The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Online Free PDF

warm focaccia covered in the sun-dried tomato cream cheese she loved. She hummed as she chewed, and as soon as she swallowed, she opened her mouth again.
    The rim of a glass touched her lip. “Sip slowly,” he whispered next to her ear before his teeth tugged on her earlobe.
    A delightful catch in her abdomen, much like the ones she felt whenever she saw him naked, caught her attention. She savored it as she sipped. Wine. Merlot. The warmth filled her as the glass was replaced with more warm bread, this time with a slippery and tasty slice of portabella mushroom and a dab of gorgonzola cheese.
    Then it dawned on Angie that Noah was warming up food he’d brought fromLa Trattoria, their favorite restaurant. The one they’d been eating in when he’d asked if she wanted to move into the new condo with him. “Delicious,” she said, licking her lips in what she hoped was a sexy way. His quick sucking intake of air made her smile.
    Since he was close, she gently reached up with her bound hands. They brushed over his stomach, and she caressed his lean muscles with her fingertips. His skin was soft but lightly furred. She’d always loved looking at him, seeing that mat of brown hair on his chest and following it with her eyes as it trailed to a thin line to just below his navel. Then it fanned out to cover his groin. Remembering just how sexy he looked, she let her fingers follow the pattern of hair toward that glorious cock. Just as her sensitive fingertips touched the silken softness of the engorged head, he stepped out of her reach. “C’mon, honey,” she said. “I wanted to touch you.”
    “You will. When I say so.” More sounds of dishes and silverware. “Open.”
    Angie did as he asked. This time a spoon entered her mouth, and the succulent flavor of some creamy soup filled her taste buds. Lobster bisque. Her absolute favorite. As she swallowed, she almost choked when fingers suddenly brushed over the lips of her pussy, stroking and delving.
    Explained why he wanted the crotchless panties… “Noah…” She arched into his touch when one of his long fingers slipped inside her. All too quickly, his warmth was gone. She pouted her lip. Perhaps if she told him how nice it felt…“I liked that.”
    Not a word. Didn’t he realize how aroused she was? Before she could ask, another bite of the fabulous bisque was offered, and she greedily ate it, working the thick creaminess through her mouth to get the flavor. Amazing how much better things tasted when you focused solely on the taste rather than the image. As she enjoyed it, Angie started forming plans for payback—a night with Noah entirely at her mercy.
    “Stand up,” he said from somewhere to her right. She obeyed. He pressed behind her, jerked down the front of her bra, and stroked her breasts. She let out a ragged moan. “Told you this would help you, that letting go and trusting me would be nice,” he said in a voice husky with arousal. Even his tone seemed different, more intense. She gave him a nod to let him know just how right he was.
    With his cock pressed against her ass, Noah forced his way between her thighs. She squeezed him, cuddling his dick against her cunt. A few tantalizing strokes, then he backed away.
    His light steps sounded against the hardwood before his lips brushed across hers, forcing a quick gasp since she hadn’t expected his touch. “Follow me.” A tug on the ropes, and she slowly walked until she collided with his chest. “You can stop now,” he said with a chuckle.
    Angie let her bound hands drop and reached forward, trying to take his dick into her fingers, but a quick jerk of the rope pulled them up. “You can only do what I tell you.” His authoritative voice suggested she not argue, so she nodded.
    Strong arms encircled her waist and lifted, her shoes scuffing the floor as they moved until the bed pressed against the back of her thighs. “Sit,” Noah ordered.
    Angie let her bottom rest on the cool sheets. Smooth.