Her kiss became more heated, a partial loss of her own control and partly a planned move. One that worked. Sean’s surprise faded away as she traced his lips with her tongue. She tasted the sharp hint of scotch mixed with a flavor that was pure Sean and only Sean. She was unsure which was more intoxicating.
Finally, on a groan that echoed around her room, he grasped her waist and pulled her closer as he first returned her kiss, then tried to dominate it.
For a brief moment, Leah considered letting him. In Philadelphia, she rarely lost control, despite the past few days with Sean. One thing she’d learned in that time was that giving control over to the man she loved was pure, unadulterated pleasure. There was no doubt he’d lay her back on that bed, suckle and tease her to the brink and then take her over the edge again and again. She would cry out for mercy, then beg for captivity.
But if she surrendered, she wouldn’t be showing him how she felt. And that was what she wanted. More than anything, she wanted him to give himself over to her the same way she had done so many times to him. She wanted to make him moan. Beg.
Come.
“No.” She pulled away when he started to back her toward the bed. “Let me undress you first.”
A flicker of something intense and animal flashed in Sean’s eyes, but he released her. Leah drew in a breath of relief. She hadn’t really considered what she’d do if he refused her. If he’d kept kissing and touching her, she knew for damn sure she wouldn’t have been able to resist.
Shaking those thoughts away, she focused on her task at hand. Since he’d been working, Sean wore a pair of beige chinos and a casual, navy blue button down shirt. She ran her hands up the crisp cotton of the shirt, letting her fingers catch on each button as she marveled at how alive her senses had become since Sean had begun seducing each one in turn.
She could smell each element that made up his personal scent. His minty toothpaste, the musky maleness of his skin and the faint remainder of aftershave from that morning’s rituals. She definitely heard the rough rasp of his breathing as he tried to maintain the façade of calm he kept up so well. But she could tell by the catch in his breath that it was a losing battle.
Her touch was also enhanced. Sean’s muscles rippled under his shirt when she rolled her fingers over his chest. And when she started to work at the buttons, she was sure he shuddered.
But best was her sense of sight. Looking at Sean was like indulging in every one of her favorite desserts. From his ruffled dark hair to the smooth tan that seemed to make him glow, he was beautiful. Perfect.
And hers. Always hers. And maybe forever hers.
She slid her hands inside his shirt and slipped it slowly off his shoulders. His skin was hot against her palms and even hotter after she touched him. His desire was rising and she knew she’d find him at full attention when she finally got him out of the Dockers he wore so well.
She was nearly giddy with anticipation at just the thought. With shaking hands, she found his belt. As she worked the leather open, she glanced up. Sean met her gaze and held it, pulling her in without putting his hands on her.
Her hands fumbled as she finally got the belt open. The message in his eyes was clear. She was his. She was his and she would never really escape him again.
She didn’t want to.
She leaned up as she found the button on his fly. Her lips feathered against his, then pressed harder as tears filled her eyes.
“Sean,” she murmured against his mouth, breathing in his breath and feasting on his kiss. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”
His kiss faltered as he pulled back from her. He looked down and his eyes, while still hungry, reflected something else, as well. Something deeper, something yearning. And then his mouth was on her again and his arms were around her as she let his pants drop to the floor.
For a long moment she forgot about her plans and just kissed him. She kissed him with all her long repressed emotions. With all the love she’d once felt for him. And with all the love she felt for him again. He instantly gave her those emotions in return and she was in awe. Things had never been so intense between them before. Of course, before they hadn’t known how much they had to lose. Now that they did, both of them clawed to keep it.
When they finally broke apart, he looked as stunned and dizzy as she felt. He eased the tense mood with a half grin. “I feel a little silly standing here with my pants around my ankles.”
She laughed as she wiped away her tears. “Well, then you should step out of them and lay down on the bed.”
With a wicked grin, Sean did as he’d been told, kicking out of his clothes in a few short motions. When he was totally naked, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Leah drew a deep breath. “No, no. Lay down.”
His eyes widened, but he did as he’d been asked. When his head hit the pillow, he looked up at her with a crooked eyebrow. “Satin sheets?”
“You noticed.” She smiled as she slipped closer. “I had them put on the bed just for tonight. And now…”
She sank down beside him. As he reached for her, she slipped his hand in the velvet restraint she had attached to the bedpost. Before he could argue, she caught the opposite hand, as well and he was firmly in her trap.
***
Sean’s initial response was to pull against the velvet ropes that bound him. He didn’t like being out of control, even though he had to admit the feel of the sumptuous velvet against his wrists and the idea of being at Leah’s utter mercy weren’t so bad.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he tugged one last time against the ties. Of course, Leah, Girl Scout as she had once been, had made the perfect knots when tying the restraints to her headboard. There would no escape by brute force.
“I told you,” she whispered as she leaned over him and let her hair tickle his chest. “Tonight’s fantasy is about your sense of control. I plan to make you lose it entirely.”
“You think so, huh?” He shut his eyes as he tried to maintain what she was trying to take. The front he was putting up for her benefit was rapidly crumbling. “Are you sure you won’t lose control first?”
She leaned closer until her breath heated his lips. “Absolutely sure. You’ll beg me long before I’ll beg you.”
He arched an eyebrow even as his already rock hard cock stiffened to an almost painful degree. “That’s a challenge I’m willing to take.”
She shook her head with a smile as she looked him up and down. Her eyes caressed, captured, owned as she took in every inch of him. Then she met his gaze again and slowly and deliberately licked her lips.
Before Sean could groan, she crawled up onto the bed, pushing his legs apart so she could kneel between them. Once she had herself in position, she leaned forward for a long, hot kiss. Just as he’d settled himself into it, she moved her mouth away, trailing it ever so slowly down the muscled column of his neck and to his shoulders. She licked and nipped his skin as her fingers played a teasing game with his chest.
“I love your shoulders,” she said with a sigh. “I love how broad they are. And I love how you look like a normal man, a totally hot man, but normal, until I get you naked. And then it’s like… pow! Superman.”
She accentuated her statement by taking one nipple between her lips. She rolled her tongue around the ridge, flicking it with the tip until desire was coursing through Sean’s body at an out of control rate. Then she sucked him and blood surged hot to every place that turned Sean on, even ones he hadn’t known existed.
“Leah,” he whispered, longing to plunge his fingers into her hair, to suckle her nipples until she was as wild with need as he was.
Her eyes came up with a flicker of triumph. “Are you begging me, Mr. Dalton?”
He pursed his lips though he couldn’t control the half smile her comment elicited. “No, ma’am. Just thinking how I’d like to do the same to you.”
“Well, you can’t,” she said softly as she returned to her work. “Not yet.”
He arched a little under her exploring mouth, but managed to find enough of his voice to say, “It’s too bad. Because your nipples taste like ripe berries. And when I run my tongue between your breasts and you moan, it’s like heaven.”
With a shiver, her eyes came up again, this time in alarm. “Am I going to have to gag you, as well?”
Sean smiled. “Can’t take it? Because I could describe making love to you all night. Like the way it feels when I plunge inside you. Feel you flex hot and wet around my-”
He would have gone on, but she halted him by throwing herself onto his body and kissing him until he couldn’t remember any words but ‘yes’. A word he used copiously as she rocked against him.
“Is that called losing control?” he asked with a smile when she finally pulled back.
“No, it’s called shutting you up,” she murmured as she slid back down his body, dragging her tongue down his stomach as she went. His muscles twitched of their own accord. “And if you try seducing me with dirty talk again, I
will
get a gag.”
A retort was on the tip of his tongue, but he never got to voice it. Before he could, she brought her mouth a few inches lower and suddenly took his cock into her mouth. Sean sank his teeth into his lower lip to hold back a gasp of pleasure, but couldn’t keep his hips from raising up, from pushing his erection further between her lips.
She held him in her mouth for a brief moment, staring up at him with wicked green eyes that were so dark with passion that they were almost black. Then she moved, working her mouth all the way to the hilt then sliding her way back up as she swirled her tongue around him in slow, tight circle.
“You’re mine,” she whispered as she pulled her mouth off him with a soft pop of suction. “Say it.”
He glared down at her, his cock tingling with a need for her to continue. To be inside of her wherever she chose to put him.
“I’m yours,” he ground out.
“And whatever happens next,” she said softly as she brushed her hair back and forth over the swollen head of his penis. “You’ll always be mine, right?”
Sean smiled and it wasn’t forced. Didn’t she get it? “Honey, I’ve always been yours. Can’t change the facts.”
The wicked taunting in her stare faded, softened in the pale glow of candlelight and moonlight that streamed through her open window. With a smile, she dropped her mouth back on him and he knew she wouldn’t taunt him anymore. What happened next would be give more than take.
And it was going to rock his world.
He was right. Leah built him to a fever pitch, but she did it slowly, easing her mouth up and down until he could hardly hold back the explosion that already had him on the edge of blacking out with pleasure.
“Leah,” he warned, pulling against the ties. “You’ve got it. My control. I surrender. Just please, please-”
She smiled and he saw her triumph. She’d made him beg like he’d made her beg so many times. And he couldn’t have been happier to throw himself on her mercy.
Without a word, she reached up and pulled one of his hands free from the velvet restraints. He had the other loose with lightning speed and before she could say anything, he delved his hands into her hair and pulled her up his body for a kiss. As he made love to her mouth, darting his tongue in and out between her lips as he wanted to do with his cock, she moaned, grinding her hips against his so that the silky fabric of her teddy rubbed against him.
He stopped kissing her just long enough to push his fingers under the delicate straps of the black lace. He met her eyes while he pulled them down, following the path they took with his mouth until finally his teeth nipped at her nipple and she tilted her head back with a sigh.
As he suckled her nipples, switching back and forth between the two until she was shivering with desire, he glided his hand down the apex of her body. When he reached the area between her thighs he found wet heat waiting there for him. With little pretense, he shoved the tiny scrap of satin aside and pressed his thumb against her clit.
Her sighs changed as he massaged her, from long and satisfied to short and breathless. She gripped at his upper arms, clawing at him to go faster or slower. He knew which one by instinct, by judging the way a soft flush began between her breasts and worked its way up her neck.
Finally, with a cry, her body clenched and she wailed out an orgasm. Before she could finish, he guided her above his cock and thrust up, allowing the last of her body’s spasms to massage his throbbing erection.
She rocked against him, her motions erratic and animal as she clung to his neck and rode him out. Only when he kissed her did her movements settle down and she found a softer, slower rhythm that he felt he could share with her forever. For a lifetime.
Sean lifted into her thrusts, holding himself as steady and calmly as he could when she was staring down into his eyes and taking him all the way inside her, then slowly out. Though she was still trying to torture him, he could see the torture was just as difficult for her. Her eyes began to glaze and her pace faltered as she neared the edge a second time. He stroked hair off her face and watched her expression change as she went from being at the brink to falling.
Her face contracted with pleasure and he felt his own do the same. With a primal yell, he allowed his release to join with hers until she collapsed onto his chest in a sweaty, panting heap.