Monday, August 20, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
“Baby, this is going to be so good,” Cat purred in his ear as she knotted the rope around his wrist and tied his left hand to the bed post.
Logan Hart had no doubt it would be good. She had him right where she liked him best, flat on his back, and he couldn’t wait for whatever sex game she had in mind. Cat was an extraordinary lover with a filthy mind. Nothing was taboo to her. He’d had her every way a man possibly could. And he’d let her do things to him that would have freaked out his ex-wife. Alexis wasn’t a prude, but until the foursome they’d started during their Tahoe vacation last year, she’d been pretty vanilla, her wild and crazy moments few and far between.
To get to his other hand, Cat straddled his belly, the crotch of her panties caressing his cock. Gathering her gorgeous brunette hair to the back of her head, she wriggled on him. And smiled. “Baby, baby,” she cooed. “You’re already hard.” Moving to his side, she grabbed his right hand and looped a length of rope around it.
“Hell, yeah,” he said. Naked, hard, and ready for anything. Cat wore a skimpy sundress, her perfect, large breasts straining the fabric, and panties, that was all. She’d been sunning in the backyard during the afternoon, and the late August rays had left her skin still warm to the touch. Summer in the San Francisco Bay Area had been a little cool this year, but Cat ran a few degrees hotter than most, in more ways than one.
That heat was the reason for his divorce, and hers, both of which had become final six months ago. After they’d started the foursome/wife-swapping thing, he couldn’t get enough of Cat. Personally, he couldn’t really see the difference between fucking Cat in front of Alexis versus fucking her in the afternoon while Alexis was at work. How could that be betrayal? Yet both Alexis and Cat’s husband Drew had seen it differently. So now Logan was divorced and living with Cat. Ah, the changes a year wrought.
Having secured his wrists, Cat crawled down to the end of the bed. She hiked her dress up over her firm ass, and he could see the dampness of her panties.
“How about a little suck?” he cajoled. “I promise not to come.”
From the bottom of the bed, where she was working on restraining his legs, Cat shot him a sultry look with those damn sexy brown eyes of hers, and shook her finger at him. “Uh-uh-uh. No samples. I want you harder and hotter than you’ve ever been.”
They hadn’t had sex in three days. She hadn’t even let him whack off, insisting that she wanted him crazy with need for her little surprise.
“I’m dying here.” Those three days had been a killer.
She finished knotting the last rope, leaving him tied down and spread-eagled. Then she knelt between his legs. “Oh, look at you. That is sooooo sexy.” She stroked from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his cock.
Logan shivered. “You witch.”
She laughed. Cat had a sexy, wicked laugh that never failed to make him hard.
“Now for the crowning touch.” She hopped off the bed and rummaged in her bureau drawer. When she found what she was looking for, she held up the prize. A black blindfold she normally used for sleeping on long flights. “It’s going to be all sensory, just touch and sound, no sight.”