"Cole—"
"Shh." He spreads my thighs wider. "Let me."
The first touch of his tongue makes me jerk against the ropes. The silk holds without restraining, just present, a constant pressure while his mouth works me open.
"Oh god."
He licks into me slowly, savoring, with long strokes that build heat without giving relief. When I try to lift my hips to chase more pressure, his hand presses flat against the rope at my belly and holds me there. My clit throbs, neglected, and my inner walls clench around nothing.
His palms press my thighs wider and then slide up to my hips, easing me back against the mattress. My shoulders hit the pillow and the rope shifts, tighter across my ribs and looser at my waist. A different kind of held.
"You wanted to let go." His breath hot against my pussy. "So let go. Stop trying to control it."
"I can't—"
"You can." Two fingers slide inside me and curl, and my vision sparks. "You're wrapped in rope that's holding you together. You don't have to hold yourself."
The silk is doing the work my muscles usually do, keeping me contained and keeping me safe. I don't have to clench against falling apart because the rope won't let me.
I stop fighting.
My body goes loose against the mattress. His fingers thrust and curl while his tongue circles my clit, and I just feel. Every nerve lit up, every sensation magnified because I'm not spendingenergy on control. My thighs tremble and heat coils tighter and tighter at the base of my spine.
"That's it." His voice vibrates against me. "That's my girl."
The orgasm builds slow and devastating, something that starts in my pussy and radiates outward in waves.
"Cole, I'm going to—"
He pulls back.
No!
"Not yet."
"Please—"
"I said." He rises over me, positioning himself at my entrance. "Not. Yet."
The head of his cock presses against me with enough pressure to feel but not enough to satisfy. I'm so wet I can feel it slicking my thighs.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me." The words come out shattered. "I want to come with you inside me. I want to feel you for days. Please, Cole, I need —"
He thrusts home in one stroke.
I shatter.
My back arches off the bed with the rope pressing everywhere, and I'm coming so hard my vision whites out.
He doesn't stop. He keeps moving, fucking me through the orgasm while it rolls on and on. His hand grips one of the horizontal segments of rope across my ribs and uses it as leverage to pull me onto him with each thrust. The diamonds shift and press with every movement, the silk adding friction against my sensitized skin.
"Kirei." The Japanese spills out of him. "Kanpeki.Fuck, you're perfect —"
His rhythm goes ragged. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders and pull him deeper. My nailsrake down his back, and I feel him shudder and hear his breath hitch.
"Again." His hand finds where we're joined, thumb pressing my clit. "Give me another one."