No Place Like Home: The Coming Home Series, Book 1 by Jennifer Kacey Page B

nightstand. Then he picked up the handcuffs. “Give me your wrists.”
    Her smile brightened his heart. “I’ve never had handcuffs put on me before.”
    “This is very serious.” He delivered it deadpan. “No laughing. Very serious.”
    She tried unsuccessfully to stop giggling, but it didn’t work for her.
    He snapped on the first cuff and it clicked into place.
    “Mmm. Cold.”
    “Like that, do you?” he asked as he bound her with the second cuff.
    “Kinky. It makes me…”
    He moved her arms up over her head and draped them off the end of the bed. “Makes you what? Hot? Wet? Excited?” He wound his belt around a section of the bottom of the frame, then around the portion of the handcuffs between her wrists before winding the leather through the buckle to lock it in place.
    “Wet,” she answered as he put one side of the belt in each of her hands.
    “Hold this, and when you need to pull on something, pull on the leather. Not the cuffs.”
    She stared at him as he climbed between her thighs. Panting breaths lifted her ribcage. “Why the belt?”
    Settling on his stomach, it took him approximately half a second to lick her from her asshole to her clit. “Metal might hurt you if you pull too strongly.” He licked her again and she tugged on the leather. Hard.
    “It’s not like I’m going to come?” She asked it as a question instead of making it a statement and he loved hearing that somewhere in there she wasn’t willing to settle for meh anymore.
    “You are most certainly going to come. I actually think you need to come a couple times before I fuck you.” He licked her again, centering his attention around her clit as he slid two fingers inside her pussy. “So wet.”
    “How do you do that?” Her back arched when he pumped his fingers along the ribbed area right inside her slick core.
    “Do what?” He flicked his tongue over and over her clit and used his free hand to pull at her mound. As soon as he exposed her clit, her pussy locked down, throwing her instantly one step away from coming.
    “Know how to touch me. Know how to make me come. Everyone else I’ve been with… Okay, less than a handful of people, but none of them could do this.”
    Cole stimulated her g-spot and sucked her clit into his mouth. It triggered her orgasm just as he knew it would. “Come for me.” He latched onto her clit again and licked her harder.
    “Fuuuuccccckkkkk,” she groaned as she tugged on his belt and humped her pussy on his face and fingers. She probably didn’t even know she did it. And that was fine by him. He wanted her mindless with pleasure. He wanted her to let everything go and just be with him.
    Her hips and feet twitched every time he flicked his tongue across her clit but he kept at it until she whimpered with renewed need. “Cole, please.”
    “Please what?” he asked as he pulled his fingers out of her and sucked her juices from them. “Please stop or…”
    “Please put yourself inside me. I’m begging you. I’m actually kind of glad you strapped me down.”
    “Oh, really?” The idea of her attacking him sat rather well with him. “Wouldn’t be able to control yourself?” He licked her slit one more time before climbing off the bed, and a bit of a growl reached him as she watched him step over to his pants.
    “I’d jump you. Probably hold you down.” She squeezed her eyes shut as he grabbed the packet of condoms he’d brought and ripped one off the end. “You must have done something to me. Like a spell.”
    “Sure that’s the only plausible explanation? Don’t think it might be because you like things other than just plain vanilla?”
    “I rarely get vanilla.” She paused as he fisted his cock, rolling onto her stomach as he moved closer to the end of the bed. “Much less something like this. You.”
    He cupped the side of her jaw and she didn’t hesitate opening as he got closer. Not having to tell her what he wanted threw him for a loop. Talk about sexy as hell.