Still breathless, I pant, "More?"
"Yes, more," he rasps. "Surely you realize we aren't close to being done here? Not until I give you more pleasure than you've ever felt in your life. That's part of what comes with being with me," he adds.
I allow myself a lazy smile. I've done it now. Found a man who wants to take care of me in more ways than one. Someone who enjoys going down on me and is clearly very good at it. It's like winning the lottery of men and tongues. I take a deep breath, letting my body reset while I wonder what he has planned next.
He gently attaches restraints to my wrists and ankles and carries me to the bedroom, where he secures them to the four corners of the bed. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I've been tied up before, but never like this. With the expert restraints and the juxtaposition of gentleness and care with the hardness of a man who knows exactly what he wants.
My breath catches as he trails feather-light kisses down my neck, his tongue flicking at my pulse points, sending shivers racing down my spine.
His lips brush my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet heat that makes my toes curl and my pussy clench, and I arch my back towards him, craving more.
He chuckles, low and delighted, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me. "So impatient," he teases, swirling his tongue around my nipple before sinking his teeth into the hardened peak.
I moan, "Gerald," as sensations of pleasure shoot from my nipple straight to my core, my thighs squirming in pleasant protest. My back arches even more, my hips bucking against the bed in search of friction, my ankles and wrists tugging against the restraints.
I still can't quite believe this is happening. This handsome, wealthy man, focused one hundred percent on me and my pleasure.
He continues his sensual onslaught, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he makes his way down my stomach. My heart pounds in my chest, my breathing ragged as he once again nears my center.
"Please," I beg, not caring about any pretense of composure. "I need you now." Part of me wants him to go ahead and eat my pussy all day, but there's a larger part of me that craves having him inside me. I want him to fuck me, right now.
He looks up, his eyes dark with lust and something else I can't quite decipher. With one swift motion, he frees himself from his pants and positions himself at my entrance. He stares into my eyes, his handsome face etched with the same want and need I feel.
"I've wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you," he growls, before plunging into me, filling me completely, his every thrust a testament to his need and desire.
And as our bodies become one, as the world around us dissolves into nothing but gasps and moans and the rhythm of our aching hearts, I know that this isn't just some one-time rendezvous.
This is the start of something... more.
As if reading my mind, he pants into my ear as he continues to thrust his rock-hard girth into my drenched pussy. "This is just the beginning, my love. I'm going to worship you every day for the rest of our lives, because you are my queen and you deserve nothing less."
His words add to the pleasureful sensations that race through my body. I cling to him like my life depends on it, my nails digging into his back as he pounds into me with a primal intensity that both thrills and terrifies me. This man has unlocked something inside me that I'd thought long dead.
He grips my hips, my body on fire as he moves above me, my wetness coating his hard length. "Tell me you like it rough," he growls, his voice a low rasp I barely recognize.
"Yes, I love it rough," I moan, my eyes clouded with lust and desire, and that's all the invitation he needs.
Untying my restraints with expert efficiency, he flips me onto my stomach, lifting my ass into the air.
I gasp as he plunges into me from behind in one swift motion, burying himself in my pussy. He's like a man consumed, as if every fiber of his being is on fire for me. With each thrust, he seems to lose himself more and more in my tight heat.
I respond by clenching myself around his cock like a vice grip.
As if the universe approves of our union, another orgasm rips through me. At the same time, I feel Gerald's body tense and he shudders as his own orgasm grips his body. His moans entwine with my cries as pleasure shudders through both of us, my pussy clenching tightly onto his cock as he pumps his seed deep inside me.
I know in this instant that my life will never be the same. He's everything I longed for, yearned for, and the chemistry between us is even more intense than I could ever have imagined.
He slides out of me and I turn over and reposition myself on the pillow next to him, tucked into his side. As we lay there, catching our breath, our limbs entangled in the aftermath, I know I'm in deep trouble. Of the best kind. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrifies me.
But for now, I don't care. I'm just lost in the warmth and hardness of his body, the feel of his skin against mine, and the way our bodies fit together like missing puzzle pieces.
"I'd do anything to keep you close. This is something that can't be faked, can't be manufactured," he whispers. "We're the real deal. Meant to be together, just like this."
I nod and smile lazily, feeling deeply relaxed, all my stresses melted away if only for this moment.
"And don't you even begin to think we're done, little lamb," he smiles back at me. "We're just getting started. I'm far from finished with you yet."
"You're insatiable," I breathe, turning so my back presses against his chest as we lay tangled in the sheets. Our bodies are still slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in tandem.