Authors: Delphine Dryden
Tangled Truth (12 page)
“Bend over, honey. On the table.” He pushed gently, and Eva
gave a groaning laugh as she braced her legs and bent gracefully at the hips,
then let herself flop the last inch or so to rest her cheek, shoulders and
belly on the tabletop.
“I forgot to tell you some things about my outfit tonight,”
she whispered conspiratorially, already half lost in the happy place the ropes
led her to.
“Things? Like what, am I going to need special tools to get
you out of it or something?” He ran his fingers between her flexed shoulder
blades, over the woven knots that joined her hands over the small of her back,
and then down into the red-clad cleft between her buttocks.
Then he ran his fingers over that spot again, then his
entire hand, with a dawning grin.
“Oh, holy fuck, have you been dressed like this all night
and I never even realized?” With a lot less ceremony than he had originally
intended, Drew jerked the soft folds of her skirt up around her waist and made
a gurgling, incoherent noise of pleasure at what he found.
A black garter belt, clipped to a wide band of lace atop
each slim thigh, topping the sheerest black stockings ever. And above that,
perfectly outlining each deliciously curved hip and cheek, a lacy black pair of
the fabulous tanga panties. Only a thin strip passed between her legs, and that
was easily pushed to one side. He tucked it carefully down next to her pussy
and then just stood, admiring for a long moment.
He ran his hands over every place that lace met skin,
avoiding only the one place Eva obviously wanted his hands to be, until she was
begging and writhing toward him.
“No, honey,” he said sweetly, soothingly, pressing a hand
carefully over her helpless wrists. “Be still, let me touch you.”
“I can’t be still,” she whimpered. Her voice sounded as
disheveled and sexy as the rest of her, and it was nearly as effective as a
tongue running over Drew’s cock. “I need you.”
He bit his lip and ran a possessive hand over the curve of
her ass again, finally letting one thumb trace along the shining wet opening
that beckoned him. Then an index finger, and then two fingers, tracing down to
circle her clit as slowly as he could force himself to go.
When she bucked into his palm, he gave up on patience and
freed his cock within a few seconds flat, barely getting the condom rolled over
the tip before working himself into her welcoming heat. She shuddered, and he
scrolled the band of latex higher on his length and stroked a little deeper,
astonished by the pang of need that stabbed at him.
“Drew, please! Now, please now!”
Need, and something more, as the condom finally sheathed him
and he finally sheathed himself fully in Eva’s body. It was horrible and
wonderful and absolute, a kind of madness. It felt like he could never get
enough, but he couldn’t help trying. One hand on her hip, the other on the rope
around her delicate wrists, he lunged into her as deeply as he could, startling
a sharp breath from her.
“Deep,” she moaned, but didn’t tell him to stop. He did it
again, wishing it could be more, wishing he could somehow merge the two of
them, and experiencing something like pain at the knowledge that it was
impossible. Another thrust and Eva came, pressing a scream into the table
beneath her. Her hands grabbed at the air, then found his sleeve and clung
tight, as her pussy clung tight around him, and Drew lost his mind to the
pounding that swept him into his climax long before he was ready.
And then it was over, but it wasn’t. He was still inside
her, still holding her, and she was still coming down from her orgasm in a
series of clenching tremors that made Drew’s balls pull up tight in an almost
painful spasm of remembered arousal. He leaned over, resting on his elbows, covering
her and pressing kisses to her shoulders as her trembling eased.
He was in a room full of pictures of her, tied up and all
but naked, but none of those images stood up for even a second against the real
thing. The pictures were sexy, but Eva was…
everything
.
“I approve of this outfit,” he finally said, his lips
against the vertebra at the very base of her neck. Her laugh made her move
under him, reminding him to keep his weight off her arms. He stood up
reluctantly, expecting her to stand as well, but to his surprise Eva didn’t
move. She shifted her cheek against the table, turning her head just enough to
look at him.
“Drew?”
“Yes?”
“I’d definitely say the evening was a success.”
About the Author
After earning two graduate degrees, practicing law awhile
and then working for the public school system for over ten years, Delphine
finally got a clue. She tossed all that aside and started doing what she should
have been doing all along, writing novels! In hindsight she could see the
decision was a no-brainer. Because which sounds like more fun? Being a
lawyer/special educator/reading specialist/educational diagnostician…or writing
spicy romances?
When not writing or doing “mommy stuff”, Delphine reads
voraciously, watches home improvement shows, noodles around with html and css
coding, and plays computer games with her darling (and very romantic) husband.
She is fortunate enough to have two absurdly precocious children and two rotten
but endearing rescued mutts.
Delphine and her family are all Texas natives, and reside in
unapologetic suburban bliss near Houston.
Delphine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her
author bio page
at
www.ellorascave.com
.
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You
can email us at
[email protected]
.
Also by
Delphine Dryden
1-800-DOM-help:
Roses and Chains
Truth
& Lies 1: How to Tell a Lie
Print books by Delphine Dryden
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the
multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or
paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic
reading experience that will leave you breathless.