Free Restrained and Willing by Tiffany Bryan Page A

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Instigated by an extra-hard suck on her clit, the deep double penetration, the
slight erotic pain propelled her to a new plane of sexual gratification.
    “Pierce!”
    The uninhibited sound that ripped past her straining neck
tendons and ricocheted around the painted high concrete walls and bounced off
the ceiling was most likely heard halfway down the warehouse district.
    Breaths heavy, sporadic, it took a good deal of time to
become aware of her surroundings, the feel of being encased in a tender
embrace, the Cheshire cat grin of the man looking down on her. The fact that he
was naked.
    Naked!
    Crap!
    How long had she been oblivious? Frolicking in her
post-climax wonderland.
    Apparently long enough for him to strip, scoot her up so her
head was now on the pillow and then settle his buff body next to her.
    Damn, she’d missed watching him strip. One of the top things
on her to-do list for more years than she liked to remember.
    She expelled a small sigh. Hopefully, if things went the way
she wanted, tonight wouldn’t be the last time they’d be intimate. Resolved to
make him realize things could be great between them, she buried her face
against the solid warmth of his chest and savored a lungful of his cherished
masculine scent. A little sweat, a little Irish Spring, a whole lot
hormone-elevating macho man. Not to mention totally self-satisfied, judging
from the soft chuckle that revved through his chest wall into her ear.
    “Okay, I admit, that was fantastic. Would you like me to pin
a medal on your chest?” she teased once she could form the words in a coherent
string. She smoothed a hand over one of his glorious pecs and kissed the deep
groove that divided it from its mate.
    He kissed the top of her head. “Nah. Not yet. Maybe in the
morning. After all the orgasms I promised.”
    She craned her head up to meet his eyes, thinking she’d see
them twinkle with humor. She found nothing in the deep-green orbs but
seriousness. “You weren’t kidding?”
    “You wound me, woman. Have I ever reneged on a promise to
you?”
    “No. But I thought…”
    “Enough with the thinking . Send your brain on a short
vacation.” He chucked her chin. “Let someone else do the thinking. You might
find you like it.”
    With this man, she just might. Besides, she’d be a fool to
argue. What woman in her right mind would object to a multi-orgasm promise? She
settled against him. Content to wallow in his wonderful body heat and give in
to the fulfilling pull of the two consecutive orgasms he’d given her.
    “Let me know when you’re ready to work on number three.”
    Nice of him to give her a say. She was pretty sure that
wasn’t the norm for him. “Ummm. Give me a few minutes,” she murmured, wanting
to bask in the barely there flutters of her fading climax. She closed her eyes
to better appreciate the tiny sensations.
     
    Pierce smiled down at his dozing bedmate, not minding in the
least she was taking a catnap. She’d need to rejuvenate. It was going to be a
very long, very strenuous, and very, very pleasure-filled night. He intended to
take his time discovering every sensitive centimeter of her curvaceous body.
What turned her on. What, if anything, turned her off. Thankfully, slipping his
thumb into her backside hadn’t appeared to be one of her taboos. Although it
did appear to be a new experience. He was more than pleased, since breaking in
a virgin ass was a particular favorite of his. And she had such a nice tight
shapely ass.
    He lightly skimmed several short wayward strands of sable
hair from her forehead, slid his hand lower to gather a generous section from
the longer back layer and stretched it out across her soft pale-green pillow
case. His brat certainly liked her creature comforts. He was a high
thread-count cotton man himself. Not that his closet didn’t contain the
requisite stack of bachelor’s satin sheets. But there was nothing like
snuggling down between a set of high-end soft Egyptian