Lucy Monroe - Satisfaction Guaranteed

He shouted while she swirled her tongue over his essence, reveling in the flavor that was unique to him alone. His hand clamped in her hair and he thrust upward. She let him press himself farther into her mouth, not caring when he hit the back of her throat. But he felt it and pulled back, muttering a desperate apology while his hand fell away to fist against the comforter.

He was out of control. If he wasn’t restrained, he’d have her under him or pulled on top of him in a heartbeat. That certainty pushed her own arousal higher until she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. One touch, delivered right, and she would go over, but she was careful not to give herself the stimulation. She needed it to come from him.

She pulled her mouth away with a pop and scrambled across the bed to the nightstand. She yanked the drawer open and scrabbled for a condom before returning to him and ripping the packet open. She put it on him carefully, her hands shaking so much she was afraid she was going to tear it. But she didn’t and he urged her on with guttural pleas and compliments.

When she was done, she straddled him, but held herself above his rock hard erection. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Enough?”

His free hand clamped her thigh and he tugged, but she managed to stay up on her haunches.

“Enough?” she demanded again.

“Too much,” he bit back.

Then she slid down onto him, pressing his head into her opening and immediately rocking for deeper penetration. But he was big and she was swollen, more swollen than she’d ever been. It wasn’t easy. She was wetter than she’d ever been, too, and that helped, but she felt stretched and filled and he wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, baby…that’s so good.” He thrust upward, pushing himself deeper inside and putting her so-called dominance into question.

And again…she loved it. She’d known it would be like this. He was everything she had wanted. A man who was strong enough to allow her to bind him, to touch him, to tease and torment him, but too strong to be dominated by her. No matter what the circumstances.

But she wasn’t about to cede all control to him. She continued her rocking movements until he was seated fully inside her and then she stopped, adjusting to the fullness, to sensitive tissues stretched to capacity.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he pleaded.

“It’s so much,” she gasped.

“But not too much. You can handle me, Beth.”

“Yes.” She was determined to, but she felt like she was going to die from pleasure. Her body demanded more and she started to move, riding him, finding a rhythm and angle that maximized stimulation to her clitoris.

“That’s right, Beth. Just like that. Ride me hard!” He bucked under her, forcing her to match their body movements to stay seated.

And she did ride him hard, letting his penis pound into her with passionate force.

His free hand was all over her, touching her, urging her on and she didn’t mind because he made her feel so good. The pleasure was building inside, sharp and urgent. Their bodies were both covered by a sheen of sweat and both their breathing was labored.

“Come with me, Ethan,” she demanded. “I want to feel you lose control. Come with me now!”

And he did. They climaxed together, his pulses feeding her convulsions and her inner muscles milking him to greater heights until they both cried out and collapsed from the surfeit of pleasure.

His chest moved with laborious breaths and she thought she must be heavy…should probably help him dispose of the condom…but she couldn’t make herself move. His body stretched under hers and all she could think was that felt nice. Then both his hands were free to rub her back and cuddle her close.

“Should undo your ankles,” she slurred against his chest.

“In a minute, Sunshine. For now…just let me bask.”

“Bask?” she asked drowsily.

“In pleasure. It was so damn good.”

“Yes.”

Ethan gently rolled Beth off of him, not sure if she was asleep or awake. Her body was draped over him in boneless abandon.

She blinked up at him, her sherry-brown eyes drowsy. “Going somewhere?”

“Condom.”

“Oh.” Her eyes slid shut and she curled onto her side, facing him, one arm under her head. “’skay.”

He smiled and reached for his ankle. It wasn’t easy to undo the tie from that angle, but he managed it. It was a lot simpler to do the other one once he had more freedom of mobility.

Had she gotten what she needed from tying him to the bed? He didn’t figure she would have fantasized so much about him being her bound lover if she’d truly wanted to dominate. But even so, he’d pushed for her to lose her control. It wasn’t hard, she responded to him more intensely than any lover he’d ever had.

He couldn’t help wondering how deep the pleasure could go if he tied her to the bed. But she would be no more helpless than he. Because his body reacted to hers like a power supply to electricity. She turned him on with the first connection.

He took care of the condom and then eyed his big claw-footed tub with interest. They would both sleep better if they washed the sweat from their lovemaking off. Besides soaking in the porcelain monstrosity with Beth sounded like a heck of a lot more fun than going straight to sleep.

He ran the bath, dumping some stuff in the water that made it smell okay and feel silky. Women liked that kind of thing. His sister had given it to him as a gift and told him to use it when his muscles were aching from a tough workout or competition. It didn’t smell girly, so he’d agreed, but he’d never actually used it. Until now.

It was just the kind of thing his Beth would appreciate. She was a very sensual woman. He wondered if she even realized how much. Her own sexuality seemed to surprise her sometimes.

He left the tub filling and went back into the bedroom to get Beth.

She was still curled up on her side, totally naked. He’d taken the bedding off before lying down and she didn’t have so much as a sheet to cover her. She was gorgeous. Sweet, feminine curves that were different than his usual lover. Beth was neither an agent, nor an extreme sportswoman.

She worked out with her tae kwon do and her body was toned, but it wasn’t reed thin or bulked out like some women who lifted weights. The curve of her tummy and breasts were intensely feminine and excited him in a way that the ultra-honed women who usually populated his world had not in a long time.

This woman was all that made the female of their species unique and damned if that didn’t turn him on beyond reason.

He leaned one knee on the bed and reached for her.

Her eyes opened and surveyed him with curiosity. “All done?”

“Yeah, but I thought we could take a bath.” He hooked one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees. “All right?”

“Yes.”

He liked that sweet acquiescence. Too much. He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. The tub was as high as it needed to be, so he turned the water off and then stepped into blue tinted depths with her still in his arms.

She moaned as he settled her on his lap, the silky, hot water lapping around them. “This feels sooooo good.”

“You like baths?”

“I love them, especially in really hot water.” She leaned back against his chest, settling farther into the water. “I’ve never taken a bath with a man though.”

“You never tied one up before either. I guess tonight is your night for firsts.”

“Yes, it is.” She paused for a second, scooping water and pouring it over her shoulders and chest. “Do you mind?”

“What exactly?”

“That I’m not very experienced,” she said hesitantly, turning her head so she could meet his gaze, her dark eyes serious and concerned. “That I have slightly kinky tastes in sex.”