Free Restrained and Willing by Tiffany Bryan

was
dynamited free of their tenacious hold and vaulted into a colorful prismatic
realm of ecstasy.
    “That was…” She took several shallow breaths. “That was—”
    “One down. Five more to go.” Between one breathless pant and
the next, her butt was cliff-hanging off the edge of the bed, Pierce kneeling
on the floor between her quaking thighs, held open wide by the massive expanse
of his shoulders. The shift was so fast, his finger remained buried inside her.
    “Wait.” Two more pants barged past her lips. “You can’t mean
to—”
    He plunged his finger deep and latched on to her clit for a
hard suck.
    “Oh God! You do.”
    He nibbled a bit, deserting her throbbing clit to attend to
her neglected labia. Up down, around, slow lapping strokes through the outer
creases. Used the tip of his tongue to lick around her stretched opening to
ease the way for the slow, even strokes of his pumping finger. In. Out. In.
Out. The occasional twist. A slow, tortuous rhythm that had her desperation
swinging from wanting more to wanting a small respite from the overload of
sensation.
    She latched on to the bedspread, crumpling the fabric in her
grasp.
    Another lick. Another suck. Another long, slow, slow glide
of his finger before he withdrew altogether.
    Thank God! A much-needed breather.
    A short-lived lull, as a heartbeat later, two fingers filled
her and Pierce started the sugar-coated torture all over again.
    She wriggled. Moaned. “Too much. Please, I need a minute.”
    Her appeal went unheeded. Overridden by his deep-throated
murmur. “Mmmm. You taste so damn good. So fucking, unbelievably sweet.” He
flipped his hand, palm up, riding in and out of her tender flesh, bringing his
thumb into play to tease her clit in tandem with his clever tongue.
    Too sensitive. Too much. Too soon.
    A litany that never passed her lips as he relentlessly
attended to his stimulating task.
    She gulped a breath to clear her airway for the moan clawing
its way up from the pit of her clenched stomach. Every muscle, every tendon,
bunching in preparation for the cataclysmic event soon to come.
    She thrashed her head back and forth. A useless gesture
since he couldn’t see it. How could he with his gorgeous black-haired head
buried between her legs as he drove her to mind-numbing madness.
    She lifted her head, swallowed and licked her lips. “I
can’t.”
    He raised his head to catch her gaze. “Yes, brat. You can .”
His warm breath streamed across her overstimulated clit as his diligent fingers
kept her stoked and on edge.
    It was a gently spoken, sensual command. A command,
nonetheless. One she was determined to obey. She’d never been a quitter.
Graduating summa cum laude from Yale proved that. There hadn’t been a dry eye
among the four macho men who’d attended the ceremony. Pierce had been proud of
her then. She’d make him proud again. Surely this wouldn’t be the last time
she’d have to prove her mettle.
    She nodded.
    A gleam of approval flashed in his smoky green eyes before
he lowered his mouth.
    She took a much-needed breath to bolster her determination
and let her head fall back to the mattress. Desperate to touch him, she sank
her fingers into the thick mass of soft midnight atop his head.
    He resumed his mission with a vengeance.
    She thrashed. Moaned. Clutched his hair, at times so hard
she marveled it didn’t separate from his scalp.
    Not that he seemed to notice or care, since he never
relented.
    At one point, he replaced his fingers with his thumb.
Diligently working it between her drenched folds. Switched back.
    He increased the suction on her clit, the deep, forceful
penetration of his fingers, making her entire body hum.
    On the verge of screaming for mercy, she sucked the sound
back, blindsided by the sudden unexpected invasion of her backside by his
thumb. Slick from her overflowing pussy juices, the invasion happened so fast,
she didn’t have time to tense.
    When her peak hit, it hit hard and without