(Complete but Publishing Chapters In Progress) Rebound, Boundless Series, Book 1

Twenty One

"I want you to know I've never done this with another man before. I've had a lot of first-time experiences with you. Whatever I do to you from here on out is something I may have read or watched but never dared to do myself. You make me feel sexy..." I planted a kiss on his collarbone. "Desirable..." I slid myself down his torso. "Wanted. . ." I planted my ear on his chest, listening to his heart race. "And needed... Which has given me the courage to act on my fantasies." I said, then kissed, licked, and sucked on his puckered, caramel-colored nipples.

When he moaned, I advised, "But if at any point, you want me to stop, all you have to say is 'feather.' Do you understand?" He nodded through ragged breaths, his wide chest heaving, and his arm muscles flexing against the binding. I felt him buck up. I moved back down to his groin, nestling his erect cock against my panty-covered seam.

"God, you're so hard." He wriggled and writhed against me, seeking release from his growing desire. "I need to make sure, Matt, that you aren't uncomfortable with anything I do. What word do you use to stop me?" I asked, hoping he paid attention to my directions.

"Feather!" he responded correctly.

"I want to bring you pleasure, which in turn satisfies me. I think I know how to do that for you. I know you like to control a lot of things, but sometimes it's okay to turn over power to someone else; that being me, of course." I winked at him and smiled. His eyes glazed over, and his lids were heavy. He swallowed hard, and his muscles twitched.

I lifted off his body. His eyes widened in shock at my leaving the bed, pleading silently for me to return to him. I crossed my arms in front of me and grasped the bottom of my nightgown. I lifted my arms and slowly pulled the flimsy cloth over my torso. The elastic empire waist caused my heavy breasts to bounce and scrape over my sensitive, hardened nipples. I heard a little gasp escape from his mouth. I smiled at him and dropped my gown on the floor.

Instead of pulling down my lace panties, I placed both hands around the side seam. His eyes widened, and he licked his dry lips once more. "I wonder what you would do if you weren't tied up. Would you take off my panties or just push them to the side?" He groaned. I observed his Adam's Apple bound up and down. His hips rocked to and fro, shifting his erect cock, which bounced at attention. I awaited a response. He swallowed, waiting for me to react. I calmly asked again, "Matt, would you rip them off of me?" I shrugged a shoulder.

"Uhh... Baby, yes," he whispered. And with his response, I ripped the cheap pair of panties easily. The material fell limply against my thigh, revealing my mound. I gathered the fabric on the other side of the seam and ripped purely to mesmerize him. I parted my legs, and the lace fell easily to the floor. At the motion, he groaned and bucked.

His cock twitched with need.

I touched his strong, muscular leg with the tips of my fingers, running it from his quad down to his shin, his legs shaking under my soft touch. I scanned his body—from his tied-up wrists, to his beautiful face, down to the hardened nipples of his groomed, muscular chest, then to his pulsating cock. His legs twitched as I walked around to the foot of the bed.

"You look so beautiful lying there for me. Your body is amazing. Just like on Sunday when I had you on your back, waiting for me as you touched yourself. I pictured you like this then." He groaned. His patience was commendable, and he would be richly rewarded.