Page 39 of Playing Hard to Get

I nodded because I couldn’t get my voice to work. Nothing came out but a moan. God, I wanted him so much.

He ran his hands up my sides, then over my back, pulling me tighter against him. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress, and he pulled it down without taking his lips from my throat. Mitch gave me a quiet groan as he pulled my dress down my arms and saw my lacy black bra.

“I want you so bad, Viv.” He dropped my dress and it slid down my hips unassisted. His thumb slipped underneath my bra, teasing my nipple as his lips traveled across my chest. With a quick flick of his wrist, my bra flew open and fell to the floor. “So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.

Mitch walked me backward to his bed. When my legs hit the mattress, he lowered me down until I was sitting. With slow, graceful movements, he pulled my lacy black panties down my legs. Then he knelt before me and peppered kisses along my thighs as he worked the straps on my black heels, releasing them from each foot.

Leaning back on the bed, I rested on one elbow and slid a hand between my legs. Mitch’s eyes flashed to mine and he shook his head. His hand reached out to stop me.

“This is mine.”

“Mitch—”

Before I could say another word, he hopped up off the floor. He grabbed his red, silk robe from where it hung on the bathroom door. With a single tug, the belt slipped free. He came back to me, slow and dangerous, like a lion on the prowl. The entire empty space between my legs throbbed.

“Move up, sweet girl.” Mitch tossed the belt onto the bed and slid his hands to my hips. He lifted me effortlessly, moving me to the center of the bed like I was nothing more than a feather pillow. With the belt in his hands, his deep, dark eyes found mine. “I want you, Vivian. So fucking much. I want to make you come. Just me. You got that?”

“Mitch, I can’t—”

“Just me, Viv.” His gaze was intense and it stole my breath away. He took my hand and tied the belt around my wrist. After stringing the belt through the black wooden bars of the headboard, he tied the loose end around my other wrist.

Mitch hopped off the bed. When his back was turned to me, I gave the belt a tug. There was no give. There was no way I could free myself. No way I could touch myself. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t figure out if it was from fear or excitement.

When Mitch turned to me, he had a black, silk blindfold in his hands. Without a word, he straddled my waist and tied the silky fabric behind my head. I was naked. Blind. Completely unable to free myself. But the throbbing between my legs intensified.

“Stay here, darlin’,” Mitch murmured against my lips. “I’ll be back.”

“Mitch?” His weight rose off my body. “Mitch?” I tugged at my bindings, but the smooth silk tightened around my wrists. There was nothing but a silence so deep, so profound, that I could almost believe I was the last person left on earth.

I called his name and got no response. No matter how many times I begged for him to come back, I got nothing.

It felt like I’d been laying there for hours. It could have been longer. It could have been shorter. Without my sight, without being able to hear a thing, I had no idea what time it was. I would have given anything to hear something. The lawn mower that was running as we came through the backyard. The steady thrum of the heater or the air conditioner. Even the creak of a floorboard would have been nice.

But there was nothing.

The sudden icy touch against my stomach made me yelp. Something so cold. Something wet. It trailed across my skin. Up my stomach, across my breasts. Teasing at each nipple. Then down, down to my navel, where it swirled, leaving chills. Leaving a trail of icy water that melted against my flesh.

And then it was gone.

But then it was back. Better. Because this time, there was heat, too. The ice trailed across my stomach and Mitch’s mouth followed. Up to my breasts, and Mitch’s mouth captured my nipples, one by one, with his tongue and lips. His teeth tugged, gentle, hard, and I moaned out my pleasure. Back down my stomach the ice trailed, followed by his tongue. Then lower, lower, until the ice was between my legs.

“Oh God, Mitch!” The cold against my throbbing heat was too much. It hurt so good, I didn’t want him to stop. I braced myself for what I knew had to be coming. His mouth had followed that ice across my body. I didn’t want his mouth down there. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I—

A sudden burst of cold wrapped in heat pulsed against my clit, and my yelp turned into a moan and a full body shudder. Mitch’s tongue flicked against my most sensitive spot, pressing cold, then hot. As the cold disappeared, all that was left was heat.

Heat, and amazing pleasure.

His mouth sealed over my slit, and he nipped and sucked until I yelled out my ecstasy. He plunged his tongue inside of me, fast, fast, lapping at my center. His fingers joined in the battle, and it was all I could do to keep my head. Warmth rushed through me and stars flashed across my blinded eyes. I screamed his name, crying out the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. His fingers and tongue didn’t stop until they’d pulled every ounce of pleasure from inside of me.

Their absence killed me.

But he wasn’t done. No, how could he be? Mitch grabbed my hips, lifted, flipped, and I was lying on my stomach. He lifted me again, then lowered me down onto a cushion or a pillow or… Fuck, I didn’t know. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Because before I could wrap my head around the fact that I was no longer on my back, Mitch was kneeling behind me, his dick teasing my entrance with slow, gentle circles.

I screamed out as he filled me, hard and fast and oh, so perfect. Each thrust bucked me forward. I pressed my hands against the headboard and took everything he gave me. It was so much like our first time together, his thrusts hard and unforgiving. The bed shook as he pounded into me. If it weren't for the cushion under me, I was sure I’d collapse into a pile of boneless flesh.

Mitch reached around and touched me, rubbing circles into my clit as his cock stroked and filled me. Every inch of my body tightened and a burst of pleasure raced up my spine and across my skull. The orgasm he pulled from me was leaps and bounds above what he gave me minutes earlier, and my head swam in the afterglow.

Mitch’s thrusting slowed. His hands moved to my breasts and he kneaded my sensitive flesh as his lips rained kisses across my shoulders and back.