Red Hot Reunion - Bella Andre

Bella Andre - Red Hot Reunion

Red Hot Reunion
Bella Andre




Jason pulled off his silk tie, letting it dangle from his fingers as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.”

Emma paused with one hand on her pearl earring, no longer able to breathe normally when the most gorgeous man in creation was drinking her in, devouring her with his eyes. Her hands trembling with anticipation, she placed the pearls in her jewelry box, and waited for him to come to her.

Waited for Jason to take her to that naughty place she secretly loved to go.

His long stride ate up the hardwood between them. Jason threw his tie onto the duvet cover and then he was standing behind her in the mirror, his front to her back, running large tanned hands over her arms.

Her ni**les peaked beneath her thin silk blouse and she bit her lip at the erotic picture of her aroused pink areolas pressing against the thin white fabric.

“Bad girls don’t wear bras,” he said in a low tone that heated Emma’s blood another ten degrees.

As soon as she’d come home from the office, she’d removed her bra and panties, knowing how much it would turn Jason on.

“Or panties,” she whispered. Jason pulled her ass into his hips and the full, hot length of his erection throbbing against her sent a flood of wetness straight to her pu**y.

“Bad girls need to be spanked,” he said as he brushed her blond hair away from her neck and bent his mouth to her exposed flesh. She shivered as he nipped at her skin, kissing her between love bites. His hands moved across her rib cage, making the slow trip up her torso, to the sensitive swell of her br**sts.

At last he covered her tits with his hands and squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs over her ni**les. His touch was light at first and then when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, he squeezed them between his thumbs and forefinger. Emma cried out her pleasure, nearly coming where she stood.

“Take off your skirt,” he commanded in a quiet voice and she immediately obeyed, her shaky fingers fumbling at the clasp and zipper on the left side of her gray wool pencil skirt.

The thick fabric dropped with a whoosh to the floor and cool air blew across her exposed mound. Oh God, all she wanted was for Jason to slide his big hand over her pu**y lips. She’d been dreaming all day of the moment he touched her clit, the perfect instant that his thick fingers penetrated her again and again, harder and harder as she exploded.

He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. “I’m ready Jason,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Now.”

But he was not to be deterred from his plan. “All in good time,” he said as he pulled her arms up over her head and secured her wrists to the iron bed frame with his blue-and-yellow-striped silk tie.

“You’re tying me up?” she said, her words sounding far more like a request than a question.

Jason didn’t bother answering as he moved over to her dresser, pulled out two scarves, then returned to the bed and spread open her legs. Her cunt throbbed with heat and need as he exposed her wet flesh by tying first one ankle and then the next to the iron posts.

He stopped and stared at her and Emma was overwhelmed with the need to please him. Her silk shirt was in disarray, her br**sts were thrusting up at him, her pu**y slick and plump with arousal.

“You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this, Emma. Tying you up. Making you scream with pleasure.” He slid one finger into her with no more pretense, no more fore-play, and she arched into his hand. “You were such a good girl in college. Now look at you. Waiting for me naked beneath your silk and wool. Letting me tie you to your bed, spreading your long legs open for me. Begging me with your eyes to do anything I want to you.”

He fell silent then and she knew he was waiting for her to reach the next level of desire, the one that would have her pleading with him to take her all the way to heaven.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, his control seeming to slip as his voice shook. “Do you want me to slide another finger into your sweet pu**y?”

“Please,” she moaned, her eyes closing as he complied