Unwound

Ronin pumped his pelvis, and her hand sped up.

Yes. Yes. Fuck. Almost . . . He ignored any embarrassment about being a two-pump chump when his balls drew up. He couldn’t make a sound when come pulsed out of his c**k in hot waves. Each firm pull . . . Fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came for what felt like a solid minute.

As soon as his head and his balls stopped buzzing, he sighed.

He heard several shutter clicks.

When had she let go of his junk and grabbed her camera? “Amery—”

“That shot was strictly for me.” She swept soft kisses across his lips as she spoke. When he attempted to deepen the kiss, she retreated. “Have I mentioned how dangerously sexy you look even all tied up, Master Black?”

“Several times. Now it’s time to untie me.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I like having you at my mercy.”

A rumbling noise started in his chest, and he realized it was a growl. “You trying to get me to tap out?”

“No. But there is a second part to my plan.”

Ronin wiggled impatiently. A length of rope brushed his thumbs. He maneuvered the rope between his index finger and thumb and tugged. He felt the knot give and the bindings loosen.

Oh, sweetheart, rookie rope mistake.

Somehow he managed not to grin.

Amery stepped between his legs and placed his chin between her br**sts. Then she slipped the blindfold off.

He blinked at her. He angled his face and put his lips on the upper curve of her breast. “Take your shirt off. Bra too. I want my mouth on you now.”

“I believe I’m calling the shots.”

Not for long. He’d undone the first rope wrap.

“You know how you always wanted me to masturbate for you? I think now would be the perfect time, don’t you?”

Ronin swept another openmouthed kiss on her breast. When he tried to snake his tongue into her bra cup, she jumped back, and he used her distraction to tug the second wrist wrap free. “Why are you ready to do that for me now? Have you been practicing in the weeks we were apart?”

“No.” Amery framed his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. She slid her palms over his skull and freed his hair from the ponytail. She messed with the damp strands until she’d arranged it to her liking. “In fact, I didn’t touch myself at all while we were apart.”

“Why not?”

She ducked her head away.

“Amery. Look at me.”

“I couldn’t even put my hands on my body. All I could think about was how badly I wanted your hands on me.”

“Baby.”

“The memory of you was more potent than a thirty-second buzz with my vibrator.”

She undid him with her honesty. As soon as he removed his bindings, he’d give her a hot new memory to add to the others.

“Right now, after all the things I’ve done to you, I’m wet and achy and I need . . .” She kissed his furrowed brow. “Now seems to be the right time to give you something you’ve always wanted from me.”

“All I ever wanted was you.”

“You’re sweet.”

Like hell he was sweet. He wanted to pin her to the floor and f**k her hard.

“Don’t judge me too harshly since this is my first public show.”

When she stepped back, Ronin said, “No peep show. If you’re doing this, do it naked. That way I get the full effect of your quivering girl parts and the breathtaking blush that spreads across every inch of your skin when you get off.”

Unabashed by his demand, Amery whipped off her tank top, reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

He finally unwound the last wrap. He inched his arms apart, and the rope fell to the floor. Rather than launching himself at her, he figured the element of surprise would work in his favor. He threaded his fingers together and clasped his hands behind his back.

Amery impatiently flipped her hair out of her face after she’d shimmied her yoga pants to her ankles.

“I love your body, baby. Keep going.”

“Wouldn’t it be sexier if I left my panties on?”

Ronin shook his head. “What would be hot is if you draped yourself across my lap. Your legs spread, your tits in my face. All I’d have to do is look down for a birds’-eye view of you stroking your pu**y. And my mouth is right there, if you need extra lube.”

“Handy.”

“I thought so.” Come on. Come just a little closer.

She squinted at him. “You’re wearing an awfully wolfish grin for a man who’s covered in wax with his hands bound.”

“I’m just happy to see you naked.” His gaze dipped to her mound. “And wet and walking toward me.”

“Hmm.” She glanced at his crotch and then back into his eyes. “Are you hard again?”

“Yes. What part of hot, naked woman in front of me is confusing to you? Because my c**k sure gets it.”

“I assumed you need recovery time.”

“When have I ever needed recovery time when it comes to you? Besides, you’re not the only one who went without.”

She froze. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t spank the monkey or grease the pole when we were apart either.” Ronin couldn’t tell her he’d always been a fight-or-fuck guy. If he was training to fight, he didn’t expend energy f**king.

Amery draped her legs over his, and he pressed his knees together, providing her more stability.