waiting for you.”
“Meghan, I…” Peter pulled the book from her hand. “You’ve been looking at it?” His gaze roamed from the book to her eyes.
Her fingers moved on their own volition, reaching up to caress the firm muscles of his chest. “Peter, I’m sorry. It was very shortsighted of me not to listen to you this morning.”
“No, Meggie. I shouldn’t have jumped you like that.” He held the book up. “This isn’t something couples just plunge into. It should be discussed and negotiated and discussed some more.”
“Well, then, I’d like to discuss page seventy-eight.” Meghan stretched up on her toes and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth.
“You don’t have to…”
“No, I don’t have to do anything, but after I calmed down and thought about it, I realized there are probably a lot of couples who find this very satisfying.” She kissed his goofy grin. “And Jules said she and Damon…”
“You talked to your sister about it?” He laughed even as he pulled her to him. “How we men face each other, knowing nothing is sacred among the Tilling sisters, is beyond me.”
Meghan ground her pubic bone against his growing erection. “As I was saying, Jules said it can be fun and add a little spice to things.”
The room spun pleasantly as Peter scooped her into his arms. “Well, if your older sister gave her blessing, who am I to deny my fiancée the thrill of domination?”
* * * *
As many times as he’d made love to Meghan, she still heated his blood and made Peter’s mouth dry with want. Now here she was, trusting him to fulfill both their fantasies. Strapped naked to their bed, her flawless skin looked luminescent against the deep blue of the comforter.
He ran his fingers under the ropes coiled around her thighs, following the lead up to her tiny waist, making sure the tension was tight enough to restrict movement, but not uncomfortable. Her hips lifted as he ran his hand over the creamy skin of her belly and tangled his fingers in the thick curls of her sex. Already her nether lips were swollen and moisture glistened in the light of the bedside lamp. God, she was beautiful and needy—and all his. He tugged on her pubic hair, and she moaned. He spanked her hip.
“No noise. Nothing.” He’d told her not to talk, not to utter a sound unless he gave her permission, but the low moan of desire keening from her lips heated his blood. There was nothing he wanted in this world save for this woman and the knowledge that she trusted him in a way he never expected.
Peter checked the supplies they had gathered. Two leather belts, a feather boa from a Halloween costume, another coil of rope, several ties pulled from their bathrobes, and a vibrator. Not many toys to play with, but they would have to do for this first foray into a new realm of sexual fantasy.
Walking around the bed, he could only stare at his lovely fiancée. Just the sight of Meghan helpless and at his mercy could make him come. His cock jumped. He was so hard and ready. All he would need to do was plunge into her hot depths and release would be his, but he would have to wait. Her pleasure would come first.
Peter checked the ropes binding each wrist to the leg at the head and foot of the bed. They had positioned Meghan so her head hung over the side of the mattress, making her tits stand up proudly. The pearled peaks of her nipples begged for attention, and that was where he’d focus first. He bent close to her face, the curve of her throat inviting him to savor the taste of her, which he did.
“Comfortable, my love?”
Meghan nodded, but didn’t speak. She had taken on the part of submissive as soon as they entered the bedroom and she seemed to be enjoying her role in the fantasy as much as he.
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Lollipop.”
“Lickable sugar, just like you.” Peter’s teeth grazed her neck, and his tongue followed to sooth. He laid the silk scarf over her eyes and tied
“Meghan, I…” Peter pulled the book from her hand. “You’ve been looking at it?” His gaze roamed from the book to her eyes.
Her fingers moved on their own volition, reaching up to caress the firm muscles of his chest. “Peter, I’m sorry. It was very shortsighted of me not to listen to you this morning.”
“No, Meggie. I shouldn’t have jumped you like that.” He held the book up. “This isn’t something couples just plunge into. It should be discussed and negotiated and discussed some more.”
“Well, then, I’d like to discuss page seventy-eight.” Meghan stretched up on her toes and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth.
“You don’t have to…”
“No, I don’t have to do anything, but after I calmed down and thought about it, I realized there are probably a lot of couples who find this very satisfying.” She kissed his goofy grin. “And Jules said she and Damon…”
“You talked to your sister about it?” He laughed even as he pulled her to him. “How we men face each other, knowing nothing is sacred among the Tilling sisters, is beyond me.”
Meghan ground her pubic bone against his growing erection. “As I was saying, Jules said it can be fun and add a little spice to things.”
The room spun pleasantly as Peter scooped her into his arms. “Well, if your older sister gave her blessing, who am I to deny my fiancée the thrill of domination?”
* * * *
As many times as he’d made love to Meghan, she still heated his blood and made Peter’s mouth dry with want. Now here she was, trusting him to fulfill both their fantasies. Strapped naked to their bed, her flawless skin looked luminescent against the deep blue of the comforter.
He ran his fingers under the ropes coiled around her thighs, following the lead up to her tiny waist, making sure the tension was tight enough to restrict movement, but not uncomfortable. Her hips lifted as he ran his hand over the creamy skin of her belly and tangled his fingers in the thick curls of her sex. Already her nether lips were swollen and moisture glistened in the light of the bedside lamp. God, she was beautiful and needy—and all his. He tugged on her pubic hair, and she moaned. He spanked her hip.
“No noise. Nothing.” He’d told her not to talk, not to utter a sound unless he gave her permission, but the low moan of desire keening from her lips heated his blood. There was nothing he wanted in this world save for this woman and the knowledge that she trusted him in a way he never expected.
Peter checked the supplies they had gathered. Two leather belts, a feather boa from a Halloween costume, another coil of rope, several ties pulled from their bathrobes, and a vibrator. Not many toys to play with, but they would have to do for this first foray into a new realm of sexual fantasy.
Walking around the bed, he could only stare at his lovely fiancée. Just the sight of Meghan helpless and at his mercy could make him come. His cock jumped. He was so hard and ready. All he would need to do was plunge into her hot depths and release would be his, but he would have to wait. Her pleasure would come first.
Peter checked the ropes binding each wrist to the leg at the head and foot of the bed. They had positioned Meghan so her head hung over the side of the mattress, making her tits stand up proudly. The pearled peaks of her nipples begged for attention, and that was where he’d focus first. He bent close to her face, the curve of her throat inviting him to savor the taste of her, which he did.
“Comfortable, my love?”
Meghan nodded, but didn’t speak. She had taken on the part of submissive as soon as they entered the bedroom and she seemed to be enjoying her role in the fantasy as much as he.
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Lollipop.”
“Lickable sugar, just like you.” Peter’s teeth grazed her neck, and his tongue followed to sooth. He laid the silk scarf over her eyes and tied
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