The fact that he could rip himself free and take her if he so desired and did not, was an incredible turn on. She had always figured he would be the one in control, that he might not feel at ease relinquishing that to her. Yet there her husband lay, incapacitated by his own desire, not the ribbon.
Day in and day out he made her feel as though she were a goddess to be worshiped, it was her desire to make him feel the same. To show him that in her world, he was the stars, the moon and the burning sun.
Rhythmically her head bobbed in his lap, completely content with the act at hand. The way the slick, incredibly soft skin covering his shaft felt against her tongue made her groan and whimper. Each bump and vein was caught on her tongue as it swept up and down hardened length. Just as Logan was excited by the sticky, salty aroused aroma pouring from between her legs, she found herself very enamored by the oddly flavored lubricant that leaked from his engorged member. Taking him in her delicate grip she gave the slick skin a few soft strokes, before letting it go, and sliding her body back over the top of his. Straddling his waist she shivered and moaned as the hot skin pressed against the wet slit between her legs. With his hands restrained he could not stop her or make her wait for what she so desperately wanted. Lifting her hips just enough to accommodate the length and girth she lowered herself upon him, her strong thighs controlling how quickly she took him. When he was tightly held between her slick inner walls as far as he could go, Selene let out a throaty groan, her head fell back, mouth opened, completely lost in this moment of passion, entirely consumed by the electricity humming between their two bodies.