Holiday Bound by Beth Kery Page B

fierce prayer that the uncomfortable tension in her legs and stomach would ease so she could have a delicious orgasm.
    And put her feet back on the damn floor.
    “Oooh,” she moaned as she neared the crest of climax. He covered her outer sex with his hot mouth and applied a suction that pulled her into a vortex of blind need.
    Pain spiked through her thigh.
    She lowered it without thinking, crying out in protest when Alex lifted his head and stilled his thrusting thumb. He set her bottom back on the bench and began massaging her thigh muscle deeply. Angeline lifted her head and watched him through a haze of desire.
    “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said, eager for him to resume what he’d been doing. “It cramped up. It’s only because I was holding—”
    “In place like I told you to, I know,” he muttered as he continued to mold her muscle to his palm. He glanced up at her and Angeline thought she recognized regret in his blue eyes. She bit her lower lip at the amplified ache in her pussy when she saw that her juices glistened on his lips and chin. “I tend to like it when you do what I tell you, especially if it increases your excitement, but I never mean to cause you any real pain, Angel. I’m sorry.”
    Angeline thought of how hot she’d felt holding that position a moment ago while Alex ate her pussy like there was no tomorrow. His demand that she maintain the difficult position—his insistence upon mixing her pleasure with a self-imposed kind of restraint— had built the sexual tension in her body immeasurably. It’d been as if he’d amplified her tension level on purpose so that when she did eventually blow, the explosion would be incredible.
    “I did like it,” she whispered. She flexed and straightened her leg again, breaking free of his massaging hand, in order to prove it to him. Surprise and then something else—something very exiting—flashed in his blue eyes.
    “No, you’ve had enough of that,” he said almost roughly. He put both his hands on the back of her thighs and pushed so that her hips rolled back and her bent knees neared her chest.
    When he began eating her again lustily, Angeline’s head fell back with a thump on the bench. She stared into space unseeingly, her entire being becoming one huge receptor of pleasure. It was almost too powerful, but she had no choice but to accept the undiluted bliss that Alex wrought with his tongue and sublime suck.
    Come for me, Angel. Come.
    Had he really spoken? Angeline thought dazedly. She couldn’t say.
    She was too busy following Alex’s order.

    Alex ate up her shudders of pleasure hungrily, rewarded by a fresh influx of Angeline’s sweet juices on his tongue and the singular fragrance she exuded during orgasm filling his nose.
    He couldn’t believe she’d been willing to resume the position that had caused her discomfort. The evidence of her generosity had filled him with regret, but aroused him as well. He may like to restrain a woman during sex. He may like to make an ass blush under his palm or the paddle he owned. But he never did it if he sensed it didn’t arouse the woman. The last thing he wanted was to humiliate or cause real pain.
    If that were true for a regular sex partner, it was a hundred times truer for this woman.
    He ran his tongue over her clit again, intoxicated by her reaction to the stroke, the delicate shiver of her body, the whimpers that spilled past her lips.
    Sweet. She was so sweet.
    His eyes blinked open a moment later when he noticed that her whimpers of post-orgasmic pleasure had segued to soft cries of re-arousal. He wanted to stoke her fires all over again with his mouth and tongue, longed to chase down her fragrant juices of ecstasy with another potent shot of her distilled pleasure.
    But his damn cock wouldn’t let him. It was a tyrant when it came to Angeline.
    He kissed her once, just over her swollen labia, and stood. He felt her stare on him as walked over to a table where he