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He felt like a teen
-aged boy at a classic car show, wanting to touch each and every item, test the weight of the things in his hand.

He was
surprised when Jo took the vibe from his hand.

“I can show you
, if you like?”

He loved her shy request and moved back on the bed. P
lumping a pillow under his head, Kevin threw his hands out. “’I’m all yours. Do with me what you will.”

****

Jo could feel his sincerity and excitement mingling with her own.  He really didn’t think her collection of toys made her some sort of perv.  Jo wasn’t promiscuous, hadn’t had more than a few lovers, in fact.  Her gift made it uncomfortable to be intimate.  It was far too easy to pick up on the random negative thoughts of her lovers.  It was so much easier to take care of her own needs, and the toys made that much easier and more fun. 

Kevin was different than any other lover she’d had.  He was a broadcaster, but all she picked up from him was approval and sensual appreciation.

She scooted over to the side of the bed, rifling the contents of the drawer, trying to decide what she dared to bring out.

She pulled out a pair of leather restraints, dangling a wrist c
uff from one finger seductively, arching a brow and waiting for Kevin’s response.

“Go for it.”

The cocky tilt to his chin and the arrogant, amused note in his voice delighted her and Jo crawled to him, straddling his ribcage, and wrapped one cuff around his thick wrist, raising it above his head and linking it through her slatted headboard. He automatically lifted his free arm as well for Jo to secure like the first one.

She
smiled with sensual satisfaction and stroked down his inner arm, feeling her smile widen and turn hungry as chill bumps rose in the wake of her touch.  Turning and stretching to reach the nightstand, she removed a small, slim vibrator, a large silver egg and a condom, holding them up for his inspection before laying them next to him on the bed. Finally she grabbed a bottle of cinnamon scented oil and added that to the collection. His only response was a smug smile, and Jo decided that before she was through with him, Kevin Kryszenski would be begging her to let him come.

She scooted down
to his still booted feet, untying them before tugging them loose and throwing them dramatically over her shoulder, followed closely by his socks.  Leaning forward, she took the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pulled them down to his ankles, working them over his feet, so they could quickly follow his boots and socks.

Moving
back up his body, she straddled his waist, dragging her pussy over his cock until it bounced up to ride the separation of her butt cheeks.  She loved the silky heat rising from it, the drop of pre-cum smearing hot against the small of her back. Placing her slender fingers at the opening of his shirt, she unbuttoned each button slowly, letting her fingernails graze his skin.  He stared at her from stormy blue eyes, his full lips quirked in a challenging smile, urging her on without any words.

When his chest was exposed she
grabbed the scented oil, pouring a puddle into her palm and letting her body heat warm it.  With one sweeping motion she smoothed oil over his broad chest, savoring the glide of her hands over his skin.  She allowed her fingers to travel along his well muscled pecs. Her thumbs stroked flat male nipples until they were tight and raised, and Kevin squirmed under her, arching into the touch. She closed her eyes and let her artist’s imagination take over as she learned his body. She loved the feel of his skin, like stretched silk over iron-hard steel. Her nails sketched a pattern of seduction along his flesh, and she felt the goose bumps rise, his breath hitch. Low moans from deep within his chest tickled her palms as she continued her slow exploration of his torso.

“Move up.” Kevin’s command was guttural, shaking Jo out of her own little wet dream. Move up? Was he
serious?

“Move up and lower yourself on my mouth
, Joanna. I want to taste you. I need to know if your pussy is as sweet as your mouth.”

Really, was he serious? 
But she could tell he was.  Jo rose somewhat ungracefully and moved forward. Kevin scooted down on the bed as much as the restraints allowed. Jo was able to rise to her knees above his beautiful face.  His blue-green eyes, the color of the lake on a sunny day, burned up at her. Her thighs spread, her feet hooked under his shoulders.

“Spread yourself for me
Jojo, let me see if you’re wet for me.” Jo slid her hands between her thighs and gently moved her labia apart.

“Fuck
, baby, you’re soaking.” Kevin hissed as he looked at her there for so long, she started to get embarrassed.  He seemed to sense her discomfort, and rubbed his cheek over her inner thigh.  “You’re so beautiful, Jojo.  You smell so sweet, delicious, like cinnamon and honey and hot, tasty woman.”  He gave a low groan of appreciation. “Lower yourself on my mouth.”

“What?” Jo wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.
  She’d always been sexually adventurous, but darn it, that had been when she was alone.  She’d never had a man go down on her; their vague distaste for the act had been as clear to her as a sign, and had killed the moment for her. Kevin felt no distaste.  He really did need to taste her.

“I
said
lower your pussy to my mouth Jo, now.”

Jo
wondered how she’d lost control of the situation – hell, he was the one in restraints – even as she eased herself down, hovering over his parted lips. The first touch of his tongue sliced liquid heat across her clit and Jo squeaked with the pleasure.

“More
,” he growled against her lips, and she felt the vibration as another caress from her clit straight to her core.  “Dammit, Jo, give me more.”  When she didn’t respond fast enough he arched against his bonds.  “Sit the hell down.”

J
o sat more fully on his mouth, carefully holding herself above him.  She was terrified she was going to suffocate him, but that didn’t happen. Instead, sparks flew behind her closed eyelids as Kevin’s tongue learned what secrets lay between her thighs. He was like a ravenous beast as he moved his head back and forth, alternating licks, sucks, nibbles and long pulls on her clit.

Jo began to
rock into his caresses. The contrast of his rough stubble and soft lips just intensified the riot of sensations that moved like a sunburst from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.

His tongue was pure white hot magic
, fucking her with bold, strong thrusts, taking her to places she’d never dreamed existed.

She moved with him, rocking dreamily against his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. H
er orgasm moved down her body in a slow languorous slide, detonating with shocking intensity in her middle before exploding outwards. Kevin rode it out with her, burying his mouth against her and drawing out every last drop of her sweet, hot cream.

Chapter Four

Kevin groaned licking his lips as Joanna shifted back, taking that soft, ripe pussy out of his reach.  He could have eaten her all night, but with his hands bound he

couldn’t drag her back to his mouth the way he wanted to.

He should have known she would be like dynamite in bed.  Her passion was out in the open for the world to see.  It was there in her art and in the way she taught her students. She wore her pleasure on her face, embraced it with her whole being.  It was there in the way she didn’t give a damn what the people in this town thought of her., didn’t even really seem to care how badly people misjudged her. Kevin envied that kind of freedom. He knew he had a good reputation; he was a firefighter, the town golden boy.  But no one really knew him, saw the man underneath all the gloss.  The man who longed for things he couldn’t have, things like a real home, Hell, even rug rats of his own to tumble around the yard with. 

He shook his head as forbidden images of a stunning
Joanna in a long flowing dress with a baby on her hip and another in her belly filled his mind’s eye.
Fuck Kryszenski, don’t even go there. You fucking know better.

It was really quite ironic.  Joanna Balentine was probably the purest, best human being he’d ever met, and the majority of the good people of Ludington treated her like she had the plague.  He, on the other hand, couldn’t even manage to keep his own family safe, couldn’t be trusted to protect those he loved, but the people of the town had all but declared him local royalty.

He came back to the present with a jerk when her soft, supple lips whispered feather light over the very tip of his cock.  Her eyes skimmed up the length of his torso until them met his, and she gave him a naughty smile before puckering and lightly sipping at the heavy bead of pre-cum on his crown.  The sensation slithered up the length of his dick, drew up his balls until they knotted painfully, ready to explode if she even breathed on him.

“Stop
.”  So much for Mr. Suave.  He practically choked out the words. Her dark eyes flashed back to his. “Jojo, baby, you’ve got to stop. I won’t last another minute if you blow me, and I really need you to fuck me.”

Her dark curls framed her face
like some sort of Renaissance angel. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gave his cock one last, lingering look before reaching for the condom.  She ripped it open and gave him a naughty smile before grabbing the oil again and letting one gleaming drop pool in the tip of the rubber.  Kevin felt his eyes widen as she laid the protection against the head of his cock.  He thought his heart might just stop when she leaned in and rolled the condom down with her lips.

Christ.  It was the most exotic, the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him.  The sigh of her curly head bent over his hips was intoxicating.  When she rolled her eyes up to meet his gaze, that moist red mouth wrapped lovingly around his cock, he felt fucking drunk.  The oil made the condom slip teasingly over the head of his cock
, and when she slowly drew her lips up the throbbing length, he had to clench his entire body to keep from coming.

She gave him a little, secretive smile.  “Feels like something almost happened there.” 

He gave a heartfelt groan.  He was afraid to relax his tensed muscles.  Hell, he was afraid to fucking breathe.  The slightest movement would have him going off like Old Faithful, and he was determined not to let that happen before he was balls deep in her tempting, taunting heat.

Instinctively he reached for her, frustrated when he was drawn up short by the cuffs. “Let me loose, Joanna.  Let me touch you.”

“Oh, you’ve touched me quite enough for the moment.”  That wicked, witchy smile widened.  “Now it’s my turn to do the touching.”

“Jojo, please.”  He was fucking
begging
, and he couldn’t even care.  He needed to touch her, to fill his hands with those lush breasts, to work his aching cock so deep inside her that she’d never be free of him.

Ignoring him
, she straddled his thighs, reaching down and wrapping one small, strong hand around his aching dick.  She was all about presentation, looking meaningfully, scorchingly into his eyes before focusing all her concentration on what was going on where their bodies met. 

Eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming, she began to stroke herself with his dick.  Up one plump lip, circle her clit with a little hum of pleasure, down the opposite side, swirl around that tiny opening that was the whole universe to Kevin for that moment in time. 

Kevin was jerking at the restraints now, hadn’t even realized he was doing it.  If she didn’t’ fucking let him loose soon, he was going to break the fucking headboard.

She
seemed to sense, as she always did, his desperation.  Leaving off her torture she lay forward, blanketing him in cinnamon scented warmth, and massaged the length of his arms.  “Not so cocky now, are we?”  The words were taunting, but the tone was tender, as tender as the look in those big, brown eyes.  With each long, lingering pass of her hands over the tense muscles of his arms, Kevin forced a little more of his tension to release.  “Still willing to let me go for it?”  Her smile was quirky and sunny and so perfectly her that he couldn’t deny her.

“I’m not gonna last,” he managed to rasp past the lump in his throat.

“Shh.” she whispered, laying one long, elegant finger against his lips. “I’m asking you to trust me. Please.” It was the
please
that got to Kevin. The vulnerability in her eyes utterly defeated him.

He jerked a short nod and closed his eyes, willing his body to stand down, to give her the time she needed to experiment and explore.  Once again he realized how different everything was with Joanna.  He was a slow, patient, thorough lover.  He enjoyed taking his time,
giving his partners all the thrills and chills they could handle. With Joanna it was different.  He was different. He wasn’t feeling so fucking patient, and he knew when he came down off the physical high, that little realization would terrify him 

She lifted up and fitted the tip of his cock to the mouth of her pussy, and he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.  He might be suffering the tortures of the damned, but there was no fucking way he was gonna miss watching her work that tight little body over his dick.

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