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“Lewis.”

“Yes?”

“You, er, you don’t need to use a condom for contraceptive purposes.” I spoke facing my right. Which was where I presumed he was standing.

“I don’t?” There was an element of surprise in his voice.

“No, I’m on the pill.”

Silence stretched between us. I wondered if I should elaborate and tell him it was to control a shot-to-hell menstrual cycle but decided not to spoil the moment.

Eventually he spoke again. “I’m clean, I get a medical every two months. They test for everything, including aliens up my ass.”

I suppressed a giggle. “Me too. In fact, it’s been quite a while since I…you know.” Damn, why could I feel my cheeks flaring with heat?

“What?”

“Since I’ve been with anyone.”

He was back over me, his body heat burning onto my skin and his soapy, male scent filling my nostrils. “Then let’s go for flesh on flesh. What do you think?”

“Yes.” I crossed my legs and squirmed, tried to give my tingling clit some pressure.

“But,” he said, kissing across my cheek and into the shell of my ear, “just because you’ve only had a vibrator for company doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”

I arched my back and twisted my neck, hoped he’d carry on kissing downward and sending those needles of bliss firing around my body. “Needs must,” I managed. “And actually, Big Ben has coped quite admirably considering he’s just a bit of silicone.”

He stopped kissing me. “Big Ben?”

“Yes.” I tugged my arms, wanting to hold him. Was thrilled anew when I realized how helpless and trussed up I was.

“You named your vibrator?” He sounded incredulous.

“Yes, I needed someone’s name to call out when I came.”

He chuckled. “Well I’m glad you told me. If you’d shouted for Big Ben during the throes of climax I might have felt inadequate.” He was kissing my neck again, tickling my skin until it hummed beneath his soft lips and gentle breaths.

“I think you know full well that you’re more than adequate.”

“Kind of you to say so.”

He kissed and sucked and licked his way over my collarbone and down my chest to my breasts. I lay there, sacrificial almost, committing every wonderful sensation to memory so I could pull it out at a later date and enjoy it all over again. Lewis Tate was a man who knew how to tease a nipple. I groaned and pushed my chest up for more and was rewarded with a deep suckle. Within the suck he twirled and tugged, creating a moan in my throat that bubbled up of its own accord.

He mimicked his actions on my other breast, using his fingers to tweak and stimulate. It was as though my breasts had doubled in size. Engorged and turned on, hyper-aware of every caress.

I tossed my head from side to side, understanding the reason for the blindfold. Having that one sense taken away had heightened all my others.

His skin was brushing mine, the fuzz of hairs on his forearms feathering over my abdomen. I could only imagine what we must look like. Me on the bed, arms wide and him hovering over me, butt naked and beautiful as he gorged on my tits.

Slowly his attentions drifted south. My pussy reacted by clenching and my clit twitched. Was he really going to kiss me down there?

It had been so long. I couldn’t even remember when…

“Honey, open up.” He nudged at my thighs.

I parted my legs. Cool air washed over my pussy and I was again glad of the blindfold.

Just enjoy.

 He settled between my legs. Pressed his wide shoulders to my inner thighs as he scooped his palms under my buttocks and lifted, making me feel even more exposed.

“Lewis,” I gasped.

“So pretty, so wet for me,” he murmured, nuzzling into my pubic hair and breathing deep.

I pressed my face into my upstretched arm; I could practically feel juice gliding down my folds.

“I’m going to taste you now, the way you did me in the cathedral,” he said. “I’m going to fill up on your wonderful flavor.”

Oh, Jesus. Horny words like that were just making me flood faster. “Yes, yes,” I said, impatience now stabbing at me. “Please.”

What felt like the flat of his tongue stroked through my folds, top to bottom and back up again. Luxuriously, languidly, scooping through every nook and crevice.

I groaned and parted my legs further, needing everything he could give me and more. “Oh, oh,” I said. “Yes, please, like that.”

He repeated the process, only this time the tip of his tongue darted through my fleshy folds and sought out my clit. I balled my hands into fists, yanked at the binds and curled forward. “Fuck, I’m still so sensitive,” I gasped.

“That’s the idea,” he said then started up a wicked combination of sucking and circling my clit. Using his tongue to fret and tickle, building me up, driving me to the point where only his tongue and my clit existed in the universe.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, an orgasm careering toward me. So fast, another few sucks and flicks and it would be there.

He stopped. I sensed him shifting, sitting up between my legs.

“No, I said don’t stop,” I wailed.

“And I told you,” he said slowly and with more than a hint of triumph, “I’m in control of your pleasure. You’ll come when I decide you can.”

“No, oh please, Lewis. I was so close.” Through the blindfold I glared at him.

He was touching me again, between my legs. But not my clit. Just my pussy lips, circling and smoothing the copious amounts of moisture around, mixing his saliva with my juice. I felt him penetrate me, two or maybe three fingers pushed into my pussy.

I clenched my internal muscles. Pulled him in, welcomed him. He began to pump gently, his fingertips stroking over my G-spot. Again I curled forward, dragging on the ties holding me to the bed and feeling them tighten on my wrists. I pulled my knees upward, displaying myself wantonly for his eyes.

“Ah, honey, that’s it, so fucking horny,” he said.

I was horny, really fucking horny, and he had made me this way. Twitching my hips in time with his thrusting fingers, I sought out that first step to climax again, this time using the pressure on my G-spot to create the spark. He was good, damn good, pulling the pressure downward with each stroke, making it feel like I needed to pee, though I knew I didn’t.

Within a minute I was panting again, a wonderful deep orgasm blooming in my pelvis.

He stopped. This time he actually got off the bed. The mattress jostled then settled.

“Lewis,” I howled, knotting my legs, trying to trap the pleasure and tip myself over the edge by squeezing my thighs together.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, grabbing my ankles and easing them apart. “What bit of when
I decide
didn’t you get?”

“Lewis, please, more, I need so much more.” I tossed my head forward and then slammed it backward onto the pillow. My pussy felt empty but engorged, hot and wet, yet cooling rapidly as he kept my legs apart.

“Ah, now this is what I like about the Presidential Suite, Nicky. No one can hear your pleas for more.”

“What are you, some kind of sadist?”

He chuckled, moved over me and touched his lips to mine. “Not at all. I just know the more I tease you the more intense it will be when I finally let you come.”

“I want to come now. Please don’t tease me anymore. I’ve never teased you.” I wanted to cry with frustration.

“You really believe that?” He cupped my breast, tweaked my nipple.

The stimulation sizzled down to my clit. I moaned.

“Nicky,” he said, his legs now keeping mine apart. “Have you really no idea what hearing your vibrator did to me in the elevator that time?”

“No.”

“It was all I could think of when I got to my room. You with your sexy little body, playing with yourself, pleasuring yourself. I have to say I was damned jealous of Big Ben, and if that isn’t teasing I don’t know what is.”

“Well I hardly meant for that to happen, did I?” Moisture was building up under my eyelids. I could feel his cock, brushing over my hip, the tip a little sticky with moisture, the shaft rigid and hot.

“And then that bikini. Fuck. It took nearly an hour for my hard-on to subside. Pretty embarrassing when I was sitting with my team who were all wearing their swim trunks. That could have really gone the wrong way for me, if you know what I mean.”

He was talking, but I was only half listening. I wriggled and writhed and managed to get my legs hooked around the back of his thighs and his cock almost in position.

“Please fuck me.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I was well past dignity. I just needed to come and I needed to come now. “Lewis, please, fuck me now. Let me come.”

Daylight hit my retinas. I blinked rapidly and looked up at his handsome face looming over me. His mouth was set tight, his eyes dark with lust. His cheekbones still held that rosy color.

“You really want me to give it to you?”

“Yes, yes, you know I do.”

He reared backward, grabbed my legs and spread them so wide my hips complained at the stretch. I was as open as I could possibly be.

He angled his cock at my entrance. My breaths were hard to catch; his chest was rising and falling rapidly too.

In one wild plunge he forged in, right to the hilt. Flung his head back and groaned long and abandoned. The noise echoed around the high ceiling and vibrated through my body.

I cried out. I’d been impaled and it was glorious. So full, so possessed.

“Fuck that feels amazing without a condom,” he said, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was imbedded in me. “You’re so wet and silky smooth around my dick.”

“Hot,” I panted. “You’re so hot…”

He tunneled in again. I lay there, wide open and helpless. My arms trussed and my legs held apart by him. The way my pelvis tilted meant curling my back made no difference to my position. I was at Lewis’ mercy, and it seemed he was intent on giving me one hell of a good fucking.

At last.

Soon he was going at a steady rhythm. Plunging deep each time then practically pulling out. The way this stroked my G-spot was exquisite and my longed-for climax was building again.

Staring up at him, I tensed my arms and fought my bindings. The need to touch him, feel his strength and absorb his power was instinctive, primitive. It was torture not being able to run my hands over his taut muscles and smooth golden flesh.

“Oh, Lewis,” I wailed, watching a drip of sweat bead in the hollow of his throat.

“Come for me,” he ordered, dropping forward, just a little, just enough to apply pressure to my clit.

That was it. I spun into ecstasy. Lights flashed before my eyes, even though they were open. My body went rigid, every nerve and fiber contracting. My breath was trapped in my lungs and my heart beat dangerously fast. I was spinning, free-falling into heavenly release. I clamped around his cock, adoring having no condom separating us.

“Ah, yes, fuck you look beautiful when you come,” he said, his teeth clenched and his nostrils flaring.

“Come with me,” I wailed. “Now.”

He suddenly dropped my legs and rested right down over me, his weight on his elbows, his nose touching mine.