Page 40 of Brazilian Surrender
She grabbed his arms and slapped the cuff on his right wrist, then linked the chain to the bed. Soon, she cuffed his left wrist and tightened the chain to his bed frame so he had to lie down but wasn’t uncomfortable. Whoa. The sight of that gorgeous man at her mercy sent a wave of empowerment through her. He’d admitted he had never done such a thing before. She’d be his first.
When she looked at his cock, she got flustered. The large shaft jutted out proudly, and the sight of it made her wonder how she managed to fit him inside her. Whenever he thrust into her, they came together, molded to each other perfectly.
Tingly threads formed at her core and shot down to her sex. Deciding not to waste time, she kissed his neck, her tongue sliding over the wild pulse. He wanted her, maybe as much as she wanted him. She nipped his flesh, and he rewarded her with a sexy groan. Nice.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he said.
“Maybe to revive you I need to kill you first.”
“All this time and I didn’t know you had a hidden agenda.”
She smiled but didn’t let the banter distract her from her task. She wanted to savor him, to taste him, to…love him in a way he’d never forget. When she’d been insecure he’d made her feel safe and cherished. Now, she’d return the favor.
She let her hands peruse over his abs, her fingers tracing every edge of his perfect six-pack abs. He inhaled deeply, and a low rumble surged through her. She continued her exploration mission, licking his nipples, nipping his flesh, and losing count of the sexy sounds he seemingly tried to suppress but came out anyway.
“Not being able to touch you is hell,” he hissed out.
She raised her eyes and locked on his. “Welcome to my life.”
“Are you wet?” he asked.
Was she! She opened her legs more so he could feel her wetness against his groin.
His deep growl sliced through the room. “God, Camila. I let you do this to me. Now I need to fuck you. Really bad.”
His dirty talking only added one more notch to her arousal. She quivered over him, but didn’t get off him or unlock his cuffs. “Are you begging? Because that’s what it sounded like.”
“You’re in trouble once I get my hands on you,” he said with a glint in his eyes.
“Can’t wait.” She thrust her hips against his thighs, teasing him a bit more. A ripple of pleasure traveled through her, but she didn’t want to stop.
She leaned over him, so her breasts dangled above his mouth. He lifted his head, and stuck out his tongue but she withdrew a fraction of a second before he had a chance to lick it. Her nipples tightened harder in response, her breasts full and achy for his mouth.
“I’m on the pill. And I’m safe. Are you safe?” she asked.
“Yes. I always—”
She dropped lower and this time, he caught her breast in his mouth. She moaned, the feel of his tongue claiming her sensitive nub too good to ignore. She’d asked him because she wanted nothing between them if she could. She needed to be filled, his hot seed deep in her sex, like it had in her mouth. She craved being as close to him as they possibly could get…and never letting go. “I want every last drop of you inside me.”
She dared to move up to watch him, and the look he gave her cut right through her soul. Pain and relief blended in his now forest green eyes; his lips parted but no sound came from them. Somehow, she knew this wasn’t about sex; their dynamic hadn’t been about “just sex” for a while, and maybe he thought the same deep inside.
She positioned herself over his cock and moaned when she pushed him inside her, her slick folds stretched to the maximum to accommodate his girth and size. She enjoyed every painful inch and willed the ache away. Thankfully, after a couple of deep breaths her body recognized him, and she relaxed a bit.
When she caught him staring at her intently, a wave of warmth spread through her neck and cheeks. God, he was so hot—had the power to sizzle her nerve endings without laying a finger on her. She could tell he tensed up, not only by the contracted ridges of his abs, but his fingers curling and uncurling. The handcuffs seemed like metal bracelets on his wrists.
Without breaking the stare, she rocked her hips into him, moving back and forth. The scent of her arousal filled the air around her, and she kept thrusting herself onto his cock, her desire for him increasing with each plunge. He rocked his hips, trying in his own way to fuck her. She continued to ride him, and though she loved to have her hands free, she missed his touch on her, his fingers provoking her, his hot breath fanning her earlobe.
“Yes,” she said, when he lifted his hips from the bed, intensifying his thrusts. At that very second, his handcuffs rattled against the frame, and the frame slammed the wall until she heard a cracking sound, and when she blinked, he had yanked and torn the handcuffs from the chain.
Swiftly he rolled up and inverted positions, putting her on all fours with her ass up in the air. She gasped, and he plunged inside her, so deep she whimpered. “You want every drop of me, sweetheart?” he said in a sexy, throaty voice. “That’s what you’re going to get.”
God. He hadn’t played around when he said she was in trouble. He made an invisible circle on her buttocks with his hands, warming her skin. She arched against him, her clit sensitized and her brain fogged with desire.
“You’ll get a spanking for bad behavior.”
“Then I should do it more often.”
He swatted her cheek, and she moaned.
