Chapter 7

Riley slapped Kari's hip lightly. "Don't move. Not even an inch. I'll be right back."

She waited, trying to keep her breathing even, wondering if he'd use his belt, but when he knelt on the bed next to her he had a silk tie in his hand.

"I'm glad to know this is good for something besides boring meetings," he grinned, but the grin was so rapacious she felt her pussy quiver.

Carefully he wound the tie around her wrists, then tied it over her head to one of the spindles on the headboard. She watched his eyes take in every inch of her body-he breasts now stretched so her nipples pointed at him, her pussy with dew glistening on the curls. The way he was kneeling his cock was only a whisper from her mouth, one drop if liquid glistening on the broad, plum-colored head.

Impulsively she reached out her tongue and licked it. The taste was a warm mixture of sweet and salty, its flavor bursting in her mouth. Not being able to touch him, to take that thick shaft in her hand, was frustrating yet at the same time so erotic her pulse speeded up.

Riley's breath hissed at the feel of her tongue and he rock slightly against her mouth.

"I'd love to come in that sweet mouth, darlin'," he murmured, "but not before I fuck that delicious, sweeter-than-sugar cunt of yours.

Still he rocked forward again and she opened her mouth, letting the head slide in past her lips. Her tongue teased the soft flesh, the tip of it probing into the slit where precum continued to pearl. She swallowed each mouth-watering drop, hollowing her cheeks to try and suck him in deeper.

Eyes closed, he allowed himself one more moment of pure pleasure, then pulled back, her warm lips making one last glide over his cock. Shifting position, he knelt between her thighs, raking her body with his eyes. She looked unbelievable with her hands bound over her head, stretched out for him like prey served up for a hunter. He couldn't wait to feast on her.

Again his tongue teased her slit, sweeping from clit to anus and back again, her flavors blending on his tongue like an exotic cocktail. His hands lifted her legs to bend them at the knee, spreading them wide then pushing them back toward her breasts so her pussy was wide open to his assault.

Binding her hands excited her. he could see it in her eyes and the delicate flush of her skin. The pulse at the base of her throat beat faster, harder, and he knew excitement raced through her. What else would she let him do? What else would turn her on? Had she ever done any of this before or was he her first...in so many ways. The thought that he was entering virgin territory send spikes of heat through him. He stopped thinking that a woman like this existed for him-mature, ripe, adventurous and with a brain.

Unable to wait any longer, he reached for the condom he'd dropped onto the bed, tore open the foil and sheathed himself. Levering himself against her knees, he pressed the head of his dick against her vaginal opening, watching the slick flesh part for him very slowly. He rocked his hips gently, easing the head into her in tiny increments.

Jesus! She was so tight. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He pulled out for a moment, leaned down and lapped at her again, mingling his fluid with hers, then began to enter her again.

She was panting as she strained to take him, little moans escaping her lips, her body reaching up to meet his.

Riley closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. She was so damn tight! He had to hang onto this at least until he was all the way in. He wasn't about to embarrass himself by spilling his cum all over her like some horny teenager.

Shifting his hand from one knee and wrapped his fingers around his cock and rocked harder against her, guiding himself inside her. As her flesh began to part for him more creamed flowed through her cunt, lubricating his way. Increment by increment he pushed his way into her.

When he opened his eyes to look at her, the carnal heat that flared back at him almost undid him. She was moving harder against him now, welcoming him into her body, trying to suck him into that very tight little pussy. As her flesh glided over his, he felt tiny little quivers in the walls of her vagina teasing at his engorged shaft.

Oh, sweet Jesus, don't let me lose it now.

And then he was all the way in, his balls against the smooth skin of her ass, her cunt grasping at him like a hot, wet fist. He had to move. He had to.

He tried to keep the rhythm slow and steady, but she arched to meet each thrust, pulling at him, sucking at him, clenching around him. He couldn't wait any longer. Moving his hand to her clit, he massaged his thumb back and forth across the swollen little bud, faster and faster. Her sounds of pleasure rose from her throat and her hips thrust at him again and again.

He watched her eyes, trying to gauge her readiness. And then he felt her pussy begin to tighten around him even more, saw the muscles of her tummy flex and a long, low sound from her throat fill the room. He rolled his hips and thrust hard one last time, his semen filling the thin latex as his cock pulsed hard and her pussy milked him, bathing him with her liquid heat.

He shuddered as the orgasm ripped through him, holding himself taut over her, feeling every ripple of her body. Then it was over and he collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms and pulling one of her nipples into his mouth as the last spasms died away.