Read No Reservations for Free Online Page A

length of his cock along her oiled cheeks. She tilted her hips. Without a word spoken she wondered if he realized what she was offering. A silent message, something more than ‘take me,’ she felt like she was offering herself.
    “C’mon, baby.” His words were a throaty growl. He pushed one knee between her legs and finally allowed her to spread them as open as she desired. In a quick movement he grabbed two of her pillows and pushed them under her hips, lifting her for him. She sucked in a breath, suddenly doubting if she should have teased him quite so much. She felt exposed, the heavy coating of oil on her ass wet and cool as he pulled away from her. When he didn’t move for a moment she glanced back over her shoulder.
    “Stay still. I’m admiring the view.”
    “I don’t know about this…” She trailed off. Her voice sounded muffled as she spoke into the sheets, so she turned her head to the side in time to see him stretch over her to rummage in her bedside drawer. She shut her eyes tight.
    “Would you feel better if I tied you up?”
    “What?” She tried to wiggle away from him. How could he know what she was thinking?
    He began to massage her again, this time with one hand working her lower back and the other working its way toward her pussy. She groaned and stopped struggling. As if she had no control, she tilted her hips upward, using the angle the pillows beneath her provided to allow him access to her clit. She couldn’t think and didn’t want to.
    “You liked it when I held you in place and when I used your clothing to restrain you at the hotel. You like it when I’m on top.” He was thumbing her clit now, and the sensation made her quiver. When he kneed her legs open a little more so he could kneel between her thighs, she gave up trying to think entirely.
    “Yes…”
    “But you’ve never been really tied up, have you?”
    “No.” She ground her pussy against his hand. She didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to think about her earlier realization of just how sheltered her sex life might have been.
    The hum of her vibrator as he flicked it on caught her attention. Her mind raced.
    “Give me your hands.”
    “What?” Thoroughly confused, she started to turn toward him, but he put one hand on her shoulder, gently keeping her in place, encouraging her to reach toward her lower back with one arm and then the other. The effort forced her to put her weight more on her knees and drove her chest deeper into the mattress, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Still, it reminded her of how she must look, her ass riding high in the air. Her pussy throbbed, getting wetter by the second. I am a total kink. She smothered a giggle.
    She was surprised again when he placed the control for the vibrator speed into her hands. And even more shocked when he wrapped the wire connecting the controller to the vibrator around her wrists. The binding was loose, but it was there. Her heart pumped harder inside her, loud enough that she wondered if he could hear it.
    She could hear him, his quick breaths. He might be in control, but he was barely keeping his own. His excitement mirrored hers. The sound of the foil condom packet ripping open was unmistakable, as was the wet sound of it unrolling over his cock. She shivered, the motion sending wet trickles of oil down the crack of her ass. When he began to thumb her clit again, she moaned. Just as he brought her to the brink of orgasm, he paused. The cool surface of the vibrator, humming at a slow pace, rubbed her ass cheeks. He flicked her clit again with his thumb, keeping her off balance, and then pushed the vibrator along the crack of her ass, wedging it against her.
    She wiggled, unable to stop herself.
    Travis chose that moment to thrust his cock deep into her pussy. “Alicia. Youfeelsofuckinggood.” His words slurred together as he pumped into her and then drew back.
    She called out, heard her own wordless voice. One of his hands reached around her thighs to tease