Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (43 page)

She heard him chuckle and he leaned down onto her and swept his arms under her back to support her.

“Hang on.”

He stood and she wrapped her arms and legs around him while he carried her to the bedroom.  Rather than going to the bed, he went to the bathroom to grab an unused towel then carried her back to the bedroom and put her down while he spread it out on the bed.

“Do you remember what I said to you at the café the first day we kissed?  On your back, please,” he said as an afterthought.

She got on her back on the bath sheet which was now under her body from head to toe, her body hyper alert.  He didn’t wait for her response while he peeled her Yoga pants and panties off.  She lay naked before him so she gave him a sultry look and stretched her muscles reaching her hands high above her head.  She couldn’t wait for the next few moments to unfold, because she had indeed remembered what he’d said at the café.

“I believe you said something about us having no clothes on, a bottle of massage oil and your king sized bed.  And maybe some handcuffs.”  The last word of the sentence came out quietly.

He brought his bag over to the bed and set it down, digging through its contents.  “Very good memory, Counselor.  I think I’m gonna add one more item to that list.”  He pulled out a silk scarf and gave her a hungry smile.

Her breathing ratcheted up to a whole new level.

His smile got wider.  “I’m happy to see this excites you.”

She still hadn’t said anything.  It was hard to speak when one had swallowed their tongue.

“And I’m so glad you have these little curly-ques on your headboard.  They’ll be perfect for the chain in between the cuffs.”  He watched her body’s reaction as he spoke.  Her nipples tightened, goose bumps appeared on her skin and a shudder passed through her.

His eyes were dark with lust and his mouth was forming a sexy smile while he studied her.  He took out the cuffs and massage oil then looked down at her.

“Are you cold?” he whispered.

“A little,” she whispered back.

He brought his lips to her mouth and continued whispering, “Do you want me to warm you up?”  Then he kissed her lightly.  When he pulled away, she responded with a nod.

He smiled his lazy smile then gently kissed her again.  “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she whispered seriously, but then she took his face in her hands and said, “But keep in mind that the only other person who has a key to this place is Jon.  So if you’re planning on leaving me cuffed naked to the bed, I’d prefer if you’d make sure it was Ayanna who came to save me.”

He smiled broadly and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.  “I won’t be leaving you tonight, baby.  Or any other night for that matter, cuffed or uncuffed.”

She relaxed into the bed.  She could still hear him laughing a little while he covered her eyes with the scarf and tied it behind her head.  After that, she heard the chain and cuffs being brought out then the cold steel encircling her wrists and being attached to her headboard.

“You sure you’re not too tired for this, Detective?” she teased, trying to control her breathing.  “I wanna make sure you’re up for it.”

He chuckled, “I’m definitely up for it.”  She felt him get on the bed and straddle her thighs.  He purposely rubbed his erection on her leg.  “You look amazing right now, by the way.”   

He took his big hands and pressed them firmly onto her skin, rubbing her from the tops of her thighs, up around the sides of her breasts and then to cup her neck.  She purred it felt so good, his hands immediately warming her.  Now if he would just do her feet.  They were freezing.

As if reading her mind, he moved down her body to rub heat into her legs, her calves, and eventually his large hands gently took her feet where they were swallowed in heat.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

“Your poor toes are so cold,” he said.  He lifted her leg and then she felt the heat of his mouth kiss her instep.  A groan came out involuntarily.  He put her leg down and reached off to the side for something.

She could smell the oil before it hit her skin and then heard him rubbing his hands together.  She waited for his first touch and it came moments later causing her to nearly shoot up off the bed.  He placed his hands over one of her feet and began to rub the oil into it.

She let out a sound and floated on the sensation his fingers and palms were creating, making slow lazy circles, lulling her into complacency.  Her foot was apparently an erogenous zone because when he rubbed into the ball of her foot it sent a current of arousal directly to the V between her legs.

He placed her foot on his thigh, then took the other and massaged that one as well.  Her feet were now warm, but her body was boiling.  Her inner thighs were quivering, her pussy was wet and throbbing and she was dying for him to continue rubbing up her body.  A sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead as the anticipation grew.

He placed her feet on either side of his body so he was kneeling between them, then surprised her by stroking one finger over her mound, rubbing the oil into her skin there.

Her breathing kicked up again and she waited.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Then both hands, warm and slick with scented oil, ran over her stomach rubbing up toward her breasts but never touching them.  He then brought his hands back down to the tops of her thighs, letting his big hands move down to her calves kneading the muscles there.

Another sound emitted into the air somewhere and it took her a second to realize it had come from her.  His hands felt incredible with their slightly calloused fingertips from his guitar playing, big and warm, easily spanning her waist as he kneaded her mid-section.

Her nipples were tingling causing a moan to start in the back of her throat.

He was so quiet.  Normally he was talkative, but this time she had to guess what he was doing and thinking.

“You’re not talking,” she said quietly.  “What are you thinking?”

Just then his hands scooped up under her breasts and his oiled palms finally hit her nipples.

She whimpered.

While he tortured her by oiling her up and circling each nipple with his thumbs, he pushed both globes together.  “I’m thinking I’m the luckiest man alive right this moment.  I’ve got the sexiest woman beneath me who’s lettin’ me lube her up for some hot lovin’.  And she loves me.  I’m happier in this moment then I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

She bit her lip to stop herself from crying.  “Mike,” she breathed out. 

“I want you dripping for me, Em.  I want you so ready, you’re begging for it.”  His fingers pulled at her nipples then moved to her neck and met behind her shoulders where he pressed into her muscles there.

She moaned.  She couldn’t ever remember feeling so relaxed and electrified at the same time.  She knew when he finally got around to touching her and was deep inside her, it would take mere seconds to climax.  She was so turned on her body was nearly shaking at this point.  She couldn’t hold it in another moment and moaned again, this time saying, “I love you.  I love you.”

She felt his chest hit hers as his mouth possessed hers, tasting her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth, letting his hands coast up her arms to her cuffed wrists.  He nestled his cock between her legs and just then, his hand came to her blindfold and pulled it up.

“I need to see your eyes.  They swallow me whole every time they look at me.  I love looking into your eyes.”  He leaned onto his knees pushing them higher under her, just like he’d done the first time he’d had her, then brought his hands down the sides of her body and pulled her knees far back until her legs were draped over his shoulders and her knees were next to his ears.  He pushed into her in one motion and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head once he was seated all the way.

She let out a long low moan, her inner muscles already clasping around him.

“So deep,” he growled.  His movements were slow and controlled and his eyes never left hers.

“Mike. Now,” she begged.  “God,
now.
”  She couldn’t wait and began convulsing around him as a slow intense climax began taking over her body.  He lay still with clenched teeth as her muscles squeezed around him and she sobbed out his name.  She was experiencing the most overwhelming feeling; somewhere between the greatest pleasure and sharpest pain rocking through her at a slow pace.  She thought she’d die.     

She cried out as she bucked into him, using her legs on his shoulders to push off of him only to slam herself back down onto him to pull him in deeper.  Still, he didn’t move but watched her with such lust and love, she cried out again until she fell back onto the bed exhausted, wanting him to move.

“More,” she demanded, gulping air.  “I need
more
.”  She felt like she was breaking into a million pieces.  Her arms were straining, her nails were digging into her palms, and she needed him to go hard and fast.  “
Mike.
” 

He pulled out to the tip then pushed back in with some force, moving her up the bed.  He cupped her head so it wouldn’t hit the headboard then rammed into her, creating the friction she needed.  Every time he pushed in, the hair on his pubic bone would tickle at her clit and she’d let
out a gasp.  He kept at her, now biting behind her ear, holding her still to take him over and over.

She bit at him, trying to connect her teeth to skin but he evaded her every move and the cuffs limited her mobility.

Her frustration caused a growl to escape from her throat.  He pulled back, his eyes glittering, his chest moving quickly to match his labored breathing and then he moved his hands to her ass so he could fuck her harder.

And he did, his own growls escaping from him as well.  He looked into her eyes and pounded again and again.

“Is this what you need?”

“Yes!”

Her slick limbs were sliding off his shoulders but he held them in place while he ground into her.  “Come,” he panted.  “All around me.”

She did and it was only made more intense when he brought his oiled forefinger and thumb down to pull on her clit, holding it between his fingers until she was screaming and her head was thrashing on the bed.  It wasn’t until then that he let go of all restraint and fell on her like a crazed man, pounding and nailing her to the bed, the mattress getting the best workout it’s ever gotten and her headboard shaking and hitting the wall.

“Fuck,
Em!
” he yelled in completion and she felt him swell even bigger inside her as his seed surged into her.

He collapsed onto her and neither of them moved.  The air was mixed with the scents of massage oil, sweat and the musky smell of sex.  She didn’t think she’d be able to move for a week.

Her legs slid down his arms of their own volition and he lay there, panting.  When she thought she heard a snore, she whacked him on the back of his leg with her foot.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep and leave me like this,” she warned with humor in her voice.  Her voice was roughened from her screams.

He smiled sleepily and looked down at her.  “It would be so nice to sleep like this, wouldn’t it?”

“For whom?” she asked dryly.

His smile grew.  “I fuckin’ love you.”

She reached up and smacked her lips to his.  “Get me outta these things, Detective.”

He did, and while he rubbed at her body, she stretched her arms then wrapped them around his body.

“You’re incredible in the sack, Detective,” she murmured.  “I didn’t even know stuff like this existed outside of my romance novels.”

“Thanks,” he said proudly.  “And we’re just getting started,” he said with a lecherous grin.  “I know I’ve said this before but sex with you is incomparable.  I mean that.  Everything about what we do together is like nothing I’ve experienced before.  It’s amazing.  You’re amazing.”

She blushed then bit her lip.  “So are you.”  Then she rolled her eyes.  “Complete dorks.”

“Let’s clean up.”

They did, taking quick showers, then collapsing onto the bed, both falling asleep in the other’s arms with the TV still on.

After another night of working the late shift, Mike wasn’t going to be able to see Emily again until Friday night.  In addition to texts and short phone calls to keep them connected, Emily spent her free time working out until she could see Mike again on Friday.

“So, how about teaching some classes?  Let’s talk, woman,” Jose, the owner and head instructor said, rubbing his hands together.  “We could use a female instructor.  The last one we had left about six months ago.”

“Yeah?  I would love to teach some classes.”

“Good, I’m gonna hold you to that.  Do you think Mike could join you sometimes?  I think it would be good for the girls especially to see that they can defeat someone bigger than them.  And I could certainly stand in, but since Mike is so much bigger than me -”

“I’m sure Mike would love that,” she said with a chuckle.  “He’ll probably be here tomorrow night with me.  He had to work tonight.”