Free Naughty New Year by Alisa Easton Page B

didn’t think she could be any wetter. The
space between her legs ached for his attention.
    “Give me your
hands,” he said as he returned to the living room.
    This time she
did sit up and she looked at him puzzled. He was holding a silk scarf in his
hand. What exactly did he intend to do with that? Surely, he didn’t mean to tie
her hands with it?
    “Give me your
hands,” he repeated almost breathless with the anticipation of having her.
    Her voice shook
when she spoke.
    “Evan, I don’t
think that’s such a good idea.” She looked at the black silk scarf again and
then back at the look in his eyes. That look had the power to convince her to
do just about anything but she wasn’t sure she was ready to cross that line
just yet. She’d never gotten into the kinkier side of sex and she wasn’t sure
she wanted to try.
    “Trust me.”
    “I’ve never …
done that.”
    “It’s okay.
Trust me.”
    Without second
guessing, she put out her wrists for him and he took them eagerly, moving her
hands behind her back as she sat on her knees and tying them with quick
expertise. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she submitted. The eagerness
between her legs become overwhelming.
    He securely
fastened her wrists and then stroked her arms, moving slowly up and down the
length of them, sending waves of pleasure through to her core. He guided her up
to her feet and led her to the arm of the couch.
    “I can’t hold
back,” he said as he pushed her to bend forward over the arm so that it gave
her just enough support that she wouldn’t fall over but presented her behind to
him yet again. He used his foot to push her legs into a wide stance and without
warning, pressed his full length into her.
    Without her
arms, she couldn’t steady herself against the couch. She held her stance the
best that she could but the control was entirely in Evan’s hands. He kept his
hands on her hips as he continued to pleasure her. With each thrust, she almost
forgot her own name. The other times they’d been together, he’d held back but
now he gave her all of him and she wasn’t sure that she could take it. She
moaned with her face pressed into the couch and silently begged him to give her
more.
    Evan groaned and
made several guttural noises as he had his way with her. It almost seemed as if
he’d become possessed and overcome with the simple need to be inside her. She
knew that she wouldn’t stop him now even if she’d wanted to and she definitely
did not.
    She felt her
body tighten in response to his thrusts. He’d slowed down just enough so that
she could feel his full length slide into her and then he smacked her backside.
She yelped in response, more out of the sheer unexpectedness of it than out of
pain but the place where he’d hit her stung slightly. Before she could catch
her breath, he’d slapped her again.
    “Evan…” She was
torn between the desire that claimed her core and the fear that he would hurt
her.
    He quickened his
pace again and she could feel him getting close to his own orgasm just as she
was certain that she would be pushed over the edge as well. She braced herself
and opened her legs wider trying to take more of him if that were even
possible.
    The orgasm took
her fast and made her entire body seize in pleasure. Evan followed her over the
edge and they slumped against the edge of the couch. Evan moaned into her back.
    Once the moment
had passed, the first hints of discomfort started to take over her body.
    “Evan, untie me
please,” she whispered. He slipped out of her and helped her to her feet,
kissed her shoulders, and slid his hands down the length of her arms before he
untied her wrists and spun her around to face him so that he could place his
lips on hers. She melted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
him closer to her.
    “The pizza…”
    “Shit,” Evan
said pulling away from her and making a beeline for the kitchen, “I forgot all
about it.”
    With Evan out of
the