Hot lips captured a nipple and sucked, his wicked tongue flicking and swirling.

The way he turned a simple meal into a sexual smorgasbord shouldn’t have surprised her.  Flynn was carnality incarnate. He was as much a creature of the senses as she was.  He was shameless and virile, his hunger for her matched only by hers for him.

Taking the other nipple into his mouth, Flynn sucked hard.  Her eyelids fluttered closed as he drew moans of satisfaction from her lips. As he tortured her nipple, he dipped his finger into the syrup again and drizzled it down her belly, then between her thighs.

Izzy shook with such intense anticipation, her teeth chattered.

“I love how you love this,” Flynn whispered against her flesh.  “How hungry you are for me and how uninhibited you are.”  His fingers trailed along her belly to her thighs, which he gently parted.  His lips followed the path of his fingers, nibbling on her hips, across her belly button, toward her smooth mound.

“No shame. No hesitation. Just honest desire.”

His big body moved to the floor where he knelt before her.  He pressed her knees further apart, revealing her pink glistening core.

His thumbs slid along her swollen lips. Seeing him looking at her with such awe and respect left no room for shame.  When his eyes lifted to hers, Izzy’s heart seized with emotion.  Power.  Flynn bit his bottom lip as he gazed reverently at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Isa.  I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

When his gaze dropped to her again, her womb clenched, triggering the release of her warm arousal.

“Amazing, Isa. I wish you could see how your body looks right now.  Swollen and lush. Pink and creamy.”  He slid his thumbs along her wet seam.  She clenched against him, wanting to press into him, but she held her breath, tempering her intense need.  She wanted this to last.  When she came, she wanted him to draw it out, and drive her crazy.

“I’m going to suck your sweet little cunt, Isa, and take you to the edge, but not push you over.”  He looked up at her, his eyes on fire.  “Can you handle that?”

Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

“Scream as loud and as long as you want, but you won’t come until I’m ready for you to come.”

Flynn’s tongue darted out, catching the swollen head of her clit, licking hard around it, and then releasing it.

Izzy struggled to keep her moan of shocked pleasure silent. He would use it against her.  Slowing his torturous seduction to the point of insanity.

“Do you trust me, Isa?” he demanded, his warm lips brushing across her clit.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Do you know I would never hurt you?”

“Yes,” she breathed again, barely able to answer because of the things he was doing to her body with his skilled fingers and lethal tongue.

“I want you to give yourself completely over to me.  Right now.”

“Okay,” she barely managed to eke out.

“Good,” he crooned against her torrid flesh.  “Because, I’m going to do very bad things to you.”

“I want you to, Flynn,” she hurried to say, afraid that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have the guts to.

Fingers dug into her thighs as a wild growl emanated from his chest.  Ravenously he took her swollen pussy into his mouth and thrust his tongue deeply inside her.

Grasping the chair arms, Izzy groaned loudly, forcing her hips down to keep from slamming hard into him.  Just as quickly as his assault began it ended.

“No!” she cried.  “More.”

Flynn drizzled more syrup down her belly, and they watched together as it slid slowly down, then paused at her soft mound before separating and dripping in long golden teardrops into the crevice around her swollen clit.

“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” he whispered, lowering his lips to her.  “But I’m going to eat you for breakfast first.”

In long, slow, deep, licks, he tongued her to the verge of insanity.  Izzy arched, aching with need for his hands to be on her breasts, for his tongue to go deeper. Begging him with her body, she spread her legs wider for the penetration she so desperately desired.  With the exception of his hands holding her thighs steady, the only part of his body that touched her was his crafty tongue.

“Flynn,” she begged. “Give me more.”

His tongue slid deeply between her folds, tunneling into her.  It still wasn’t deep enough.  As he withdrew, he circled her clit, and then his lips closed around it, and sucked.  She cried out as the building orgasm flared.  She screamed when he released her and pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, licking her syrupy wetness.

“You taste better than candy, Pink,” he said, before sucking the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thigh and core.  In a long slow slide, he licked her from the bud of her bottom to her clit.

Just when the pressure began to spike again, he released that wanton part of her and moved up her belly.  When she tried to wrap her legs around his shoulders, Flynn pushed her thighs down.  “No, no, baby,” he said as his lips trailed around a hard nipple.  Digging her hands into his hair, she tried to force him harder on her breast.

“You’re misbehaving, Pink,” he said sternly.  Grabbing the cloth napkins from the table, he deftly tied her wrists to the arms of the chair.

He raised his head and smiled down at her.  “I told you, I was going to drive you mad.”

Breathing heavily, Izzy looked up at him.  He stared at her like he was going to devour her. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth toned skin.  The rise in his bottoms left nothing to guess at.  He wanted her.  She was tied down to a chair, the shirt she had slipped on, unbuttoned and pulled down to her elbows.  Her thighs were spread and her bottom at the edge of the seat in offering.

Leaning over her so that she had to look up to see him, Flynn grasped her jaw and forced her to look up even higher.  His lips dropped, just hovering above hers.  “You look so fucking hot right now, Pink.  Your hair is all mussed, your eyes soft and dreamy.  Your lips swollen. And your pussy is steaming. I’ve never seen anything like you before. Sex personified. I want a picture of you like this.”

“I want you to video us.” Unlike before, this video would be something private and sacred, for their eyes only.

His lips cracked into a smile.  “Really?”

“Really.”

He moved away and returned with his cell phone.

First Flynn took a picture and smiled as he looked at it, then showed her.

Izzy was shocked.  The woman in the picture looked like a sexy siren, but that wasn’t what shocked her.  What shocked her was the look on her face.  The look of a woman in love.

Chapter Thirty-four

“Take your jammies off, Flynn,” Izzy said, sounding as if she’d smoked a pack of cigarettes and drunk a fifth of whisky the night before.  The violent ache Flynn had created within her screamed for succor. If he wanted edge play, it was going to go both ways.

The muscles in his body flexed as he set his cell phone on the table, the lens facing them. Once it was propped up, he slid his hands beneath the flannel at his hips and slowly pushed it down.  Izzy caught her breath when his luscious cock sprang eagerly toward her.  A tiny bead of moisture glistened at the tip.  Unconsciously she licked her lips, wishing that she could taste him. Her response elicited a low groan from Flynn.  He moved closer to her as he stepped out of his flannels.

Raising her eyes to his, she fought down a triumphant smile.  His eyes burned with the intensity of a laser.  Flynn’s sensuality was deep, dark, and seething.  Supreme in its arrogance.  He recognized the power of it, and had no shame using it to get what he wanted.

Right now, the way he bit his bottom lip, his gaze focused on her parted lips…He wanted her.  Not breaking their gaze, he wrapped his fingers around the root of his shaft. In tandem, they made the same low-pitched carnal sound, born of the same need.