His legs began to tremble. The electric tingle started at the base of his skull and zipped down his spine. Too fast, but he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to f**king stop it. Ronin hammered his hips into her face with shorter strokes.
Yes. Fuck. Almost there.
He rammed in, feeling the head of his c**k against the back of her throat. He slid his hands down to cup her jaw, his thumbs on the pulse point in her neck. In that split second before he shot his load, he growled, “Swallow. All of it.” He looked down, her head tilted back, her eyes on his. Her throat muscles working him with an intimate kiss, and every f**king time she swallowed, he felt as if his body were being zapped with a live wire.
And he didn’t look away. He let her see his pleasure. He let her feel every twitch of his body until he had nothing left. Then he let his fingers caress her face, tracing the outline of her lips still enclosed around his cock. “So f**king hot with you on your knees and my dick buried in this mouth I can’t get enough of.”
Amery closed her eyes and made a soft moan when he slowly eased his dick out, as if she were savoring every inch as she let him go.
As soon as she sat back on her haunches, he kicked off his gi pants. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. “Strip. Then come find me.” He made a quick stop in the bedroom before he strode to the dining room and took the seat at the head of the table.
She appeared a couple minutes later.
Ronin patted his lap. “Come. Here.”
She sauntered over. But before she could sit down, Ronin said, “On second thought, get up on the table.”
Amery perched on the edge and watching him warily with those big blue eyes.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He reached behind him and showed her a small rectangular box.
“What’s that?”
“Something I saw online that made me think of you. Open it.”
She lifted the lid and looked at him with confusion. “What are these? Some kind of paperweights?”
He laughed. “No. They’re geisha balls.” He ran his finger over the glass. “The flower inside is a cherry blossom.”
“They’re, ah, very pretty. What do you do with them?”
Ronin lifted them out by the silken tie that tethered the two glass orbs together. “I’ll show you. Lie back and bring your heels to the edge of the table.”
Amery bit her lip.
He got right in her face. “Don’t go all shy on me now. Lie back on the table. I want to see every inch of your pu**y, spread wide for my enjoyment.”
She muttered something, which earned her a punishing kiss—a kiss he knew she thoroughly enjoyed—before she stretched out on the table.
He scooted the chair up and pressed his face between her thighs. Perfect height. He glanced up to see Amery resting on her elbows. In that position, the gap in her knees narrowed. “Baby. If you can’t follow directions, I will get out the restraints.”
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough rope play tonight?”
Oh, such a sassy little thing. Ronin reached behind him. Then he dangled the leather straps above her belly. “What’s the rule about questioning me?”
This time she didn’t say anything.
“Tell. Me.”
“Any challenge will be answered. Sir.”
He secured the looped end around her ankle and widened her seated stance by fastening the strap to the table leg. He did the same thing to the other leg and stepped back to look at his handiwork. “You’re beautiful open to me like this.” Placing his hands on the inside of her thighs, he pressed down and licked her slick cunt.
She groaned.
“So f**king wet.” Another short lick right over her clit. “I’m going to f**k this hot pu**y of mine with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock. As many f**king times as I want to tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Reach down and hold yourself open for me so I can suck on that sweet little clit until you come against my mouth.”
And it was erotic as hell, seeing her slender fingers exposing the soft flesh. He let his tongue tease those helpful digits every time he made a sweeping pass from her pu**y lips and up her slit.
He settled his mouth over her hot spot and pushed one finger inside her pu**y. Then two. He lightly flicked his tongue over her clit and began to rub both fingers on her G-spot.
“Goddamn you have . . . yes, more.”
“More?” He added a third finger and continued to torture her.
Amery begged. Then she threatened.
Just before he let her come, he plucked the geisha balls from the case and pushed them in her wet pu**y.
“What is that . . . ? Omigod, are those the flower thingies?”
Ronin lifted his mouth long enough to say, “Yes.” Then he settled his mouth over her clit and flicked his tongue over that swollen nub until she started making that soft wail. He switched to full suction and let her fly.
He knew the instant the balls began to vibrate from the strong pull of her pu**y muscles squeezing around them. He continued to suck in time to the clit pulsing against his lips.
Amery’s legs twitched, her body shook, and she expelled those silent breathy moans that indicated she’d gone beyond speech.
While she came in a wet rush all over his face, his c**k rallied for the next round.
After the shaking stopped and she went lax, he pressed kisses over her mound. He rubbed his lips from the ticklish spot he’d discovered mid-thigh to her hip bone. The overwhelming urge to mark her arose. On a night like tonight, when he skated on that edge, he didn’t deny the instinct. He sucked love bruises from the inside of her knee, up to the crease of her thigh and back down the other side.