When he’s finished, he rests my arms comfortably over my head and kisses my lips slowly.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He reaches over to the bag he brought with him and pulls out a bottle of lubricant and tosses it on the bed at my hip.

I cock an eyebrow in question.

“You’ll see. Be patient.”

“I don’t typically have a lube issue,” I remind him.

He kisses my shoulder, over the pink flowers there, and down to my chest.

“Just trust me. You’ll see. First, I want to kiss your beautiful body.” His lips trail down to nibble and pull on my left nipple, then beneath my breast to my bra line and over to the other.

Dear God, that’s sensitive.

“Is that more sensitive than your nipple?” he asks in surprise.

“I guess so,” I murmur and shimmy my hips in anticipation. “Who knew?”

“Well, now we do,” he replies and drags his nose around my breast in a wide circle, nibbling the underside of each mound, making me moan. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.”

He grins up at me and continues on his journey lower, to my piercing and lower still, but instead of burying his face in my pussy when he spreads my legs, his lips trail over my hip and down my thigh to my knee. His tongue circles the kneecap, and then he plants firm, wet kisses down the rest of my leg to my foot.

He’s kneeling between my legs and brings my foot up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the arch.

“Oh my,” I breathe.

“Another spot, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

“So noted.” He bites the arch gently, kisses it again and then moves to the other foot, paying it the same attention.

My hips are moving, and I’m squirming beneath him. White-hot heat has pooled in my belly, making me long for him to be inside me.

“Matt,” I groan.

“Yes, my love,” he replies, making me still and find his eyes with my wide ones. He tilts his head, watching my reaction, then kisses his way back up my leg, over my hip and up my side. When he’s covering me with his body, he’s careful to hold his hips away from mine, not touching me with his cock at all, and whispers against my lips, “What were you going to say?”

“I need you,” I breathe.

He grins and licks my bottom lip. “You’ll have me, little one. I’m going to flip you over. You’ll rest on your elbows.”

“But I want—”

“I didn’t ask, Nicole,” he interrupts, making my heart skip a beat. His eyes narrow in on my neck. “You like it when I dominate you like this, don’t you, baby?”

I nod wordlessly, panting, a big quivering mess.

Fuck yes, and I had no idea it’s something I could like!

He grins against my lips and then suddenly sits back and flips me effortlessly onto my stomach, hooks one arm under my hips, boosting me up on my knees, resting forward on my elbows.

My hands are still tied and useless, and if I thought I felt vulnerable before, it was nothing compared to this.

Nothing.

I can’t see him. I can only feel him, hear him.

His hands pull firmly down my back to my ass, kneading my muscles, making me groan. “I love your body, too, Nicole. Your body is firm and small, but your ass is round and fits my hands perfectly.” He cups the globes in his hands and spreads the cheeks, exposing my core. “Your pussy is gorgeous. Pink.”

His breath is right there, at my opening, and I just know he’s going to lick me, suck my lips until I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m not disappointed.

He licks me in one long, fluid motion from clit to anus and back down again, then back up to run that talented tongue around my labia. I can feel myself swell under his touch. I grip the sheets in my hands and push back, not shy about asking for more of him.

“Do you know how much I thought of you last night, baby?” he asks as he inserts two fingers into my pussy and lazily circles them, brushing over my sweet spot. “I thought of doing this to you last night, tied up and begging me for more.”

God, I love his dirty mouth!

“I love how your cunt clenches around my fingers.” He kisses my right ass cheek. “My tongue.” Kisses my left cheek. “My cock.”

He sucks on my clit for just a millisecond, and when I cry out, begging him for more, he just continues to circle those fingers in my pussy.

“I don’t want you to come yet. I have more planned for you.”

He’s going to fucking kill me.

He plants his lips over my clit again, making me crazy, then pulls away right before I’m about to come.

“Matt!”

“Patience,” he croons.

“I want you!”

“I know, and I love it.” He kisses my ass again, then the small of my back, and begins to kiss up my spine, between my shoulders, my neck and then covers me with his body, one hand still planted with his fingers inside me, and rests his lips next to my ear. “Do you remember when we read your book, about two men fucking one woman?”

“Yes.”

“And you said that you’d like to know what it feels like?”

I nod my head, but he bites my earlobe and growls, “Words.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You are mine. This”—he wiggles his fingers inside me, making me bite my lip—“is mine. But I’m going to show you what having both of your holes fucked at the same time feels like. Are you ready?”