complaints since.”
“You're really that good?” I was relaxing enough to tease him back.
“I can prove it if you want me to.”
Hmmm, maybe this was the way to get what I wanted without having to directly ask for it. “Maybe you should prove it. I’m from the ‘Show Me State,’ after all.”
He laughed again and tweaked my nipple. “That’s Missouri. You’re from Ohio.”
Damn that stupid high school that introduced him to his first girlfriend and taught him geography. I squirmed as his fingers teased my nipple, alternating between rubbing and tugging on the stiff peak. He leaned over and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
Now one nipple was caught between his lips and the other in his hand. I was definitely squirming on the bed. He sucked, hard, and I moaned deep in my throat. But then he stopped. “Tell me you want me to show you the best night—I mean, Saturday morning—of your life.”
I arched into his touch. I sank the fingers of one hand into his hair and stared into his eyes. The sexy twinkle there made me want to tease him. I licked my lips and said, “I’ll never admit that.”
In an instant, his hands were at my sides, tickling me without mercy. I shrieked with laughter. “Shhh,” he said, though he was laughing, too. “You can’t get too loud or I’ll have to gag you with your panties.”
Though I didn’t want him to do that, the thought definitely turned me on. I clamped my lips shut, but giggles still leaked through as he kept tickling me. He climbed on top of me, and for a moment it was a full-on wrestling match. I railed out with my arms, my legs, but he matched me move for move. He was so strong. The weight of his body pinning me down was so erotic.
After a few minutes of delicious squirming and writhing under him, he ended up with one knee pressed between my legs, holding them open. My wrists were pinned above my head with his left hand. He snatched up the silky sash with his free hand and trailed it across my chest. Somehow it tickled even more than his hands had.
I wiggled and ground myself against his knee between my legs. “Cut it out,” I said with very little conviction.
His face was smug. He had me trapped, and he knew it. “I can do this all day, babe,” he said draping the smooth fabric down my side and then to my waist. “But if you have a better use for this belt, you let me know, okay?”
He tilted his head down and bit at my bottom lip while he continued to move the silk sash all over me. I squirmed under the maddeningly light caress. He was such a tease. I didn’t want this light touching, I wanted more. I had to have it.
“Please, Luke.” Anything to stop that erotic torment.
“Please what? Did you come up with a different way for me to use this?” He held the belt up for a moment, and then let the end touch my abs and trail down toward my pelvis. God, it tickled. And it made the ache between my legs grow. I wanted him so much.
“Please …”
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Please tie me up.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he said, kissing me briefly. He quickly bound my wrists together and then tied them to the post on the far right of the headboard. I tugged at the bonds. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, but I thought I could probably twist out of it if I tried long enough. That was somehow reassuring even though I was far more excited than worried about what Luke was going to do next.
He grasped my hips and lifted, positioning me diagonally across the bed. I loved the way he could manhandle me, lifting and moving me as if I were weightless. With my arms stretched out above my head, I felt exposed but incredibly turned on.
Luke straddled my waist, again supporting most of his weight with his legs. His stiff cock pointed toward my breasts. I couldn’t help staring at the swollen purple head. “Nice to see that I’ve got your attention,” Luke observed.
He
“You're really that good?” I was relaxing enough to tease him back.
“I can prove it if you want me to.”
Hmmm, maybe this was the way to get what I wanted without having to directly ask for it. “Maybe you should prove it. I’m from the ‘Show Me State,’ after all.”
He laughed again and tweaked my nipple. “That’s Missouri. You’re from Ohio.”
Damn that stupid high school that introduced him to his first girlfriend and taught him geography. I squirmed as his fingers teased my nipple, alternating between rubbing and tugging on the stiff peak. He leaned over and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
Now one nipple was caught between his lips and the other in his hand. I was definitely squirming on the bed. He sucked, hard, and I moaned deep in my throat. But then he stopped. “Tell me you want me to show you the best night—I mean, Saturday morning—of your life.”
I arched into his touch. I sank the fingers of one hand into his hair and stared into his eyes. The sexy twinkle there made me want to tease him. I licked my lips and said, “I’ll never admit that.”
In an instant, his hands were at my sides, tickling me without mercy. I shrieked with laughter. “Shhh,” he said, though he was laughing, too. “You can’t get too loud or I’ll have to gag you with your panties.”
Though I didn’t want him to do that, the thought definitely turned me on. I clamped my lips shut, but giggles still leaked through as he kept tickling me. He climbed on top of me, and for a moment it was a full-on wrestling match. I railed out with my arms, my legs, but he matched me move for move. He was so strong. The weight of his body pinning me down was so erotic.
After a few minutes of delicious squirming and writhing under him, he ended up with one knee pressed between my legs, holding them open. My wrists were pinned above my head with his left hand. He snatched up the silky sash with his free hand and trailed it across my chest. Somehow it tickled even more than his hands had.
I wiggled and ground myself against his knee between my legs. “Cut it out,” I said with very little conviction.
His face was smug. He had me trapped, and he knew it. “I can do this all day, babe,” he said draping the smooth fabric down my side and then to my waist. “But if you have a better use for this belt, you let me know, okay?”
He tilted his head down and bit at my bottom lip while he continued to move the silk sash all over me. I squirmed under the maddeningly light caress. He was such a tease. I didn’t want this light touching, I wanted more. I had to have it.
“Please, Luke.” Anything to stop that erotic torment.
“Please what? Did you come up with a different way for me to use this?” He held the belt up for a moment, and then let the end touch my abs and trail down toward my pelvis. God, it tickled. And it made the ache between my legs grow. I wanted him so much.
“Please …”
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“Please tie me up.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he said, kissing me briefly. He quickly bound my wrists together and then tied them to the post on the far right of the headboard. I tugged at the bonds. The belt was pulled tight around my wrists, but I thought I could probably twist out of it if I tried long enough. That was somehow reassuring even though I was far more excited than worried about what Luke was going to do next.
He grasped my hips and lifted, positioning me diagonally across the bed. I loved the way he could manhandle me, lifting and moving me as if I were weightless. With my arms stretched out above my head, I felt exposed but incredibly turned on.
Luke straddled my waist, again supporting most of his weight with his legs. His stiff cock pointed toward my breasts. I couldn’t help staring at the swollen purple head. “Nice to see that I’ve got your attention,” Luke observed.
He
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