Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(66)

“I would say I am already there, but the truth is I am fighting with all my might not to reach that point too quickly. I want this to last.”

“And how can you be so soft and yet so hard? I feel like you are so stiff you could break through anything set before you, and yet I have never felt anything so silken and yet plush. I know ‘plush’ sounds a strange choice, but it is what my fingers feel.”

“I have no answer for that.” He gripped her fingers tight, slowing her motion.

He pulled in a gasp of air. “Give me a moment to come to my senses.”

Her fingers tightened beneath his and she fought to continue moving. “What if I don’t want you to come to your senses? I rather like you like this.”

“Be still.” He forced her hand to quiet.

“You do like those words.” He could hear the pout in her voice.

“I imagine that you will be hearing them often, disobedient thing that you are.”

She giggled low in her throat. “Perhaps you do begin to know me.”

“I’ve always known you, Bliss. Sometimes I think I understand you better than you understand yourself.”

Her face grew still. He had expected that she would just let his words brush over her, but clearly she was taking them to heart. “That should not be hard. I sometimes think that I don’t know myself at all.”



Gods above! She was opening up to him now. He was seconds from coming, doing all he could to contain himself, and she was ready to talk. He started to step back, to try and gather his senses, but Bliss refused to release her grip. For a moment, he pictured a game of tug-of-war with his cock as the rope. It was not a thought to be relished and helped him to cool himself some.

“What do you not know about yourself, my Bliss?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the small hand that had again begun to slide his length.

For a moment he thought she would answer fully; her lips softened and he could see deep thought reflected in her eyes. “I don’t…” And just as quickly the shutters slipped down. “I don’t know what to do next. What I want next?” Her lips moved into a slow easy smile and if he had not seen her look of a moment before he would have believed that she had no thoughts but of pleasure.

He would wait. He would be patient. If he could survive these last few minutes of holding himself back, he could survive anything she placed before him. “You can just keep doing what you are doing and I will help you set the pace. Should I fetch a cloth? I am not sure you are ready to be covered when I come.”

“I rather enjoyed watching that with Green and Black.” Her eyes were darkening and growing more intense, her fingers tensing and relaxing about him.

He closed his eyes and just gave in to it. The warmth of skin. The friction of the gentle glide. He placed his hand about hers and changed the intensity, speeding it, pressing it. He was close, so close. He could see sparks behind his lids, feel his balls lift and tighten, feel the pressure build. He bit down on his inner cheek. Not yet. Not yet. So close. It was so hard, but so good. He wanted to stay in this moment in this second as long as he could. He felt his control slip, knew as his hips began to move in the timeless fashion, felt the clench. It was happening. It was…



Warmth. Moisture. The flick of a tongue.

His eyes opened in shock, even as he felt himself move beyond all return. Bliss at the edge of the bed, her mouth open, surrounding him. How? Why? Even as the questions formed, thought fled.

His fingers reached down and tangled in her hair, pulling her forward as he plunged into her, slamming hard.

God. So good.

He needed to be gentle.

Saints above. So good.

Heaven.

She didn’t know what she was doing.

Bliss. Name and action.

God.

Gentle.

Too late.

He pulled back and thrust again, lost beyond even single-word thought. He felt the burst, exquisite sensation filling him. Couldn’t hold back. Slammed forward again. And again. God. Heaven. Bliss. Bliss. Bliss.



On and on it went, his hips locking and thrusting. Too much. God. Too much.

Bliss. Bliss.

His pelvis pushed forward, locked, every muscle straining, nothing existing except the warmth of her mouth, the heaven of her lips.

He felt the full spurt, knew he filled her, knew he should pull back, knew…

She sucked deep and the tension filled him again. It was impossible. There was no more, but…

“Bliss.” The cry filled the room.

His fingers pressed her tight, his hips pressing forward with all that he was and…

All was black. All was white. All was Bliss.

And it was over.

His body sagged. His eyes closed. He needed to apologize, to beg her forgiveness, to explain…He didn’t know what but something. He’d never thrust with such force into eager lips before, never pushed again and again, granting no mercy. And with Bliss, with sweet untried Bliss.

He opened his eyes slowly, dreading what he would see.

And saw her grin. It spread across her face filling both cheeks, wider than he’d ever seen.

“I did that rather well, didn’t I?” She smiled.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he began.

“Sorry for what? I did do it right, didn’t I? Or was I supposed to pull back? I know Green did, but I wanted to taste you, to truly feel what happened to you, to be part of it. Was that wrong? Should I have done it differently?” Her grin began to slip.