TooHottoTouch (9 page)

He kept his gaze on his thumb running across her knuckles.
It was easier than looking her in the eye. “Tonight at the diner, when it was
all over. Before I started to freak out and you hugged me, I tried to go to
you, but you stepped away from me. I figured you were afraid since you saw me
take that asshole down pretty viciously.”

“Thank God,” she replied with enough heat in her voice he
looked up at her. “I’m glad you broke his arm, especially now that I know Diego
didn’t break his falling down a flight of stairs.”

He raised his eyebrows at her vehemence. “Bloodthirsty
little thing, aren’t you?”

“Damn right. We Greeks take our revenge very seriously.”
Cupping his cheek, she continued. “I backed away because I was so upset, I was
afraid I’d break down if I touched you. When I saw you lunge toward that
lunatic, toward his gun, I thought my heart would stop. I was scared out of my
mind you’d be hurt or killed. I just needed a few seconds to pull myself
together. Do you understand?”

“I guess.” He hated that his voice sounded so uncertain but
he couldn’t help it. He still worried she was afraid of him or would be
sometime soon if his nightmares kept up.

“Argh!” She launched herself off the couch and stalked off
to her bedroom. “Come on,” she ordered and after a moment’s hesitation, he
rushed to obey.

He stood leaning against the doorjamb and watched as she
yanked open drawers and rummaged through what looked like frothy, silky things.
Underwear of various sorts, he realized and his cock twitched in his pants.
Apparently it was feeling refreshed enough that it wanted to play. Given Zoë’s
irritated jerks and low mutterings in what had to be Greek, he didn’t hold out
much hope she’d be inclined.

“Hah!” she cried out in triumph as she pulled out a couple
of long, colorful scarves. Turning, she pinned him with a hungry stare and
beckoned with a crook of her finger. He was helpless in the face of her summons
and approached her with mounting anticipation. His now fully engorged rod led
the way. When he was a foot away, she flicked the scarves around his neck and
yanked him up against her body. She pulled his face to hers and devoured his
mouth. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around her, instead letting her
set the pace. She seemed to want to be in control and if that made her feel safe
with him, then he was on board with that plan. He had a pretty good idea how
she intended to use the colorful strips of cloth digging into his neck and
thought fleetingly of how tying him to the bed for the night might be the
perfect solution to everything.

He was so wrong.

She broke off the kiss and, putting her lips to his ear,
whispered, “Strip me down and tie me up.”

Holy fuck! His cock pulsed and strained for release and his
heart sped up at her words. For a few seconds, he couldn’t form a reply. “What?”
he finally pushed through his lips.

“You heard me.” She nipped at his lobe and let go of the
scarves. Stepping back a pace, she held her arms out in invitation as if she
were a virgin sacrifice for some ancient Greek oracle.

“Zoë,” he growled because it was too crazy an idea and too
fucking hot.

“I’m serious, Sean. I want to put my body in your hands. I
trust you completely.” She gave him a sly grin. “I like it when you take charge
of me in bed.” Her fingers reached up to the buttons of her blouse.

“Stop,” he ordered. When she frowned, he added, “Let me.”
Her chest rose and fell on a deep breath as she did as he commanded. Sean
approached her on less-than-sturdy legs. The idea of dominating her sent an
extra thrill through his already aroused body. He had to do it right though. He
had to take it nice and slow. She deserved to be pampered. She deserved to be
worshipped.

His fingers shook slightly when he raised them to her chest.
He forced them to steady so that he could work the tiny buttons free from their
holes. Zoë’s warm breath tickled his chin and heat radiated off her body. Her
nipples jutted out from the soft cloth around them. She was clearly aroused and
knowing he had that effect on her increased his own arousal. When he was
finished with his task, he slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it
drift down to the floor. He stood staring at the wispy white bra barely
covering her luscious breasts.

He slipped a forefinger past the lacy bit along the swell of
her right breast and brushed it down the silky flesh. She sighed and he saw her
eyes were closed. Her lovely mouth was pursed in a little moue of pleasure.
With his left hand, he flicked the clasp around her back and watched the bra
pop away from her body. He wasted no time ridding her of it and claiming her
breasts with his palms. She groaned and swayed a bit as he kneaded the soft
globes and flicked the nipples with his thumbs. A surprised gasp erupted past
her lips when he pinched the hard nubs. He leaned down to take one between his
lips and her gasp morphed into a low moan.

He took his time, feasting on first one nipple and then the
other. Zoë swayed into his hold and, given the sounds she made, he had no doubt
he was driving her wild. When she tried to grasp his shoulders, however, he
jerked up and grabbed her wrists in a loose but firm hold.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he tucked her arms behind her.
“Lace your fingers together and keep your hands behind your back no matter
what. Understand?”

Her eyes were closed and her pretty lips were parted as if
waiting to take his cock inside. She nodded once. “Yes sir,” she added in a
whispery tone.

Fuck, yeah, that bit of submissiveness had his cock howling
for release. Damn woman was goading him into action. Well too bad. He was in
charge and he wanted this to last. He intended to take his time to worship her
body and give her more pleasure than he ever had before.

Clasping his hands beneath the swell of her breasts, he
traced a trail with his thumbs down her slightly rounded stomach. When he
reached the waist of her pants, he flicked the snap open and lowered the
zipper. He curled his fingers around the tops of the pants and the scanty
panties, sliding them together past her thighs. As he knelt to remove her shoes
and clothes, he couldn’t resist planting kisses along the inner thigh of each
leg. They trembled slightly against his lips. When she was completely nude, he
stayed on one bended knee and simply took his fill of her.

God, he loved her. Even though she stood there with her
hands behind her back as he had ordered and waited for him to make the next
move, she was still the one in control. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for
her. He was enthralled by her and if he spent the rest of his life making her
happy, it would be enough. Unable to keep his hands off her any longer, he
cupped the backs of her legs and leaned into her body. He licked a trail with
his tongue up one leg and over to her slit. He lapped at the outside folds for
a few seconds before sliding inside them.

She bucked as soon as his lips hit her clit. He dug his
fingers in to keep her steady while he sucked and laved. A steady stream of
moans and mewls sounded above him. The tremble of her legs increased. He
tightened his grip to keep her from tumbling over, bringing her passion up higher
and higher, working his tongue in the most inventive ways he could, varying
speed and technique. When her body shook and shimmied in earnest, he latched
his lips on to her clit and sucked.

She screamed her release and broke her stance by grabbing
fistfuls of his hair. He ignored the sting of strands being yanked and held on
for the ride. He never let go of her steamy flesh until her body slowed down
and slumped in his embrace. He rose with care and scooped her up in his arms,
brought her over to the bed and laid her down. Damp from his mouth and her own
perspiration, she stayed where he put her and breathed heavily. Her eyes were
closed and a small grin graced her lips. They parted and a soft sigh passed
through them.

The scarves still hung around his neck. Yanking them off, he
dragged them up her body in a gentle caress. She shivered but otherwise
remained passive. He clasped one wrist and pulled it up beside her head. He
tied her wrist to the headboard with one of the scarves. He made sure the knot
was tight enough to keep her in place, yet not tight enough to mar her lovely
skin. When he had finished securing her other wrist, he bent down and placed a
chaste kiss on her lips.

“Okay?”

With her eyes still closed, she grinned. “Yes sir.”

He moaned. “You’re killing me here.” She was, too. His cock
ached to be free and embedded in her. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off
his shoes and jeans. Knowing where she kept her stash of condoms, he palmed one
and knelt on the bed.

Her body was open to him, vulnerable, completely within his
control. A tremor ran through him as he appreciated the enormous trust she had
placed in him by giving herself over to him. There were so many things he
wanted to do to her, with her, his mind raced with the possibilities. He fought
to keep himself in check, to go slowly once more so as not to frighten her. He
started where he left off. Straddling her legs, he planted his face between
them and licked her wet folds until she writhed beneath him. He didn’t linger
long enough to make her come again, however. Instead he lapped his way up her
body, stopping to feast on each of her breasts for long minutes.

He swallowed her mounting moans with a deep kiss. When he
broke away, her lips stayed parted and thoughts of what he wanted to do next
filled his head. He worried, though, it would scare her. That possibility
terrified him. He needed to deserve her trust, so he asked.

“Zoë, are you still okay?” She smiled and moaned. “I’ll take
that as a yes.” He licked his lips and continued. “I want to do something, a
fantasy of mine. But I don’t want to frighten you.”

She opened her eyes to mere slits. Still, he could see the
love in them. “I could never be afraid of you, Sean. You can do whatever you
want, because I’m yours.”

Tied but far from helpless, Zoë stared up at the man who
controlled her. It wasn’t merely the scarves he’d wrapped around her wrists or
even his powerful body that pinned her to the bed. No, his command lay in the
way he worked to bring her pleasure, to cause her to fly apart. Even now when
he barely touched her, she quivered with need and anticipation. She meant what
she said too. No matter what he did next, it was fine by her.

He watched her intently as if to gauge her sincerity and
determination, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His cock bobbed
between them, hard, red, glistening with pre-cum. His desire for her could not
be in doubt with such strong proof waving by her face. She licked her lips as
she watched it sway. A long groan escaped Sean’s lips. She wanted to lift her
head and reach for the treat, but remembered the game they played meant he was
in command. No thinking or planning or responsibility for her, and that was why
this submission appealed to her so much. It was wonderful to leave the
decisions up to someone else for a change. Closing her eyes, she waited.

Within seconds, he upped the play. Blunt, warm, wet flesh
rubbed against her lips. Instinctively she opened up and his cock slipped
inside her mouth. She covered her teeth and slid her tongue along the hard
length. Only the head filled her mouth, so she tickled its sensitive underside
and sucked. Hands clasped the sides of her face and thumbs traced a slow
pattern across her cheeks. She hummed in appreciation, and he rewarded her
effort with a loud grunt. More cock slid inside, down her tongue and toward the
back of her throat. Fingers dug into her scalp.

She sucked and licked vigorously, wondering how much cock he
would try to get into her and hoping she could handle it. As if reading her
mind, he pushed a little more. The cock head hit the back of her throat and she
gagged a bit. He immediately pulled back and she cried out around the flesh in
her mouth in frustration. She wanted to do this for him and for her. The
combination of being held down and face-fucked made her juices flow even more.
She bucked her hips up to show how turned-on she was. After a few seconds, he
pressed forward again. This time she didn’t gag. Instead she took deep breaths
through her nose and swallowed hard.

“Oh, fuck!”

The exclamation made her smile. She wanted to give as much
as she had received and she succeeded. He pulled back a little, but only to
fuck her mouth in short, shallow thrusts. His harsh breath tickled her face as
his rhythm sped up. She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, determined to
keep up. Just as she thought he would come this way, he yanked himself free and
released his hold on her head.

“No!” she wailed.

“Sorry, baby,” he said in strangled voice. “I have to fuck
you hard.”

The bed dipped as he maneuvered off her. The familiar sound
of a condom wrapper met her ears. Then he grabbed her legs and bent them back
and up so that her knees almost reached her ears.

“Christ, you’re limber. I wish you could see what I can.
Your beautiful pussy is wide open for me and it’s so wet, I know it’s waiting
for me.”

She pulled against her restraint with the desire to grab her
legs. She wanted to hold them up tighter to her torso, to open herself up as
much as she could to this man she loved.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m doing all the work.” He pushed on
her legs even more and then slammed his cock into her.

She cried out as the thick rod filled her cunt with a single
thrust. He stilled for only a second or two before setting a rhythm hard and
fast. His body slammed into her as his cock pistoned into her with fluid
motion. His control over her overwhelmed her senses. With her eyes closed and
her arms restrained, she concentrated on the push and pull of his engorged cock
within her aroused tissues. With each thrust home, he pressed against her
aching clit, pushing up her arousal. She panted with the effort to absorb his
needful assault.