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“Very,” I replied shakily, my climax already mounting. My breathing became laboured, and my hands trembled. I was already painfully close after only a minute.
“Oh,” he said in wonder, and I couldn’t contain a whimper as I watched his hand wander to the noticeable bulge in his pants. He rubbed himself, his gaze glued to me. “Fuck, you wanted me to watch you, baby? See how quickly your new toy would make you come?”
“Yes,” I managed to pant. “God, it’s so good.”
He continued to watch me as he freed himself and started stroking his length in long, languid motions. “Touch those pretty tits for me with your free hand.”
I groaned and pinched one nipple, then the other, the pleasure building and building until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Look at me while you come, my heart,” John ordered, and I met his eye when I went over the edge. Pleasure exploded inside me, and a small cry pushed past my lips. He stared at me hungrily, stroking himself faster and harder, feeding his pleasure with mine.
When I relaxed and switched the toy off, my legs limp and shaky, he got up and stood in front of me, still touching himself.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said in a hushed tone, and I blushed.
In this position, his length was about level with my lips, and in a rush of impulsivity, I took him in my mouth. It’d been a while since I’d pleased him that way, and he gasped and twisted a hand into my hair, stroking and caressing me as I licked and sucked him.
“Claire,” he murmured, and the way he said my name was somehow both tender and fiercely possessive, the way he always was in bed. It simultaneously tugged at my heartstrings and made arousal curl deep in my core. “Should I fill your mouth, baby, or your pretty cunt?”
I paused briefly. “Is it too ambitious to hope for both?”
John chuckled. “No. But I want you to keep that toy on your clit the whole time.”
More arousal flooded through me, and I turned the vibrator back onto my clit. The effect was immediate; I moaned around him as I took him deeper, hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, beautiful, I almost forgot how gorgeous you look with my cock in your mouth.” He sucked in a breath as I worked his tip with my tongue, and I squirmed at the continuous vibration on my clit. “It’s still working for you, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” I whimpered around him. The vibration was almost too much on my sensitized flesh, but when I moved the toy away, John made a noise of disapproval.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he growled. “You wanted to come? You’re gonna come until you can’t walk right, sweetheart. Tonight, we’re making up for lost time.”
The vibration quickly drove me nearly mad with pleasure, and the pressure inside me was intense and needy. I needed release too badly to wait for his, even as I sucked him harder. My orgasm broke right as his hands tightened in my hair, and my muffled cry around him triggered his release. He gasped my name and filled my mouth with the taste of him, still watching me with rapt attention. I met his eye as I swallowed, and he groaned, his gaze never leaving mine.
When we both relaxed, John bent to kiss me, softer and gentler than before.
“Good?” I asked, and he scoffed.
“I’ve been aching for you for days,” he replied, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “And I’m not done yet.”
I yelped as he abruptly grabbed my knees and dumped me backward onto the bed. Then he bent to pick something up off the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
John straightened with the silky belt of my robe in his hand and a grin on his face.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, a wolfish glint in his eye.
I frowned. “What kind of question is that? Of course.”
“Good. Lie back.”
Still not quite understanding, I did as he asked, and he straddled me. My eyes went wide as he wrapped the silk tie around my wrists and bound them above my head.
“What’s that for?” There was a tiny quiver in my voice.
John stooped and kissed me gently. “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. But I have a feeling it’ll add to the whole thing.”
“To what?” I asked, intrigued now.
