Bound for Nirvana: (The Bound Trilogy Book 3) by Kendra Leigh Read Free Book Online

gently backwards, my lips parting on an involuntary moan. “Your mouth is so perfect. Your lips… pink and luscious and swollen.” Pausing, his touch left my breast to travel up my neck and brush gently over my mouth. “Hold still. Put your hands behind your back and do not reach out.”
    I obeyed without hesitation and after a few seconds, I felt something warm graze briefly over my lower lip. Not his finger or his mouth, although the contact left behind a layer of delicate, silky moisture. Instinctively, I sucked in my lip to taste and knew immediately what it was. The wetness was a taste-teaser and the warm, salty residue of Ethan’s arousal.
    “More,” I gasped, flicking out my tongue.
    “Oh, baby.” He began to stroke the engorged, pulsing head of his cock over my swollen lips, circling around the perimeter of my mouth just as he had with the ice.
    The sound of his pleasure hissed through what I guessed was tightly clenched teeth as my tongue twirled greedily around his velvet head, lapping at the luscious, slippery pearl drops. I wanted to reach for him, to take him into my mouth to the back of my throat and work his penis until he gushed his appreciation onto my tongue. But he’d made me promise not to touch him, and instead I found myself whimpering against his glorious tip, my lips and tongue frantically searching for more.
    “Jesus Christ,” he hissed again and pulled back. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to fuck your delectable mouth, but there is no way I will last. And right now I need to be inside you. I have to be inside you.”
    Moments later I felt him move behind me, straddling the chaise so his chest was pressed against my back, his eager cock pushing into the crack of my ass. My heart thrashed uncontrollably against my ribs now, the building pressure of anticipation almost too much to endure.
    “Okay, baby. Put your hands out front to take your weight,” he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my neck. As I moved, his hands slid to my hips, his fingers splaying for a firm possessive hold. “Now lift.”
    Distributing my weight between my hands and feet, I tilted forward raising my butt from the seat. Sliding his thighs underneath mine, he guided me backwards until I could feel the tip of his slippery head at my entrance. I shuddered in delight; the mere contact of his cock nudging up against my quivering clit was almost enough to have me well on the way to my next climax.
    With expert control he guided his thick, throbbing length into me, pushing through the clasping muscles of my sex, until I cried out in utter disbelief at the overwhelming fullness. My body began to shudder, my eyes stinging with every extraordinary inch as he filled me to capacity. He stilled, his heart banging out a rhythm against my back, his breath ragged and panting as we both adjusted to the deliciously snug fit of our union. Inside the heated chamber of my sex, I could feel his cock jerking and pulsing, and I knew he was fighting to stay in control. I waited, unmoving, my uneven breath mimicking his until I knew he was back with me.
    Suddenly, I felt his fingers at the back of my head, working to release the blindfold. The fabric relaxed and fell away, and tentatively I opened my eyes.
    The vision before me stole my breath away. From our position on the chaise we had a perfect view of our reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. The room appeared to quiver and vibrate in the fluttering, flickering light of the thirty or more candles that surrounded us. Each one was strategically placed to form a perfect circle around the chaise—our own volcanic ring of fire.
    My brown eyes met pools of blue in the reflection ahead, both pairs misty with emotion and our heightened state of arousal. Increasing the pressure and hold of my hips, he began to move us, pushing and pulling as he moved in time behind me to thrust and slide deep into my core. We were so drenched in the juices of our lust that he