Private 02 - Private Paradise

patch of curls at the top of her mound, stroking her inner thighs, sliding along her smooth outer lips but despite the nearly frantic thrusts of her hips never delving inside where she really needed him.
    “ Please, Sam,” she said, her humiliation at begging not strong enough to keep her from doing it. “Please, I need you to touch me...” Her pleas ended on a groan as his mouth slid down her stomach. He bent his head between her legs and his tongue flicked out to taste the skin of her inner thigh. He lifted his mouth higher, and Carla thought she was finally going to get some relief. Frustrated tears pricked her eyes as she felt nothing but the whisper of Sam's breath over the throbbing but of her clit.
    Still, she yearned closer, convinced that even a stronger puff of air would push her mercifully off the tightrope. “God, Sam, please, please, please,” she said almost frantically. “Please stop teasing me.”
    “ Tell me,” he said, his voice tight as he ignored her and pushed himself back up her body so his face was again level with hers, the thick length of his cock throbbing torturously against her belly. “When was the last time a man made you so hot you were begging for it? When was the last time you needed to be touched, to be fucked so bad you'd do practically anything for it?”
    Her head thrashed against the pillows. “Never,” she said mindlessly, unable to keep the words from spilling out. “Never with anyone but you. You're the only one who makes me crazy like this―”
    Her words broke off as his mouth covered hers, and this time there was no gentleness as his lips sucked greedily at hers and his tongue thrust in to tangle with hers. He pulled back, and in her daze she saw his hands moving in the candlelight.
    The sound of foil ripping was like a miracle. Within seconds he covered himself and was kneeling between her legs, his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her off the bed to receive him.
    She cried out as the thick head of his cock parted her and he entered her with one swift, merciless thrust. She came before he was even halfway inside, her body shaking and jerking against the restraint as her pussy milked his cock hard. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as he held her hips in a grip so tight it should have hurt, pounding into her as her orgasm washed over her in a relentless wave.
    Sam cried out, arching above her with his head thrown back, his face tight with pleasure as he jackhammered into her, hard and fast and deeper than anything Carla had ever felt. Unbelievably, she felt herself responding again, her body tightening around him in response to the heavy thrust and drag of him moving inside her. She could see his stomach muscles clench, feel his body tighten as he approached his peak.
    One hand released its grip on her hip to rest low on her stomach. He burrowed his thumb in her curls until it found her clit. “Come with me this time,” he panted, his thumb stroking firmly in rhythm with his thrusts as he cock seemed to grow even bigger, as his orgasm loomed.
    She felt him throb and pulse heavily inside her. That, combined with the steady pressure of his thumb sent her hurtling over the edge a second time, crying and moaning, thrashing against the restraints as she came even harder than she had the first time.
    He collapsed, half on top of her, his head buried against her breasts as his breath came hot and fast. Instinctively Carla tried to move her hand down to stroke his hair. The feel of the binding jerked her from her postcoital haze. “I think you've proven your point,” she said irritably. “You can untie me now.”
    Sam pushed up on his elbows and gave her a heavy lidded smile that made her toes curl. “Oh, I haven't proven anything yet, not by a long shot.”
    Carla wasn't sure what he meant by that, but since she was still tied up and he seemed disinclined to let her go, she was afraid it was going to be bad.
    Which meant it was going to be really, really, good.
    “ Tonight I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll wonder how you ever lived without me. And you're going to see why you owe it to yourself to take this thing between us where it was always supposed to go.”
    Before her brain could wrap around what he meant by that, all thought fled as Sam's mouth closed hotly over one nipple, drawing hard enough to make her feel the deep pull in the sated flesh between her thighs.
    All throughout that night, Sam made good on his words, making her come