Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)(61)

I slip my hands beneath the elastic of his underwear again and this time lower them, cupping his ass firmly.

“I really love this,” I murmur and smile against his lips so close to mine.

He grins in return and glides his own hands down to cup my rear. “That feeling is completely reciprocated, baby.”

He sucks in a breath when I clench my fist around his hard cock and pull all the way to the tip, then down again, holding him at the base.

“This does amazing things to me,” I say.

“You’re amazing,” he replies. “God, Nic, I don’t even remember what my life was like before you.”

My heart stills for a moment and then picks up double time. I bite my lip and frown. I just don’t know what to say.

How do I respond to that, when I’ve never felt like this either and it scares the living shit out of me?

He kisses my forehead and lifts me in his arms, then lays me on the bed.

“Is this the restraining portion of the evening?” I ask with a grin.

He smirks and pulls his ropes down from the railing of my four-poster and begins twining them around my wrists.

“How did you guess?”

“I just had a feeling,” I reply and lift my head to kiss his arm as he works, threading and knotting his ropes around my hands.

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 * 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 * 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 * 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.”