Andy shudders under me, and I glide my tongue away from her clit and through her slick pussy.

Christ, she tastes so fucking good.

Like a fine wine, I want to savor every drop.

Her fingers twine into my hair, and she shifts, trying to guide me to where she wants me. But that’s not happening. This is my opportunity to worship her, and I won’t let her direct the show.

I reach up and slip a finger inside her slowly. She mewls and digs her fingers into my head. “Yes, God yes.”

My tongue slides across her wet flesh, over and over, while I probe inside her. I add another finger and curl them into her G-spot. She pants and shifts under me, tugging at my head and begging me to shift my attentions.

She wants my mouth on her clit, but I’m enjoying bringing her up languidly. The slow build always leads to a better orgasm. And I want her to experience every fucking second of this, drawing it out as long as possible.

Licking.

Pulsing.

Probing.

Sucking.

Her hips buck when I finally flick my tongue over her engorged clit.

“Christ, Rafe, please!” The words are growled and combined with a sharp tug on my hair. The burn on my scalp urges me forward, finally giving her what she so desperately wants.

I suck her clit between my lips and start a relentless rhythm with my fingers in time with my mouth. She bows and flexes her hips into me, meeting my tempo and humping my face.

A few seconds later, she stills, her thighs tighten around my head, and she cries out. I continue the assault, dragging out her orgasm longer and harder.

She finally collapses and shoves my head away from her sensitive flesh.

Her lips curl up into a satisfied smile, and a laugh slips from her. “Fuck Rafe, that was incredible.”

I rise to my feet and grip my aching cock in my hand.

Fuck if that didn’t make me want to come all over the floor.

Having her fall apart like that with my touch makes my chest and dick swell to painful levels.

Her eyes follow my hand, and her tongue sneaks out and swipes across her lips. “Come here.” She urges me onto the bed, and I comply, working my way up until I’m kneeling over her.

She leans forward and licks along my length. I release my cock, letting her swirl her tongue down around the root and all the way back to the head.

Fuck.

A shiver rolls down my spine, and my balls tighten up. “I won’t last with you doing that, Andy.”

Her glowing stare meets mine, and she grins. “I would love to suck your cum down, but I want this inside me more right now.”

Christ. Who talks like that?

Andy apparently. And fuck if it isn’t the sexist thing I’ve ever heard come from a woman’s lips.

“That can be arranged.” I pull back from her and move to drop down but she pauses me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Roll onto your back.”

Andy gives me a gentle push, and I roll onto my back and shift up until my head hits the plush pillows. A sly grin spreads across her face as she comes up on her knees next to me. “Don’t move.”

I cross my hands behind my head and return her grin. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

She slips off the bed and bends down to grab something. It dangles from her fingers ominously.

Holy shit. My belt.

I completely forgot she brought it into the bedroom with us and that she mentioned something about needing it later.

Her eyes flick up to the wrought-iron headboard behind me.

Oh hell no! She can’t be serious.

With a chuckle, she climbs back up the bed and snaps the belt against her hand. “Put your hands together above your head.”

Sweet Jesus, she is serious!

I can’t say I’ve ever been tied up before during sex, or any other time for that matter. I trust Andy, but something about not being in control tugs at some very male part of me deep in my soul. The glint in her eye is what convinces me to let her, though. She’s enjoying this, and all I want is to satisfy her.

I reach up and grab the headboard, wrapping my hands around the metal bars. She leans forward and weaves the belt around my wrists and the headboard, then tightens it until I can barely even shift them.

The satisfied smile on her face tells me all I need to know. I am in so much trouble, but it’s the good trouble I’ll be praying for again later.

She reaches into a side table and emerges with a condom, which she rolls down my length just slow enough to torture my engorged cock.

It throbs and pulses against my stomach, and I have to bite back the desire to beg her to touch me. I won’t beg. Ever. Not even for this woman.