into his bedroom.
Fritz took his time tossing her clothes into the dryer then
rummaged around through the cabinets in his utility room until he found a
length of smooth nylon rope that wouldn’t chafe. He crammed it into the back
pocket of his jeans.
Thinking about Kai tied to his bed, her long, slender arms
stretched above her head, and her perfect, palm-sized breasts thrusting up for
his attention, made his dick swell and harden behind his fly. He’d seen the
curious look in her eyes when he threatened to tie her down earlier. She’d been
turned-on by the idea as much as he had.
Flipping off the lights in the kitchen, he stopped in the
doorway of his bedroom. She’d switched on his bedside lamp because the sun was
setting outside, the lingering storm clouds muting the natural light. And she
still wore his shirt. In fact it looked as though she’d snapped it all the way
up to her throat just to defy him. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from
grinning at her playful insolence. Maybe he should give her a spanking too.
He tugged the length of rope from his back pocket and
slapped it against his thigh, watching her eyes go round as quarters. She rose
up on her elbows as he stalked to the foot of the bed. “What’re you gonna do
with that?” she asked, her gaze darting from his face to his hand and back
again.
Fritz ignored her question. “Didn’t I tell you to take off
the shirt?” He crawled over her, straddling her thighs with his. “Kai?” he
prompted when she didn’t answer.
Her mouth curved into a sheepish smile. “I was cold?”
Fritz shook his head slowly and her tongue snaked out to wet
her bottom lip. He leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, then bit down,
testing the tender flesh.
“I wanted you to take it off,” she said.
Her sweet confession made him smile. He grasped the hem of
his denim shirt in his fists and snatched the halves in opposite directions.
The snaps flew apart in eight stuttered pops, chased by the sound of her excited
gasp. “Like that?”
“Not exactly, but I enjoyed your method better,” she
murmured as she slid her arms free and tossed the shirt off the bed.
Kai sank back onto his pillows and coasted her hands up his
jean-covered thighs. When she got to his groin, she lifted her heavy-lidded
gaze to his face, as if she were asking for permission to touch him.
They’d gotten the slightly awkward,
feels-like-the-first-time fucking out of the way earlier. It had taken the
razor edge off his need for her but it was still sharp. He had a feeling that
need would never grow dull.
“Touch me, Kai.”
Her warm palm covered his cock. She was tentative at first,
running her fingers down the sides of his aching shaft through the worn denim,
but when he hissed in through his teeth she grew bolder. She unbuttoned him
while she watched his face. Once she had his fly open, she hesitated again.
That pink tongue made another swipe over her top lip.
“Don’t stop now, darlin’.”
Kai reached into his jeans and lifted his dick out, giving
him a firm squeeze before she grazed him with her nails. Her swirling thumbs
spread the moisture leaking from the tip in opposite directions and he grew
even harder.
It felt so damn good, having her touch him this way. He’d
dreamed about her hands on him, her soft, wet tongue sliding down his length.
Her sexy mouth sucking him deep. They’d tried oral sex a few times when they
were younger but his trigger had been too touchy, their motions too awkward and
eager to master the act.
“Raise your arms, baby.”
Her eyes stretched wide with surprise. “You’re going to tie
me up now ?”
“I won’t last long with both your hands and mouth on me. You
trust me, don’t you?”
Her answer was to raise her arms above her head, wrapping
her hands around the slats in his headboard.
His heart swelled at her honest, immediate response. “That’s
my girl.”
Fritz wound the rope around her wrists and secured her to
the bed. She
Fritz took his time tossing her clothes into the dryer then
rummaged around through the cabinets in his utility room until he found a
length of smooth nylon rope that wouldn’t chafe. He crammed it into the back
pocket of his jeans.
Thinking about Kai tied to his bed, her long, slender arms
stretched above her head, and her perfect, palm-sized breasts thrusting up for
his attention, made his dick swell and harden behind his fly. He’d seen the
curious look in her eyes when he threatened to tie her down earlier. She’d been
turned-on by the idea as much as he had.
Flipping off the lights in the kitchen, he stopped in the
doorway of his bedroom. She’d switched on his bedside lamp because the sun was
setting outside, the lingering storm clouds muting the natural light. And she
still wore his shirt. In fact it looked as though she’d snapped it all the way
up to her throat just to defy him. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from
grinning at her playful insolence. Maybe he should give her a spanking too.
He tugged the length of rope from his back pocket and
slapped it against his thigh, watching her eyes go round as quarters. She rose
up on her elbows as he stalked to the foot of the bed. “What’re you gonna do
with that?” she asked, her gaze darting from his face to his hand and back
again.
Fritz ignored her question. “Didn’t I tell you to take off
the shirt?” He crawled over her, straddling her thighs with his. “Kai?” he
prompted when she didn’t answer.
Her mouth curved into a sheepish smile. “I was cold?”
Fritz shook his head slowly and her tongue snaked out to wet
her bottom lip. He leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, then bit down,
testing the tender flesh.
“I wanted you to take it off,” she said.
Her sweet confession made him smile. He grasped the hem of
his denim shirt in his fists and snatched the halves in opposite directions.
The snaps flew apart in eight stuttered pops, chased by the sound of her excited
gasp. “Like that?”
“Not exactly, but I enjoyed your method better,” she
murmured as she slid her arms free and tossed the shirt off the bed.
Kai sank back onto his pillows and coasted her hands up his
jean-covered thighs. When she got to his groin, she lifted her heavy-lidded
gaze to his face, as if she were asking for permission to touch him.
They’d gotten the slightly awkward,
feels-like-the-first-time fucking out of the way earlier. It had taken the
razor edge off his need for her but it was still sharp. He had a feeling that
need would never grow dull.
“Touch me, Kai.”
Her warm palm covered his cock. She was tentative at first,
running her fingers down the sides of his aching shaft through the worn denim,
but when he hissed in through his teeth she grew bolder. She unbuttoned him
while she watched his face. Once she had his fly open, she hesitated again.
That pink tongue made another swipe over her top lip.
“Don’t stop now, darlin’.”
Kai reached into his jeans and lifted his dick out, giving
him a firm squeeze before she grazed him with her nails. Her swirling thumbs
spread the moisture leaking from the tip in opposite directions and he grew
even harder.
It felt so damn good, having her touch him this way. He’d
dreamed about her hands on him, her soft, wet tongue sliding down his length.
Her sexy mouth sucking him deep. They’d tried oral sex a few times when they
were younger but his trigger had been too touchy, their motions too awkward and
eager to master the act.
“Raise your arms, baby.”
Her eyes stretched wide with surprise. “You’re going to tie
me up now ?”
“I won’t last long with both your hands and mouth on me. You
trust me, don’t you?”
Her answer was to raise her arms above her head, wrapping
her hands around the slats in his headboard.
His heart swelled at her honest, immediate response. “That’s
my girl.”
Fritz wound the rope around her wrists and secured her to
the bed. She
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