December 25th: RositaLG chose the word "scarf". Merry Christmas/Happy Boxing Day, my friends. Thank you for all of your dedicated reading and reviewing. I am so very grateful that you enjoy and participate. It makes it so much fun for me!
Booth ran the scarf through the headboard and tied each end to her wrists.
"How does that feel?" He asked as Brennan tested them out.
"Good." She said as she twisted her wrists, rubbing the silk against her skin. "Really good." She hummed.
"Hey, cut it out. Leave some of the work for me." He said as he examined her. She smirked as his eyes raked over her naked body, checking his work.
Brennan had thought she had heard him incorrectly when he had seen the silk scarf and muttered that he'd rather see it around her wrists than covering her neck. But sure enough when she offered it to him, he raised his eyebrow but took it gladly. Now she was naked and tied to her headboard and damn if it wasn't turning her on to see this side of Booth. They were only a few weeks into their sexual relationship but she still wasn't used to seeing the sexual side of him after years of him keeping that part of his life so private.
"Like what you see?" She asked him, wondering how long he was going to stare at her before he made his move.
"Mm." He murmured without giving her a straight answer. He undressed and Brennan watched in amazement at how perfectly shaped he was. She didn't think she would ever get used to the sight.
"Like what you see?" He returned her question and she smiled before biting her lip and nodding. "Now, what to do with you…" He pondered.
"I thought that was pretty obvious." Brennan stated but Booth shook his head.
"You may be tied up, but you have the control." He took a knee on the mattress. "Tell me what you want." He requested. She looked at him for a moment. His question finally settled in and she considered it.
"Kiss me." She requested. He placed a kiss on her forehead and she pouted as she realized her own mistake. "I want you to kiss me on the mouth. I want to taste your tongue." She requested again. Booth's eyes darkened as he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, just as she requested. He pulled away and she fought the urge to demand it again. He waited expectantly. "Kiss my neck. I love it when you kiss my neck." She confessed. He placed an open mouthed kiss on her neck. Her wrists bit at the silk as she fought the urge to wrap her arms around him. "And my ear lobe." She added and he sucked it into his mouth. She sighed.
"You taste like heaven." He informed her as his hands reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear before switching to the other side of her neck.
"Oh, lower…" She purred, loving what he was doing to her. His lips were magical, every kiss evoking the best feelings in her. He moved down, covering her collarbone and shoulder with wet kisses. "Booth, my breasts…" She begged.
"What about them?"
"Touch them, kiss them, suck them." Booth did exactly as she commanded, rolling the mounds of flesh in his hands before placing his mouth on them. She felt every action on her chest reciprocate in her core. Every tug on her nipples tugged her inner walls. Every wet swipe of his tongue was craved by her clitoris. Brennan didn't know which she wanted more so she just begged "Lower."
"Where?" He asked, demanding specifics.
"Go down on me." She asked as her legs spread for him. He inhaled sharply at her glistening sex but he didn't move.
"How?" She groaned as she tried to fight her way out of the scarf. "Tell me how." A touch of desperation was in his own voice and it made her feel better about her own quivering desire.
"Lick me." Her hips danced off the mattress as his tongue hit her slit. Unable to hold him in place with her hands, her leg wrapped over his shoulder. "Oohhh yes." She hummed as he tasted her.
"You're delicious." He praised. "I love the taste of you." He stole a kiss on the junction of her thigh without permission, unable to resist.
"I want you to fuck me." She prodded. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue." He closed his eyes but opened them again to make her request a reality. His tongue plunged into her, darting into her in quick, playful strokes. "Yes, yes…" She kept time with his tongue. "Oh, Booth! My clit, please!" She begged as her hands fought to do it herself. "Put your fingers inside me." His mouth encapsulated her clit as he sucked and tongued it. His long fingers slipped into her and began stroking forward, massaging her g-spot and driving her mad. "Oh yes…don't stop. Don't ever stop." She gasped as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure. "Booth…Booth!" She arched forward against the restraints as she came on his fingers. He licked her clean before drawing his own fingers into his mouth to clean them. Brennan hung limply from the headboard like a ragdoll.
"Here…" He said as he reached for the scarf.
"No." She said as she pulled back. "Not yet." Booth looked puzzled but pulled his hands back. "I want to get you off like this." She told him. She spread her legs again so that he could see her. "I want you to talk to me while you touch yourself." She explained. "How do you feel right now?"
"Hard." He answered immediately.
"Mm, and so smooth." She knew from experience. She watched as his hand slid over his erection once. "My smooth walls, your smooth cock, rubbing over each other. It feels heavenly, doesn't it?"
"Yes." He agreed as he fisted his erection. "Tight, warm, wet…" He stroked himself as he closed his eyes.
"Oohh, yes." She agreed. Her voice got him to open his eyes and he watched her as she moaned.
"Jesus Christ, Bones…" He groaned as he stroked faster at the sight.
"What do you like?" She asked.
"Your wet pussy, spread open and dripping for me." He said as he fisted himself faster and faster. She arched against the restraints again, desperate to relieve the ache between her thighs again. "Oh, you love dirty talk. It will get you off again, won't it Bones?" He was turning the tables but she didn't care.
"Yes." She moaned. "I imagine you, deep inside me." She added and Booth's hips began thrusting into his hand.
"Let me have some of you." He begged. He reached out his hand and gathered her wetness on his fingers before stroking it over himself. "Oh!" He rubbed it over himself. "Oh Bones, you're perfect. You feel perfect."
"Come for me, Booth. Come on the sound of my voice." She demanded. And as if she could summon it, he came for her, shooting hot streams over his stomach. When Booth could move again, he reached for his t-shirt, cleaning himself up.
"Are you okay?" She asked as he slipped her wrists from the silk and kissed each of them lovingly.
"So much more than okay." He muttered as he lay down next to her. "That was…" He paused. "Only you, Bones. No one else could ever get that crazed of a reaction from me."
"Really?" She asked incredulously.
"Really." He assured her.
"Good." She smiled at that knowledge. "Because I don't intend to share you with anyone else."
"Never again." He promised.