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thumbs. Belle
marveled at the fact that even his testicles were attractive. What
sort of man looked this good all over?
    “I could do that for you,” she offered
breathlessly. “Maybe with my mouth?”
    His cock jerked, a clear bead of fluid
appearing at its hole. At least this part of him was affected by
her words. The rest of him seemed determined to play aloof. He
moved one hand to his shaft, stroking it lazily upward and letting
go, upward and letting go, as if the way his cock stretched and
shuddered didn’t bother him at all. He looked like he could keep
this up forever.
    “I want your other mouth on my prick,”
he said, the hoarseness of his voice satisfying. “You’re my
prisoner, and I say you stay tied up until you come.”
    Belle let out a sound she couldn’t swallow,
the leather strap that sawed gently between her legs grown slick.
“I want you inside me now.”
    The muscles of his face tightened. She knew
he was affected then. Her wanting him was his turn on.
    “I want you jammed inside me,” she insisted,
pressing her advantage. “I want you and only you fucking me.”
    He stepped to her, the motion not quite
graceful. His skin was twinkling like a fourth of July sparkler, so
bright it took concentration to see his expression behind the
shine.
    “Belle,” he said, and then he kissed her.
    He pushed her lips apart with his tongue,
reaching deep and sucking. His hands came up to cover her
hard-tipped breasts, causing Belle’s spine to arch and feel like it
was melting. His living touch was better than any toy. She threw
herself into responding.
    Her abandon seemed to startle him. When he
pulled back to gasp for air, he was wide-eyed.
    “Should I hide what you do to me?” she
asked.
    His hands contracted on her breasts, thumbs
sweeping across her nipples. “Never. I want to know everything
you’re feeling.”
    He kissed her again more impassionedly,
noises coming from his chest as their mouths dug into each other.
He slid his hands around to her back, stroking her shoulders,
massaging her vertebrae and her ass - probably her sexiest part,
since you could actually tell she was female there. Though the ties
and the wooden frame held her in the spread-out pose, his arms
pulled her tight to him. She growled with pleasure as this allowed
her to rub her belly along his cock. She rolled up on her toes to
get every inch of him.
    His satiny head left a little wet trail on
her.
    John ripped his mouth free of hers and
cursed. “You are so tasty,” he exclaimed.
    He dipped to her breast and sealed his lips
around her nipple, the strong pull of his cheeks sending heat
streaking to her sex. Her breasts might be nothing to write home
about, but her nipples were sensitive. Seeming to know this, his
tongue fluttered over them with butterfly quickness. Belle cried
out and arched closer to his mouth. He sucked harder, switched
breasts, then went back to the first again.
    “Mm,” he moaned, his fingers kneading deeply
into her butt muscles. “Shit, I can’t drag this out anymore. I’m
going to come in my fucking sleep.” He tugged at the belt-like tie
that covered her pussy. “ Release, ” he ordered
impatiently.
    The leather whipped away from her. Air rushed
between her legs, cool against her heat and wetness, pointing up
how open she abruptly was.
    “Now?” she asked, loving that this brought
his eyes up to hers.
    “God, yes,” he answered.
    The rubbing of the belt had puffed up her
labia. He ran his fingers between the tender folds, his gentle
exploration slicked by her arousal. He sucked in a breath as his
forefinger found and circled her hot button.
    Not surprisingly, so did she.
    “This is good ,” he said, his voice so
basso it rumbled. He pinched the swelling, rolling it with enough
pressure to make her squirm. Belle feared she’d have to urge him on
again, but even he was ready for the next act.
    Moving forward half a step brought his
heaving chest to hers. They were almost eye to eye,