But then he was blowing on her again, the light rush of air so good, too good, and yet, not nearly enough.

“You like what I’m doing to you.”

His words weren’t a question. They were a statement of truth.

“God, yes,” she gasped. “I love it.” And she did. But, “I need to come, Cole.” And then maybe she could survive this pleasure. Maybe she could stop it from racing away with her.

Maybe she could return to being the woman she’d always been.

“How bad do you need it?”

“Really bad,” was all she could manage as he tongue swept between her folds again, this time dipping into her. But even though she tried to buck into his mouth, his tongue didn’t slide in far enough to give her any satisfaction.

She’d never survive his teasing.

“Well, now,” he said slowly, letting his lips rake across the top of her mound, “doesn’t sound to me like you need it all that bad.”

If she’d been able to move her arms and legs, she would have launched herself at him, would have pinned him down to the bed and crawled up over his face and forced him to take her where she desperately needed to go.

Instead, all she could do was wait for him to give her what he wanted to give, when he wanted to give it. They were on his schedule, his plan.

Not hers.

With the thought came another inexplicable flood of arousal. Almost as if she liked being tied up and captive to Cole’s every whim. And then his mouth covered her at the same moment he slipped a finger into her tight sheath and a small tremor worked through her.

“Just a little more. I only need a little more to get there.”

His laughter took her by surprise, his lips and tongue and teeth rocking against her, his fingers shifting against her delicate internal walls. Another mini-tremor shook her.

“If you were expecting little, sweet Anna, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

Instead of being afraid of splitting apart beneath him, the vision of his erection stretching her wide as he forced her to take all of him catapulted her into a bigger, stronger tremor.

His tongue moved slow and soft against her again, from perineum to clit. She could feel herself perspiring from the combination of pleasure and frustration. From anticipation.

And desperation.

“I can’t survive any more of this.” She didn’t have the will to keep her voice from shaking anymore.

His laughter came again, warm and almost loving, even as it was full of the same deep, dark desire that she’d been riding since the moment he'd kissed her for the first time.

“You’ll not only survive it,” he promised her, “but you’ll wonder how you lived this long without it.”

His words, the slight press of his mouth against her sensitive folds as he spoke, along with the tight clench of her inner muscles, were almost enough to get there. Holding her breath, she focused, willed herself to come, to escape the torture of Cole’s teasing.

“Poor sweet baby,” he murmured against her as she flopped back against the bed, frustrated and more aroused than she’d even known it was possible to be. “You really do need to come, don’t you?”

But she was long past begging at this point, her cells were too wrapped up in the needs of her body for her to even attempt to form coherent words. She’d trusted him to give her pleasure and instead, she was frustrated and—

His tongue slid into her hard, thrusting once, twice, three times.

Oh God, yes! This was what she’d been waiting for, this was what she needed, a good tongue-fucking. She was riding his tongue like a hard shaft when his fingers moved over her clit again and swirled with dangerous precision.

Still riding his tongue, she rolled against his hands, fighting her bonds to try and get closer, but he was two steps ahead of her, increasing the pressure with delicious intent. And then Cole reached up with his free hand and found one hard, aroused nipple, and her entire body crashed in on itself, her clit and breasts dual epicenters for the massive earthquake rolling through her. She’d never come like this, so hard that she was certain the bed was splitting apart beneath her, the walls crashing in around her.

Her orgasm went on and on as Cole’s tongue stroked new and shocking sensitive spots along her inner walls, his fingers magic on her clitoris and breasts.

Finally, when she was utterly spent—more tired than she’d been after running that 10K

last year—Cole shifted on the bed.

“My wife has such a sweet pussy,” he said before placing a soft kiss over her labia.

Shivers racked her as his stubble raked across the too-sensitive flesh.

“Such gorgeous tits.”

Even knowing the kiss had to be coming, she couldn’t prepare herself for the sweet heat of his mouth over first one nipple, then the other. A moan escaped her as he rolled her around on his tongue, then raked across the tips with the very edges of his teeth.

“And such a pretty, fuckable mouth.”

Anna’s mouth watered despite herself, despite the shock moving through her at the knowledge of what was coming, that she was going to be returning the favor by taking Cole’s penis into her mouth.

The bed shifted again beneath his heavy weight and she felt her heartbeat kick into overdrive again.

“If I’m hurting you, if anything doesn’t feel good, I want you to pinch me.”

He slid his hands into hers and linked their fingers. Oh God, she’d thought she loved holding hands before. But now, feeling the slide of his wide, calloused palms against hers, a new warmth bloomed in her chest.

And then, before she could find the words to reply to his instructions, the flared, hot crest of his penis brushed softly against her lips.

Anna had given blow jobs before, but not very often. She’d never really seen the appeal of male genitalia, but the way Cole was teasing her with his erection, his skin soft against her mouth, had her salivary glands kicking into overdrive. His arousal was a clean, masculine scent that made her breathe in more deeply as he slowly painted her lips, from corner to corner, with the tip of his penis. It was pure instinct to taste him with her tongue.

Cole stilled as she made contact with him, a deep groan of pleasure seeming to come from all the way down in his chest. Spurred on by both his reaction to her touch and the surprising pleasure she was finding in being with Cole this way, she swiped her tongue all the way across his broad head, greedily licking up the spurt of arousal that resulted.

“Jesus, Anna, nothing has ever felt this good.”

Even as his words resonated, she wanted to make him feel so much better.

In the end, Anna wasn’t sure who moved first, if she was already opening up her lips to take him inside or if he was the one who pushed her open. All she knew was that she was glad, so incredibly glad, to be able to taste him like this, to open her mouth wide and stretch her lips around his hard, heavy shaft. She wasn’t afraid of being captive to him, knew he’d never ever hurt her.

Using her tongue to explore him, she licked at every part of his shaft she could get to, using the suction of her lips to pull him in deeper.

His hands tightened on hers, another rumble of pleasure sounding in the room, and then he was rocking into her, so deep that her gag reflex kicked in.

Pulling all the way out, he said, “Your mouth is so hot, baby. I can’t control myself.”

Realizing he was sliding his hands from hers and shifting away from her mouth, she clamped down on his fingers as hard as she could.

“I want to taste you again, Cole.” She forced herself to overcome her shyness and say it.

“I loved licking you. Sucking on you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she insisted, promising, “I’ll pinch you if I need a breather.”

“Do you know what you’re asking for, sweet Anna?”