Indulgence (349 page)

She felt him leave the bedside and heard water running in
the bathroom. When he returned she felt a warm, round bowl tucked between her
legs. Armando spread her knees apart fully, which exposed her full sex to him.
She wished she could see his face as he looked down on her. It was torture not
knowing.

“You are so beautiful, Gina,” he said. Now she knew, and the
answer made her insides twitch, knowing her sex was bared, fully revealed.
Several seconds of silence was followed by the warm feel of his tongue lapping
at the lips of her labia. She instinctively raised her knees, presenting her
pelvis to him. “Yes. Nice, Gina.” He took her further into his mouth.

She released her grip on the headboard to smash his head
into her crotch when he stopped her firmly.

“No, no. Bad girl. If you don’t leave your hands there, I
might have to secure them.”

Secure them?

She smiled as she replaced her hands atop her head, twisting
her torso carefully from side to side, wanting him to penetrate her, and also
wanting to be a good girl and not spill what was in the bowl that rested
between her legs. “More,” she said.

“Yes. Happy to oblige,” he whispered to that private place
between her thighs. He blew warm air on her and she moaned, raising her pelvis
off the bed again.

“Need you. Need you inside.”

“Yes.”

She heard water trickling in the bowl. Suddenly a warm
washcloth was placed on her swollen peach. He rubbed her carefully, delicately,
breathing slowly. Gina’s chest was heaving under the aching burden of her
engorged breasts. Her nipples hurt, but the rough washcloth between her legs
made her come.

He rubbed her nub between his thumb and forefinger. She
jerked, uncontrolled, as he played her. His hands left her and she heard the
sounds of a brush and lathering cup.

“I’m going to shave you,” he said.

Gina’s quivering crotch was dripping with her own juices.

“Yes.” She said.

The brush tickled as it swirled warm soap over the sides of
her crevice and into the depression at the tops of her thighs. Then his fingers
delicately spread her folds back and he scraped her flesh with a razor, rinsing
it between the long strokes. He was careful not to nick or touch the insides of
her lips. He shouldered under her thigh to shave the flesh around her anus. One
finger delicately prodded her there and she inhaled.

“Shhh. Careful. I have a sharp tool in my hands,” he said.

After he was finished shaving, he applied a fresh washcloth
to remove lather and rinse her off.

Far from feeling debased, her heightened arousal made her
compliant, needing this strong man to command her to do anything he might
desire. When she felt him leave the bed, she surreptitiously stroked the
baby-skin-like lips of her labia and then inserted two fingers into her
desperately needy vagina. The touch of her own fingers was a welcome pleasure,
and something she had never done before. She heard him pour out the contents of
the bowl of warm water in the bathroom.

When she heard his footsteps returning to the bedside, he
said, “Oh Gina. You have been very, very bad. I asked you not to take your
hands off the headboard. I’m afraid that means I will have to restrain you.”

Armando knew his own body, but his goal was to understand
hers even better. Each time she would climax, he slowed the pace a little, trying
to extend the time they spent in peak arousal. He was so close; he forced
himself to focus on little details of her body so he wouldn’t go over the edge.
Not just yet.

He had tied her beautiful wrists to the headboard. It was a
first for him. He’d had fantasies about it, but had never found anyone he
trusted enough to explore those regions together. But with Gina he felt like
something was building. He suddenly wanted to do everything with her, try
things he had never dared before. If she was willing. Only if she was willing.

Looking at those long fingers of hers gripping the bedframe,
showing her willingness to be his captive, nearly made him spill. He loved the
curves of her hand, the smooth surfaces of the bright pink polish as he sucked
on each finger rolling his tongue over every surface, lapping the places
between her fingers just like what he was going to do to the place between her
thighs later on. She moaned and rose to him, pressing her full breasts into his
chest, rubbing them against him as he felt her vibrating sex below his own.

His cock had never wanted something so bad in his life. He
licked down the insides of her arms, one at a time. He kissed and nipped at the
insides of her elbows. Every shadowy private part of her body was his to devour.
His.

There was the little hollow under her ears he especially
enjoyed, full of the scent from her arousal, mixed with her cologne. He was
adapting to her environment, exploring and tasting all her places, learning to
tune his body to what she wanted, which happened to be exactly what he wanted.
When she moaned, he needed to be there at her mouth to jealously take it all
into him. Her breath became his. He would possess every part of her he could.

Something was sliding away as he licked and nibbled over her
body. Some heavy shield of steel was being taken from him, dissolved in the
scent of her body, in the soft recesses of her flesh. Every place he touched
her, she reacted. Nothing was as thrilling as watching her face and feeling her
body respond to his.

“Please,” she whispered. He loved the baby-fine skin of her
now-shaved labia, taking his fill, using his fingers and his tongue. Her nub
was red he’d pinched and sucked at it so much. Yet each time he touched her
there she jumped. A slow, lazy smile would appear, demanding a moist kiss,
delivering her the taste of her own arousal.

“Please,” she begged again. He wasn’t done teasing her,
heightening her pleasure. He had much more in store for her first.

Armando doubted he’d ever be able to go to sleep in this
room without thinking about what Gina looked like naked, spread-eagled, tied to
his bed and blindfolded. Best thing of all was that she wanted more.

He adjusted his position, straddling her neck. He rubbed his
cock against her lips and she opened to him, taking him inside, and deep.

“Careful, Gina.” He was close to exploding. Her tongue
rolled over his hardened rod, her lips sucking him, elongating him, making him
even more engorged. He moved in and out through her pink lips, increasing the
rhythm until he felt his hilt begin to tighten and he withdrew. Her
high-pitched whine was a thing of beauty.

“Need you inside me,” she complained.

“In time. You trust me?”

“Of course.”

“I need a yes or no.”

“Yes, Armando. I trust you.”

“Good girl, Gina. Now, I’m going to untie you and turn you
over.”

“Okay.”

“What do you say?”

“Yes, please turn me over.”

Armando released the silk tie from her wrists but kept her
blindfolded. He picked her body up as she wrapped her arms around his neck and
snuggled to his chest. He helped her to a kneeling position at the bottom of
the bed, keeping her arms stretched above her head, and then retying them
together. He tucked a pillow under her belly and spread her knees to the sides,
raising her butt high off the bed. He slid two fingers down the crack from her
anus to her waiting peach.

She was slick and wet, and so ready for him. At the touch of
his fingers, she extended her tailbone higher, presenting herself to him.

“Please,” she whined.

His hungry tongue wandered along her cleft, then rooted and
planted inside her opening. Her luscious folds were hot, her nub swollen.

He studied the beautiful configuration of her white flesh,
and the reddish-pink folds of her sex that glistened as he probed her with
several fingers. She bent her elbows and balanced on her forearms, stretching
up on tiptoe, legs perfectly straight, in a silent plea for his possession.

Armando decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood and
placed his cock at her opening from behind. He slid the entire length of him in
one slow movement, extending him inside slowly, a fraction of an inch at a
time, and then back out. Her deep channel accepted him, squeezing him with her
internal muscles. The flesh of her cheeks rippled as he rammed in and out of
her faster, harder with each thrust. He touched her perfect skin, squeezed the
delicious mounds of her bottom that overflowed in his hands as he lifted and
separated her for deeper penetration. She responded by pushing against him and
grinding herself over his cock.

He picked up the pace even more after several minutes.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he pulled her knees up under her and continued
to stroke. He lost himself deep inside her, and then all of a sudden he began
to spill. Her muscles milked him as she gasped, meeting his thrust and opening
herself to him fully.

He collapsed on top of her, his left arm covering hers above
her head, entangling her bound fingers with his. They breathed in tandem, in
the dark, his chest covering her back. His right arm was tucked beneath her
while he alternated between stroking her nub and kneading her breasts, bracing
his own weight but holding her close. He knew that he would never get enough of
this woman. For the first time in his life, all he wanted to do was pleasure
her, keep her in his bed.

Gina almost wept when Armando untied her wrists and removed
her blindfold. They were tears of joy. She was wrung out from the sexual
satisfaction she felt for the first time in her life. The glow spread
throughout her body, all the way to her fingertips and toes. Every place her
body touched his was electric. She felt his rhythmic breathing as his warm
chest covered her back. The backs of her thighs felt the muscles in his.

He rocked them to the side and they curled up together on
the bed. He reached for the coverlet, slipping it over both of them, and
instantly she was in the cocoon of his scent, wrapped in his warm arms, safe
and alive with passion unlike ever before.

It was surely a dream. Worries niggled at the edges of her
thoughts, but she pushed them aside.

Let me have this. Just this. I’ll deal with tomorrow when
I have to.

Perhaps unwise, she decided everything she’d ever wanted was
resting beside her in the bed.

The next morning, Armando brought her in the breakfast in
bed he’d promised the morning before, before their sexual appetites had
eliminated their need for food.

He sat on the bed across from her while she looked over
everything. He’d made a spinach and cheese omelet, cut up fresh strawberries
and added strong black coffee.

“It all looks so yummy. I can’t make up my mind where to
start. Can you help me?” It felt good to see his smile in the warm sunlight of
morning in his bed.

“I can help you with lots of things, as you well know,” he
said as he dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and held it to her lips.

She gobbled it up “Thought we’d exhausted the supply of
whipped cream yesterday.”

He dipped another strawberry in the bowl of cream, and
lobbed it into his mouth. “I always come prepared.”

“Yes you do. I like how prepared you are. I like how you
demand of me the very best part. Even the damaged parts.”

“Together we make quite a team, Gina.”

“I agree.”

“Which leads us to some decisions we have to make,” he said
without smiling.

“Decisions?” Doubt began to creep into her otherwise sunny
morning.

“Yes. Like how fast you can break your lease, and when you
can get some time off from work. I deploy in three months, and I intend to
leave a thoroughly married man, if you’ll have me.”

Gina’s heart soared. This unbelievably sunny morning had exploded
into a million rays of sunlight, and she realized she was right where she
belonged, in his bed, and all was right with the world.

“Nothing would give me more pleasure than to be the woman
you come home to, Armando Guzman. I’d consider it an honor to serve the man I
love with my whole heart.”

The End

Sharon Hamilton is a NYT and USAToday bestselling author
most known for her
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vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won't find any of these
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A lifelong organic gardener, Sharon lives with her husband
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Material in this work of fiction is of a graphic sexual nature
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