He cut me off again with a finger to my lips. “No talking, unless I say so.”
Fuck.
His bossiness turned me on. I needed him to touch me, to fuck me. I was ready, and he wasn’t hurrying it along. But I didn’t dare utter another word.
The song finished, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails began playing. And then my world exploded around me as Nash began the next phase of pleasuring me. He pushed my legs wider apart and licked my pussy from one end to the other. I waited for his tongue or finger to enter me but neither happened. Instead, my clit came alive with vibrations. It wasn’t what I was expecting and I screamed out his name. My hands fought their restraints as I automatically tried to move my hands so I could touch him.
He placed a hand on my stomach. “Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmured.
I couldn’t stop myself. “I need to touch you, Nash.”
“You like the bullet? Feel good?”
“I love the bullet, but I want my hands on you too.” I was almost begging him.
“Soon,” he promised, and then moved the bullet vibrator to tease my nipples. When his tongue hit my pussy at the same time, I couldn’t help it, I arched up off the bed again. The pleasure was intense. So good; I never wanted it to stop.
I hooked my legs over his shoulders while he tongued me. He grunted his approval and then began alternating the bullet between my nipples and my clit while mixing in his tongue and his fingers. Nash had just become my new favourite person. I was in sensory overload and the pleasure he was bringing me was pleasure like I’d never known.
When he stopped what he was doing, I could have cried. However, he redeemed himself when he removed my blindfold. I blinked and smiled at him when I found his face above mine. He bent and kissed me hard. His groans of desire filled me, and his hands moved to cradle my face while he continued our kiss. The contradiction in his actions was loud; his kiss was rough and exacting, but his touch was so very gentle. I loved both sides of him.
He ended the kiss but continued to cradle my face. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek and he stared at me. There was no smile, just that intensity I was growing used to. His eyes shifted between mine and he slowly shook his head a couple of times. Pushing away from me, he shifted back to kneel between my legs. I had no idea what was happening but it felt like he’d retreated from me. I needed to touch him; needed to reach him.
“Undo me, Nash,” I said.
His gaze flicked to my hands and he only hesitated for a moment before doing as I said. Once he’d undone the rope, he sat on the bed, and I didn’t wait another second, I moved to sit in his lap. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and brushed a kiss over his lips.
“Where did you go?” I whispered.
He blinked; surprised. But he wasn’t honest with me. “I’m right here, darlin’.”
I slowly shook my head. “No, Nash, you’re here physically, but your mind, your soul, left for a moment there.”
His eyes widened. He didn’t speak straight away, but then he floored me. His arms tightened around me and he said, “I like to fuck, Velvet. And a woman’s pleasure is just as important to me as my own. But with you, I care more about your pleasure. And I don’t know what the fuck to make of that, baby.”
It was my turn to blink. I was speechless so I just smiled at him. His words scared the hell out of me just as much as they made me feel so damn good about myself, about what was happening between us.
“Does that freak you the fuck out like it does me?” he whispered.
A shiver ran down my back. Nash’s honesty meant so much to me; I’d never been with a man who wasn’t afraid to share his innermost thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah, baby, it does.”
His lips crashed down onto mine and we lost ourselves in a kiss that said the words that neither of us could say. It was in that moment that I finally acknowledged just how easily I could fall for this man. And I also gave myself the permission to fall. I didn’t know where we would end up, but I knew he was the one to take a chance on.
Nash ended the kiss and murmured, “We need a condom, sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck you hard. You up for that?”
He had no idea. “I’m always up for that.”
Nash didn’t need to be told twice; he moved me off him and left me to find what he was looking for. While he was up, he turned the music up louder. He’d made it so loud that I doubted I would be able to hear him talk.
I watched him put the condom on, and then he positioned himself over me, his cock hitting my entrance. My body thrummed, more than ready to have him in me. He’d meant what he said about fucking me hard; a moment later, without warning, he thrust inside me. My eyes squeezed shut at the sensations he caused. I’d waited all day to have him back in me, and he’d teased me to the point of madness. To finally have his cock was like a long sigh of delicious happiness.
He grunted, and pulled out before thrusting hard and fast again. I moaned, and he set a relentless pace of thrusting in and out. My legs gripped so hard onto him to keep up that I knew my muscles would be screaming at me tomorrow.
Between the music that was made for fucking, his grunts of pleasure and his cock giving me what I needed, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Nash had managed to captivate every single sense of mine and I was focused solely on reaching my orgasm. However, he stopped what he was doing for a moment and my pussy cried out for him. I didn’t have to worry though; he gripped my hips and flipped me over before pulling me up onto my hand and knees. His cock entered me again and I screamed out his name at how good it felt. He resumed his maddening pace, filling me completely with every thrust. I began panting; he’d brought me so close.