Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather) Page 9

  “I don’t do explosions like this with just anyone.”

  She cleared her throat. “Good to know.”

  “My sex is periodic. And planned.”

  She grimaced. “That I don’t think I want to know.”

  He curled her close and she felt like liquid fire against him. His cock was twitching, ready to go again. “I want you to. This was terrific and I don’t want you to hear stories in town that ever take that away or change what this is.”

  “Okay,” she said, tentatively. Her smile was small and plastic as she tried to rise. “I’ll chalk this up to a jolly good time.”

  “Not what I meant to imply.” He stopped her with a hand to her wrist. “Let me explain.”

  She frowned and looked away. “Since I’m a captive audience, do it.”

  “I’ve been divorced for nearly twenty years. Never remarried. Never thought about it. Never found anyone I wanted for any length of time. I’ve had regular partners but no one I…valued.”

  She wrinkled her brow. Her gaze darted over his features.

  Doing a rotten job of explaining, Saxon. “In all those years I haven’t been a monk.”

  “That’s not a revelation.” Cool, almost indifferent, she cast a long, appraising glance over his face. “Besides, I doubt many women would let you remain celibate.”

  “Thanks for the compliment.”

  “You’re welcome. It’s true, though, isn’t it?”

  “Very. But for the purpose of being up close and real with you, it’s irrelevant.”

  She stared at him, her brow wrinkled. “How’s that?”

  “Women like me, yes, but—”

  “Oh, gee. How did I guess?”

  “I like you more than anyone in a long time.”

  She sniffed. “Nice. Well, don’t worry. I’m here only for two weeks. One roll in the sack with you will not turn me into a lust-starved female who clubs you and drags you home with her.”

  “I’ve been the Neanderthal here. Willow, I’m being honest with you. I have a lot of sex.”

  “Have? Have? You just bed any broad?”

  “No! I have a…regular.”

  “Regular,” she repeated, as though the word was poison. “A regular what?”

  “Friend.”

  Her eyes rounded. “Friend? Playmate? Partner?”

  He winced. She’d hit the nail on the head. Yet he knew she understood none of his lifestyle.

  She yanked her wrist from his grasp and stood. “I don’t aspire to that category.”

  “Okay.”

  Her eyes widened so that he thought she’d scream in her outrage. He grabbed for her arm. “Listen to me.”

  “No.” She whipped away. Her strong, naked beauty took the breath from his lungs. She was tall. What, six feet? She was bigger than most women. Statuesque was a word invented just for her. But she was honed and beautifully proportioned. And her body bore the marks of their loving. How could he let her go after all that fun? All that passion?

  Snaking out an arm, he caught her as she stepped away from the bed. “Let me explain. Over the years I had quite a few partners.”

  “Bully for you.”

  “Bottom line is, I bet you haven’t. Have you?”

  “No.” Her voice filled with anxiety.

  Why was that? Did she think he needed a woman of great experience? That was farther from the truth. Panicked he’d driven her away he sought words to make himself clear. Honesty too. He hadn’t had a need for either in such a long time. “Willow, I’m trying to tell you that I want you back in this bed again with me. I am not a guy who fucks a woman once and without reason. I’m—” He halted. Afraid to go on. Wasn’t that a kick in the head? He’d never been afraid to say his peace to a woman.

  She stared at him, her gorgeous breasts swaying, her nipples red from his kisses and still pointed at him. The look on her face was pensive and he couldn’t tell what she felt or what she’d say next. He was an idiot.

  She was gathering her pride and stepping backward, a hand out. “You know how to treat a woman right, Wade. I loved every second of what we did here.” She frowned, turning her head so that her long midnight hair draped over one shoulder like a dark curtain, her ruby nipples peaking through to tempt him, tease him, make him want. “I haven’t had many…lovers. And so I don’t know what you want from me. What you want me to say.”

  “I guess I wanted to know if you liked it. Me. If you’d come back to bed.” He raised his brows in invitation. Sat down on the mattress, his hand held out to her, beckoning. “If you’ll tell me what you liked or what you didn’t like then I could go get the pie and we could find new ways to eat it.”

  She chuckled, wary, crossed her arms, her luscious breasts resting on her forearms, one of her legs stretched out so that he could see the fleshy, wet labia he yearned to suck into his mouth once more. “You like to make your bed partners happy by filling requests, huh?”

  “You, I do, yes.”

  She gulped, thought about that, her dark eyes intrigued. “Let’s see then. What can I tell you about my experiences with men? I have never come this often with one man in so short a time.”

  He sat up against the headboard, his body naked and clearly ready to play again. Then he crossed his arms, letting her gaze at what he could give her. “Good.”

  “I…um…love being eaten.”

  “Terrific. I’ll make a note to do it again.”

  “Do.”

  “I have variations,” he said, hoping she’d take the lure.

  She pressed a hand to her chest. Her breasts jiggled in laughter. “Be still my heart.”

  “What else?”

  Her eyes took on a dreamy quality. “I will henceforth forevermore ask to see a man’s cock before he fucks me.”

  Wade shouted in laughter. “And the reason for that is?”

  “For me, no more pencil dicks.”

  He jumped out of the bed before she got to the door. Both of them laughing, he pulled her around to face him and backed her up to the wall. She was warm and chuckling, vibrant and very ticklish.

  He stroked the sides of her cheeks. “Let me kiss you again. Make love to you again. Eat you again.” With each whispered hope he kissed her tenderly.

  “How can I refuse such an offer?” She flung her arms around his neck. “I need you again. Never wanted a man like this before. Want to suck you off.”

  He guffawed at that. “Hell, woman, come back to bed this instant.”

  “Oh, no!” she objected, pulling the other way. “I need that pie you promised me. And so do you.”

  Chapter Six

  He chased her to the kitchen. Both of them naked and shrieking like banshees, he got a glob of pie in his hands the exact moment she did. And as if they were newlyweds feeding each other cake at their wedding, they stuffed the gooey dessert into each other’s mouths. Then they kissed and licked it all away.

  “Who knew peaches could taste like pussy?” he asked her.

  She choked on her pie. “I am gonna find out if peaches go well with cock.”

  “Hot damn!” He dragged her along the corridor back to the bedroom and supported the pie in the other hand.

  “We’ll make a mess, Wade.” Turned-on by the wicked idea, she hoped it didn’t matter. She so wanted to be in his arms, sticky and outrageously creamy from his good loving.

  “I do my own laundry and house cleaning. To hell with crumbs and goo. Get on that bed.”

  She scrambled on, certain she looked eager as a two-year-old.

  “On your back, babe. Legs wide. Lemme see those luscious lips.”

  She eagerly complied, arching her back and displaying for him every inch of her wet cunt.

  “I am a lucky man.” He clucked his tongue, still holding the pie aloft, as he studied her from the side of the bed.

  She reached over and caressed his cock. Close enough, she got up on an elbow and tongued him tip to root. “Hold still. It’s my ambition to get all this hotness in my mouth.”


  He inched closer, plunking the pie on the night table. “Christ, yeah, darlin’. Whatever pleases you, you do it. I’m yours.”

  Chuckling, she stared into his eyes and grabbed for a piece of the pie. Her fingers came up filled with sugary fruit and crust, which she proceeded to rub right down the center of his torso, all the way to his red, rigid shaft. Long and wide as his cock was, Willow bet she could decorate him and all the bits would stay put. Problem was, could she lick him clean before she dissolved in a puddle of moaning need? Hell. She’d have a ball trying.

  She sank over his length. He was so long that his helm touched the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose, she managed…just barely…to slide back and forth without having to stop and come up for air. She wanted to show him how capable she was at this. Not as though she had a lot of practice or that she had always had men as huge as he. In fact none matched him. But she drove herself to prove to him that she was his equal. After all, her best asset was that she could learn and for him, my god, was she an eager pupil or what?

  She licked him and laved him and he didn’t seem to notice how she stopped and started, trying to take all of him down her throat. Yes, he sighed. Yes, he sank a hand into her hair. Yes, he began to pump his hips into her mouth in tempo with her own rhythm. But clearly he wanted her to suck him faster and she couldn’t, dammit, couldn’t!

  She gasped, dismayed, turning away from him, a hand to her mouth.

  “Hey, hey, hey, darlin’.” He caught her chin with two fingers and lifted her face. “Don’t be upset.”

  Tears threatened to mar her vision of his endearing face. “I am. I wanted to do this for you.”

  He traced her lips with a fingertip. “I’m big, baby. And we have lots of time for you to practice on me. We’ll make lots of time.”

  Are two weeks enough to learn how to take all of you in my mouth? Can I be so good for you that you lose your wad and your mind? “I’m not very experienced with blowjobs. You can write that down against me.”

  He ran his open palm down her throat and over an aching breast. “The only thing I want to hold against you…is me.”

  She sighed into his mouth as he caught her close and kissed her with a tenderness that made her feel like a virgin he wanted to teach and command.

  “There now,” he whispered. “My turn.”

  He grabbed up a giant glob of peach goodness and she didn’t budge as chunks of it dropped on her cleavage, her ribs and her belly.

  “Would you look at that? Got to clean that up,” he growled and bent to lap up the goodies.

  Wiggling, she giggled. “You’re tickling me!”

  “Tough.” He extended an arm, his gaze locked on hers in mirth, got a handful of pie and smeared it over both her nipples. Then he settled his naked thighs along the insides of hers and dined on her body like a perfect gentleman. He moaned delicious words of praise. “Never had a plate like this before,” he said as he tongued her nipple, nipped and laved her to a diamond-hard point. “Never ate from a bellybutton, either,” he praised her as he darted his tongue inside her navel. “Never saw a tummy quiver like this,” he said as he sent the flat of his rough tongue across the hollow above her mound.

  And then he tugged on her pussy hair, lifted up and with another bit of peachy goo he rubbed the stuff along her inner thighs.

  “It’s cold,” she told him.

  “I can warm that up for you. Mm-mm-mm.” He rubbed the fruity concoction along her skin.

  “You better eat every last morsel of that.”

  He scooted down to press her legs wider. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. My fave. Peaches and Willow’s cream.”

  She promptly lay back and lost her mind.

  When he had finished licking her thighs, he paused.

  “Proud of yourself?” she teased, her voice a thread of need.

  “Only if you’re hot for me.”

  She hooked a hand around his nape. “Gone to ashes.”

  “Makes two of us.” The first brush of his tongue along her swollen tissues set her trembling with need. Looking down at him as he parted her lips and pleasured her clit, she caught her breath and lost her mind. She clutched the sheets, arched and rocked with a new orgasm. As he reached for a condom, she vibrated in expectation of another completion. He filled her and satisfied her, nuzzled her ear and rocked into her as he pumped with faster rhythm and drove her up again. In a second he had her sailing, soaring. He was groaning, his teeth gritted.

  He fell over her, their bodies stuck together by sweetness and joy.

  “Showers for us,” she said long minutes later and pointed toward his bathroom.

  “Right this way.” He stood, pulled her up with him and bent to lick the very tip of one breast clean.

  When he was done she didn’t want to move at all. Rooted to the carpet, she hummed, her eyes shut, her entire body floating.

  “Aw, baby,” he said above a whisper. “You are so pretty like this. All warm and oozing sexy vibes.”

  Her pussy gushed at his words. “You make me wet—correction, wetter—just by talking like that.”

  He was pulling at her nipples, cupping her breasts and bending over to bite each one in turn. “You are one fine woman. I need more of you. A lot more. Come into the shower and let me show you a few things.”

  In his thrall it was so easy to say yes. So easy to follow him right into the big ivory travertine shower. He turned on the steaming-hot spray and sauntered toward her. Naked, the water rippling over the hard planes of his chest, he was a vision, a fantasy man. Brawn and savage beauty. How had she gotten so lucky?

  He sat on a bench and patted his knees. His thighs were massive mounds of muscle, wet with water, glistening in the pale light. “Face me. Come sit on my cock, baby.”

  She licked her lips, shaking back her hair as the shower sluiced over her, drawing out her anticipation, making her hungry for everything he had to give her. “Condoms?”

  “All gone. Have to go out and buy a bunch. But I’m clean.”

  “Me too.” She was happy to share that news with him, dispensing with many of her fears about consequences of what she did here. “I’m on the Pill too.”

  “It’s all good then. We can fuck and make each other happy.” He helped her straddle him and slide onto his very erect, very deliciously rewarding shaft.

  She gulped as he tenderly pushed her long hair back over her ears. “So enormous. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “Thank me? Hell, darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he said as he pumped her a few good times. “I’ll show you a new way to let me fuck you.”

  She could only groan. “You feel so solid. So real.”

  “Oh, I am, baby.” He rammed her to the hilt. “For you I am. Great to have a woman I can enjoy and not fear she’s gonna break in two.”

  “Hmmm.” She threw her arms around his neck, letting him bite her nipples and enjoying how he trembled when he did. “What did you have in mind?”

  He pulled all the way out of her, and empty, she thought she’d lost everything that had ever mattered to her. Her breath caught. Her heart stopped. She clapped a hand to her pussy. He had warned her she would crave him like this. “Oh, god in heaven, I think I need you inside me.”

  He lifted her face, his mouth kissing hers. “Know I need to be. Stand up. Fast.”

  She found her footing on the smooth, wet tile.

  “Raise your arms.”

  She did. And in another second he had both her hands clipped in large plastic vises that hung from the tiled ceiling of the shower.

  “Cuffs?” she asked, shocked but elated as the water ran in rivers over her trembling, needy body.

  “Braces more like it,” he said as he moved around her in the shower, his hands roving all over her wherever he cared to touch her. “Look down. Put your toes in the cups. They’re suctioned.”

  She saw the slippers stuck to the floor of the shower and put her feet, one by one, inside.

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p; Wade touched her armpit, her rib cage, her asshole and then her clit. “Open your thighs, darlin’. Yeah, just like that.”

  His body bracing her from behind, he put his hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples to set her squirming. His cock was so rigid she moaned as he inserted it along her seam. He was so long that when he probed her this way he nudged her sensitive clit. She writhed, wanting more attention to her little nub.

  “Tell me what you want me to do for you, darlin’. Tell me and I’ll do it, make you happy, make you scream.”

  She licked her lips. She had learned to be free with him in the act of sex and now she needed to do declare what she wanted. “I love when you fuck me missionary style.”

  “Yeah?” He nuzzled the back of her ear, all the while his fingers tormented her nipples so they became sore and hungry for more. “But what?”

  “I want you from behind.”

  Grabbing a hank of her hair, he drew her head back until he could look her in the eye. “You want to be my captive?”

  “I do.”

  “I’ll be damned,” he muttered and bent, his thighs nudging hers wider so that when he drove between her labia, he drove right up into her cunt. There, he held. “How’s that?”

  “Perfect,” she managed to tell him. Her core had never been so packed. “Just perfect.”

  He bucked a few times, slowly, to give her pussy a few good strokes.

  She gasped. “I’ve never done it standing up.”

  “That so?” He was pleased, she could tell by his voice and by the way he slid his hands around her waist and pressed her gently forward. “I can fuck you that way. Is there more you want?”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned more as a response to his loving than to his questions. He felt so right inside her. When had she ever had a man who matched her in temperament and humor? And body? And strength? Not ever. Until now. “I want to be spanked.”

  He hooted and rewarded her for her honesty with a whack on one of her cheeks. “I can help you with that. Pretty ass. I want to see my handprint on it.”

  “Fuck me fast. Then spank me.” She was pleading with him, pushing back to get impossibly more of his cock inside her. Would she get enough of him? Ever?