"Not that it isn't a highly tempting idea, but I promise you that I'll come back so you can continue to have your wicked way with me."
She was an idiot to be sucked in by that charming, beguiling, wheedling smile, but she would be pissed if he tried to make her pee into some pan by the bed. And he had been nice and understanding the night before when he'd taken her to the bathroom. She sighed. "Okay, but if you break your word I swear I'll knee you in the balls so hard you won't be able to get it up for a week."
He winced. "Damn, woman. You're bloodthirsty."
She retrieved the keys from her dresser and unlocked the cuffs, freeing his hands. He pulled them to his chest and rubbed his wrists.
"Do they hurt?" she asked with a frown. She hadn't considered that it might be painful for him.
"Nah, they're fine."
He moved so fast that one minute she was kneeling on the bed beside him and the next she was in his arms, his body over hers, his lips devouring her mouth.
Oh, but the man could kiss.
"I thought we had a deal," she whispered against his mouth.
"I said nothing about kissing you senseless before I go take a piss," he said before taking her mouth again.
Chapter 30
He was crazy for agreeing to this. What self-respecting man allowed a woman to handcuff him to the bed and keep him there as her boy toy?
He grinned even as he walked back out of the bathroom. When it came to Julie, he had no pride. The woman was just it for him.
The thought came as a surprise to him. It? Like it, it? As in forsaking all others and that kind of bullshit?
Whoa. That was some scary shit. But in an equally scary way it made sense. Every since he'd first laid eyes on Julie, all other women had ceased to exist for him.
He'd been attracted to plenty of women in his life. But never before had he experienced an all encompassing, total obsession with a woman. It wasn't a comfortable feeling at all. Anyone who said love was all hearts and roses and warm, gushy feelings clearly hadn't fallen for Julie.
Ah shit. He'd gone and said it now. Or thought it. He was in love with her.
"You look like a boy who just lost his best friend," Julie said.
He looked up to see her sitting on the bed, holding the handcuffs. For a moment he considered bargaining with her or just out and out reneging, but there was something soft and warm in her eyes. Trust. And maybe something else as well. He was a guy, and guys weren't that good at figuring out woman stuff, but he had a feeling if he backed out now, she'd never let him within six feet of her again. For whatever reason, she was determined to have him at her every whim and mercy, and personally, he could think of worse ways to spend his day than being loved by a gorgeous woman.
He spread his hands out in supplication. "I'm all yours, honey."
She stood, smiling, her plump derriere shaking with just the amount of jiggle that made his mouth water. Then her eyes widened when she saw his cock already standing at attention. Traitorous little bastard. Or maybe not so little, according to Julie. He wasn't above preening a bit that his woman thought he was stacked. It wasn't like he pulled it out to regularly to compare with guys at the gym. If she thought he was impressive then he'd be happy to impress the hell out of her.
When she motioned to the bed, he obediently took position, even offering his wrists up to her so she could cuff him to the headboard. Talk about a man assisting in his own demise.
"Tell me something, Nathan," she said as she secured the last cuff.
"Anything."
She smiled brilliantly at him, and his gaze wandered down to her full breasts. His mouth watered as he imagined the ripe buds on his tongue. Would he ever get enough of her?
She crawled up over him, arching her back like a sleek cat, her breasts dangling precariously close to his mouth. "What's your fantasy?"
"Hell, I'd say I'm living it. Sans cuffs, of course."
She laughed softly. "How do you want me this time? Do you want my mouth? My pussy? My . . . ass?"
"Yes, yes and yes," he growled.
"Did you like fucking my ass before . . . with Micah?"
"Can we leave him out of this?"
She smiled again. "I think it's best if we do. But you didn't answer my question."
"Hell, yes, I liked fucking your ass. I've got wood the size of a tree trunk just thinking about it."
She glanced down at his cock that was straining upward to brush her belly. "Yeah, I'd say so."
His entire body was on fire remembering how tight her sweet little ass had felt around his dick
"I want to take you without a condom. Do you have a problem with that?"
His body shuddered underneath hers. "Christ." Did he mind? He was screaming hallelujah, but he also knew this was where he was supposed to exhibit a modicum of common sense. Clearly no decisions should ever be made when a beautiful naked woman was sitting astride you.
"You're safe with me," he gritted out. "Never not used a condom. You?"
He hoped to hell she wouldn't be offended by his asking. Some women got all huffy, as if you questioning their history made them flaming whores or something.
"Nope. Well, once, but I was in a committed relationship." A flash of pain shone briefly in her eyes but was chased away as soon as it arrived. "It was a few years ago. I've been tested since then."
"Birth control?"
She looked puzzled by his question. But then they had been talking about anal sex.
"I ask because I'd give my left nut if you'd let me have that sweet little pussy of yours bareback just once, a few seconds, but given how excited I am at the prospect, I wouldn't want you to do it unless you were protected against pregnancy, if you know what I mean."
She laughed, shaking against his belly. Then she leaned down and kissed him. "If you come, that means I have to start all over again, and it means you have to stay in those cuffs longer."
He grunted. "That's not exactly an incentive not to blow my load as soon as I get inside you."
Grinning, she sat back and reached down with both hands to circle his dick. He shuddered and closed his eyes. When she rose above him, he forced his eyes open again, wanting to see himself disappear into her tight sheath.
The head nudged her entrance and he clenched his fists with the effort it took not to surge upward and bury himself in her satiny warmth.
Instead he let her dictate the pace, and God almighty it cost him. He was going to lose his mind before this was over with.
He watched in fascination as a host of reactions crossed her face. She sank lower, taking more of him, biting her lips with extreme concentration. Was it as mind-bending for her as it was for him?
For a moment he simply marveled in the exotic feel of her swollen tissues clasping tightly around him, sucking him deeper. He'd never look at condoms quite the same way again.
Up and down, slowly and gently, as if she knew just how close he was to erupting. She controlled the pace, never allowing him to go too far over the edge. The woman was a goddess. The women in his past? All girls. This ... this was a woman who knew how to please a man. And man did she look beautiful doing it.
She closed around him again, taking him as deep as she could and then she rested there, allowing him to remain buried inside her.
"Oh hell," he whispered when he felt her convulse around him, the tiny muscles in her vagina working him like a vise. "I thought that shit was a myth."
She smiled the warm, sultry smile worthy of the goddess label he'd assigned her. Then to his utter dismay, she rose up, releasing him from her depths. He moaned in disappointment when she got off the bed.
"Be right back. Need to get the KY."
"Hurry," he rasped.
"It'll give you time to come down some," she said with a grin as she stroked him once with her hand.
"Not bloody likely," he muttered.
She returned a moment later with a tube of KY and straddled him again just below his balls. He probably looked utterly ridiculous, cuffed to the bed, flat on his back with his dick waving in the wind like a damn flag. But he could get over it because the way she looked at him told him she saw something else entirely. And that gave him hope.