therefore it would hold him.
She smiled at her certainty.
Holding two slips of pale blue in her hand, she turned back to him. He’d moved to the edge of the bed and stood there, not moving.
“Lie on your back, hands over your head.”
He glanced over at her. “I begin to tire of this game.”
She bent over and picked up the sword, sure to give him a fine view of her ass. “I didn’t ask what you thought.”
“Ruby.” Her name sounded harsh upon his lips.
She strode over to him, adding that extra roll of her hips. “It is what I want. Is that not reason enough?”
His eyes flashed, but without another word he climbed up and lay in the middle of the bed.
She fixed her gaze on his arms, and after a moment he lifted them, resting his palms against the headboard.
Placing the sword beside him, she mounted the bed and straddled his ribs, letting the curve of her backside brush the head of his erect cock.
His whole body tensed at the slight touch, but she ignored it.
“I am going to tie you now,” she said.
He jerked up. “No.”
Lifting the scarves, she let them drape across her breasts, the nipples easily visible through the whisper of silk. “Please. It is not done to beg one’s captive, but it would make me very happy.” She moved her hips forward and back along his abdomen, flexing and releasing her thighs. The light silk moved as if blown by a heavenly breeze.
He eyed the thin cloth and she could see his mind follow a similar path as her own. He would hardly have to flex a muscle to rip the fabric asunder; nothing would hold him except his own will, his desire to please her.
He lifted a wrist and held it out to her. Wrapping the silk around it, she held out her hand for the other wrist and bound them together. Then, pulling them above his head, bending so that her breasts hung just above his lips, she secured them to the headboard with a pretty bow. “There, that should hold you.”
Arching her back, she allowed her left nipple to graze his lips, feeling the shudder of sensation as the swollen tip touched the heat of his mouth. He opened his lips but did not draw her in. She arched farther, lowering the tip between parted lips and teeth. The dampness of his breath surrounded her, and then he exhaled slightly, the air cool on her moist flesh.
She inhaled. It was such a tiny thing, but it shot straight between her legs. She pressed her thighs tighter against him, rubbed back and forth just enough to give herself some ease.
She pulled back, brushing her breasts across his face until the other nipple slipped between his lips.
This time he did suck, drawing her in hard and fast.
The cry that passed her lips was involuntary.
He suckled, pulling and releasing, granting her not a moment to collect herself. She braced her hands on either side of his face and enjoyed his feasting.
Then balancing on one arm, she used her other hand to squeeze her lonely breast, to tease and taunt herself in balance with Derek’s play.
She pushed her hips back until she ran over his length, feeling him hard and long beneath her. She eased back, pulled forward, rubbing just where she liked, forgetting all else.
So good. It felt so good. She pulled harder at her nipple and rejoiced as Derek’s teeth scraped her other. She’d meant this to be for him, but there was no denying the pleasure that filled her.
Hot. Sweaty. Delicious.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Slick and hot.
She was panting now, her face buried in Derek’s hair, his brow damp with the warmth of her breath.
Pulling her breast from his mouth, she sat up, raising her arms above her head in a wondrous stretch. Her hips rose from the bed as she positioned herself above him, the thick head of his cock at her entrance.
The cords of his neck were stretched and taut with strain. He needed this even more than she. With slow, deliberate motion, she pushed back against him, filling herself inch by slow inch.
He was big, bigger than she’d remembered. It
She smiled at her certainty.
Holding two slips of pale blue in her hand, she turned back to him. He’d moved to the edge of the bed and stood there, not moving.
“Lie on your back, hands over your head.”
He glanced over at her. “I begin to tire of this game.”
She bent over and picked up the sword, sure to give him a fine view of her ass. “I didn’t ask what you thought.”
“Ruby.” Her name sounded harsh upon his lips.
She strode over to him, adding that extra roll of her hips. “It is what I want. Is that not reason enough?”
His eyes flashed, but without another word he climbed up and lay in the middle of the bed.
She fixed her gaze on his arms, and after a moment he lifted them, resting his palms against the headboard.
Placing the sword beside him, she mounted the bed and straddled his ribs, letting the curve of her backside brush the head of his erect cock.
His whole body tensed at the slight touch, but she ignored it.
“I am going to tie you now,” she said.
He jerked up. “No.”
Lifting the scarves, she let them drape across her breasts, the nipples easily visible through the whisper of silk. “Please. It is not done to beg one’s captive, but it would make me very happy.” She moved her hips forward and back along his abdomen, flexing and releasing her thighs. The light silk moved as if blown by a heavenly breeze.
He eyed the thin cloth and she could see his mind follow a similar path as her own. He would hardly have to flex a muscle to rip the fabric asunder; nothing would hold him except his own will, his desire to please her.
He lifted a wrist and held it out to her. Wrapping the silk around it, she held out her hand for the other wrist and bound them together. Then, pulling them above his head, bending so that her breasts hung just above his lips, she secured them to the headboard with a pretty bow. “There, that should hold you.”
Arching her back, she allowed her left nipple to graze his lips, feeling the shudder of sensation as the swollen tip touched the heat of his mouth. He opened his lips but did not draw her in. She arched farther, lowering the tip between parted lips and teeth. The dampness of his breath surrounded her, and then he exhaled slightly, the air cool on her moist flesh.
She inhaled. It was such a tiny thing, but it shot straight between her legs. She pressed her thighs tighter against him, rubbed back and forth just enough to give herself some ease.
She pulled back, brushing her breasts across his face until the other nipple slipped between his lips.
This time he did suck, drawing her in hard and fast.
The cry that passed her lips was involuntary.
He suckled, pulling and releasing, granting her not a moment to collect herself. She braced her hands on either side of his face and enjoyed his feasting.
Then balancing on one arm, she used her other hand to squeeze her lonely breast, to tease and taunt herself in balance with Derek’s play.
She pushed her hips back until she ran over his length, feeling him hard and long beneath her. She eased back, pulled forward, rubbing just where she liked, forgetting all else.
So good. It felt so good. She pulled harder at her nipple and rejoiced as Derek’s teeth scraped her other. She’d meant this to be for him, but there was no denying the pleasure that filled her.
Hot. Sweaty. Delicious.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Slick and hot.
She was panting now, her face buried in Derek’s hair, his brow damp with the warmth of her breath.
Pulling her breast from his mouth, she sat up, raising her arms above her head in a wondrous stretch. Her hips rose from the bed as she positioned herself above him, the thick head of his cock at her entrance.
The cords of his neck were stretched and taut with strain. He needed this even more than she. With slow, deliberate motion, she pushed back against him, filling herself inch by slow inch.
He was big, bigger than she’d remembered. It
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