The way he strained to get to her, just to touch the smallest part of her that he could, made her whimper. His heated lips made her skin break out in a blanket of goosebumps. Gripping his collar, where the muscles of his shoulders and neck met in a rocky expanse of hard muscle, Selene held to him tightly, her hips doing the work for both of them. With every rise and fall her breasts bounced lightly, the curls that hung down her back swayed, sticking to her skin where she perspired.
There was only one thing missing from this insurmountable pleasure, his hands, his lips, she had denied him long enough. Panting lightly she stopped moving. Just sat there in his lap, hugging him intimately inside her, her hands pressed tightly against his bulging pecks. Each drop of sweat that rolled over her skin was felt as it cooled rapidly and made a path along her now heated body. She raked her fingers up the length of his tied arms, never taking her dark eyes from his. “Do you want these untied, my love?” Her nails left behind faint red lines as she teased the hard muscles she had restrained.