No Returns (The Blankenships Book 6) Read Online Free
Author: Evelyn Glass
luxuriated in the sensation of her body sighing against the touch of her fingers.
Before Alex, she’d never touched herself just because. She’d thought of herself as sex positive and feminist, but she’d dealt with her own sexual desires as if they were a mere inconvenience. If she wasn’t in a relationship — and sometimes, even when she was – sex was just something to get out of the way. Not that she was just doing it for her partner, but it was utilitarian, a means to an end. Orgasm was a chemical release that her body sometimes craved. Not something to enjoy. Not something to relish.
Touching her body just because it was there, and it felt pleasant, not to push towards orgasm, was something both foreign and wonderful. She curved under her own touch, pushing her pussy a little more firmly into her own hand, feeling the soft surge of delight at sending these sensations through her own body.
All the boring magazine articles always talked about how a woman needed to know how to enjoy her own body in order to let anyone else enjoy it, but somehow, even that had become a thing that was done just to get off. She’d never taken the time to just explore, to just play.
Alex came back with the coffee after a few minutes. She’d kicked off the covers, and her right hand still played delicately between her lower lips, while her left had found her nipple and was teasing and pulling at it, experimenting between the rough touches that Alex favored whenever he took her breast into his mouth, and the lightest brush of skin over pebbled skin that made her back arch, and her mouth make a soundless little O. He watched her for a moment while she slowed her fingers, panting softly, pushing herself up to sitting even as her cunt pulsed with a kind of want she hadn’t experienced before. She took the mug from him. He’d made her coffee light and sweet, and it was delicious. Sweeter than she would have wanted it any other day, but that was all right. She’d show him later. Teach him.
“I want to tie you down,” she said, surprised at the conversational tone of her voice. “I want to play with your body like a toy.”
“All right,” he said without hesitation. “I have leather cuffs that fasten onto the headboard. Shall I get them?” She arched an eyebrow, and he whispered the word again, his mouth as sensual as if his lips were pressed up against her cleft sex. “Shall I get them, mistress?”
“Yes,” she said. “Can you tie yourself down?”
“You’ll have to do the last fastening,” he said, ducking into the closet. He didn’t have to go all the way into the play room apparently; she heard a drawer open in the closet, and whatever he was looking for seemed to be there.
“Do what you can,” she said. She stepped off the bed while he fastened the leather cuffs to the headboard, and then closed the snaps on one side. Her fingers stayed busy in her hot cunt while he did it. Greedy today. Is this my way of coming back to life? Will he enjoy it? I hope he does. I hope he wants this, too . He placed his free hand inside the cuff, and then glanced at her.
Zoey took a moment and then crawled forward on the bed, snapping the leather cuff in place around his wrist. She pulled on his hands for a moment, testing how firmly he was bound. He could probably pull free if he tried to, but otherwise, he was tightly held.
She leaned back on her heels and looked him over, debating how she wanted to go about exploring this man. He watched her with calm, neutral eyes. It was refreshing. Reassuring. Feeling his trust, feeling his confidence that she would take care of them both. She liked that.
She started with her fingertips after a little bit. She ran her hands down every inch of his skin, carefully exploring the lines of his pectorals, the soft curves of his abs, the divots that led her down his hips and towards his cock, resting languidly in its nest of pubic hair. She ran
Before Alex, she’d never touched herself just because. She’d thought of herself as sex positive and feminist, but she’d dealt with her own sexual desires as if they were a mere inconvenience. If she wasn’t in a relationship — and sometimes, even when she was – sex was just something to get out of the way. Not that she was just doing it for her partner, but it was utilitarian, a means to an end. Orgasm was a chemical release that her body sometimes craved. Not something to enjoy. Not something to relish.
Touching her body just because it was there, and it felt pleasant, not to push towards orgasm, was something both foreign and wonderful. She curved under her own touch, pushing her pussy a little more firmly into her own hand, feeling the soft surge of delight at sending these sensations through her own body.
All the boring magazine articles always talked about how a woman needed to know how to enjoy her own body in order to let anyone else enjoy it, but somehow, even that had become a thing that was done just to get off. She’d never taken the time to just explore, to just play.
Alex came back with the coffee after a few minutes. She’d kicked off the covers, and her right hand still played delicately between her lower lips, while her left had found her nipple and was teasing and pulling at it, experimenting between the rough touches that Alex favored whenever he took her breast into his mouth, and the lightest brush of skin over pebbled skin that made her back arch, and her mouth make a soundless little O. He watched her for a moment while she slowed her fingers, panting softly, pushing herself up to sitting even as her cunt pulsed with a kind of want she hadn’t experienced before. She took the mug from him. He’d made her coffee light and sweet, and it was delicious. Sweeter than she would have wanted it any other day, but that was all right. She’d show him later. Teach him.
“I want to tie you down,” she said, surprised at the conversational tone of her voice. “I want to play with your body like a toy.”
“All right,” he said without hesitation. “I have leather cuffs that fasten onto the headboard. Shall I get them?” She arched an eyebrow, and he whispered the word again, his mouth as sensual as if his lips were pressed up against her cleft sex. “Shall I get them, mistress?”
“Yes,” she said. “Can you tie yourself down?”
“You’ll have to do the last fastening,” he said, ducking into the closet. He didn’t have to go all the way into the play room apparently; she heard a drawer open in the closet, and whatever he was looking for seemed to be there.
“Do what you can,” she said. She stepped off the bed while he fastened the leather cuffs to the headboard, and then closed the snaps on one side. Her fingers stayed busy in her hot cunt while he did it. Greedy today. Is this my way of coming back to life? Will he enjoy it? I hope he does. I hope he wants this, too . He placed his free hand inside the cuff, and then glanced at her.
Zoey took a moment and then crawled forward on the bed, snapping the leather cuff in place around his wrist. She pulled on his hands for a moment, testing how firmly he was bound. He could probably pull free if he tried to, but otherwise, he was tightly held.
She leaned back on her heels and looked him over, debating how she wanted to go about exploring this man. He watched her with calm, neutral eyes. It was refreshing. Reassuring. Feeling his trust, feeling his confidence that she would take care of them both. She liked that.
She started with her fingertips after a little bit. She ran her hands down every inch of his skin, carefully exploring the lines of his pectorals, the soft curves of his abs, the divots that led her down his hips and towards his cock, resting languidly in its nest of pubic hair. She ran
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