Tag glared down at her, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Please, McKenna,” he begged, “please don’t make me come yet, baby.”
He was hanging by his fingernails, unsure whether the next delicate rasp of her mouth was going to send him over the jagged edge that he was fighting to hang on to. When she quickened her pace, still only using her mouth, Tag’s muscles locked as he fought the demands of his body. “It’s so fucking good, baby! Too fucking good. Don’t make me come yet. Fuck.” Tag knew he wouldn’t last but a second more. “I need to be inside of you when I come. I need to feel you wrapped around me. Don’t make me come, please baby, not yet.”
His words echoed in the otherwise silent room, but they must have worked because McKenna slowed, gently releasing his cock from the heaven of her mouth. She was breathing just as hard as he was, and Tag knew she needed his touch the same way he needed hers.
“Let me go, McKenna. Untie me.” Tag didn’t move, didn’t try to break free of his restraints because, despite his need to take her in ways he hadn’t ever taken her, he was going to give her this for as long as she needed it.
As he locked his gaze with hers, that’s when Tag saw just how much she needed him. McKenna only thought she wanted to be the one in control, but he could see it in her eyes. He was breaking through that hard outer shell, one delicate layer at a time, and he only hoped that, before too long, she would give in to what she needed most.
McKenna Thorne didn’t want to dominate, she wanted to submit.
~*~*~
McKenna kneeled between Tag’s thighs, watching his eyes as he watched her. How was it that this man knew her better than she knew herself? Being in control had always been her way of protecting herself, making sure she never allowed anyone to get too close, or to know too much. Somehow, when she hadn’t been looking, Tag had gotten beyond that wall she had erected in an attempt to keep people out.
She had no doubt that she loved him. She figured that out a while back, but loving him and letting him in were two different things as far as she was concerned. Except, with Tag, they were the same thing.
She had inadvertently let him in, and the only thing she found she wanted was to be in his arms, to be lost to him, to let go. Trying to be the stronger, more assertive one was draining, especially when she was convinced, thanks to the way Tag had taken her body in ways she never imagined, she only wanted to be loved.
“Are you going to tie me up?” McKenna questioned him as she began inching back up his body. She couldn’t resist letting her tongue graze his delectable skin.
“Do you want to be tied up?” he asked as he relaxed farther into the mattress.
McKenna had wanted to make him come, wanted to make him lose control because Tag was a man who was always in control, and it was frustrating. It was also so damn hot to know that he would protect her. He was strong enough for both of them. He made her feel feminine when he was around; as though she didn’t need to be the one holding the reins because he wouldn’t take them from her, but rather he would show her what it was like to hand them over.
“No,” she answered. She didn’t want to be tied up. Not this time.
This time, she wanted to be wrapped around him in every way possible.
“Then I won’t tie you up,” he promised, and McKenna believed him.
Leaning over him, she easily unknotted the ties that were binding him to the bed. Once his hands were freed, she gently massaged his wrists before starting to move back down his body.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, pulling his wrists back, and sliding his fingertips down her throat, over her collarbone, then to her breasts where he gently cupped and lifted them while she watched.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled, seemingly mesmerized as he continued to fondle her breasts, her body temperature rising to dangerous levels.
When he lowered the cups, pushing her breasts up more, he gently tweaked her nipples, pulling the aching tips closer to his mouth. McKenna couldn’t stop watching as his tongue darted out to lave one and then the other, while he continued to pinch them between his fingers. The heat of his mouth brushing against the inflamed tips had her belly rippling with warmth. It was exquisite. That tiny bite of pain, chased away by the delicate glide of his tongue had her slowly grinding herself against his chest where she straddled him.
“That’s it, baby,” Tag urged. “Rub your sweet pussy on me.”
McKenna groaned as the friction against her clit warred with the pleasure/pain he was inflicting on her nipples. Tag continued his sensual assault on her breasts for long minutes as she continued to grind against him, bringing her closer and closer to the edge that she wasn’t quite ready to jump from.