"Are you hungry?" Millie was peeling a powerbar. "Yeah, I could eat. You'll have to feed me, though. I'm a little tied up right now. Unless you want to take the handcuffs off?" Millie just snorted. Okay, simply asking didn't work; time to try a different tactic.
She broke off a piece of powerbar and held it up to his mouth. He opened his lips and encompassed her fingers as he took the offering. He sucked gently, looking in her eyes the whole time. She sucked in a breath and pulled her hand away like she had been stung. Well, two could play at that game. She broke off another piece and held it between her lips. Millie leaned into Dean, her hands on his shoulders, never taking her eyes off his mouth. His mouth met hers and he used his tongue to sweep the powerbar into his mouth. He leaned back, grinning and chewing. "I figured I'd better get that out of the way before one of us choked." He leaned in quickly and fastened his lips over hers, his tongue caressing her lips, asking for permission to enter.
Millie leaned back and Dean couldn't stretch far enough to maintain the contact. "Why don't you lie down Dean, and a good time will be had by all."
"Well, I usually like to be an active participant. You sure you don't want to take these cuffs off?" Dean shifted on the bed so his legs were again stretched out on the bed. Damn but his lean hips and long legs looked good in those jeans. She smiled to herself, 'he probably looks even better out of them.' Millie had started out planning to just tease him. She wasn't easy, or promiscuous. But this was kind like a starving woman in a candy shop. She only had so much control. Having made the decision, she was going to enjoy this.
"Oh, don't worry Dean, you'll be an active participant. Trust me." With a wink, she leaned in to him and started trailing kisses across his jaw. He turned his head to try to capture her lips, but she moved down his throat and began kissing her way down his chest. His breath caught in his chest. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Dean's hands were once again above his head. Millie ran her hands slowly down his arms, continuing down his ribs to his hips. She stood up and moved to the bottom of the bed. In only a few seconds she had his boots and socks off. Dean couldn't believe how erotic this was. Sure, he'd played around with handcuffs, but he had never really been restrained before. Knowing he couldn't just give the cuffs a jerk and have them come off…well, that was new.
While standing at the foot of the bed, she pulled off her own boots. Millie looked into his eyes and lifted the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Next she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her slender hips. Her lacy bra and panties made Dean's hands itch to touch them. He groaned and closed his eyes again. He wasn't sure he could take this for very long.
Millie moved back up to the head of the bed. Dean opened his eyes and felt a tightening in his groin at the look of passion in her eyes. "Millie…" She leaned forward and gave Dean a long deep kiss. She could feel his arms flexing, needing to be around her. She smiled again. Her hands caressed his chest again, then worked lower, down his belly. As she broke the kiss, Dean felt the top button of his jeans come undone. His breathing was becoming ragged and his heart was racing like mad.
She finished undoing his pants and hooked her fingers in the waistband. Dean lifted his hips slightly as Millie dragged them down his legs. Once they were off, her gaze swept from his head to his toes. She inhaled and said breathily, "well, isn't that just a wonderful view?" Dean was rock hard and ready for whatever she decided would come next. Millie picked up Dean's jeans and pulled the wallet out. She fished a condom out of it and sat on the bed next to Dean.
She climbed on and straddled his legs. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, freeing her breasts to his hot gaze. Tossing her bra aside, she leaned over and tickled his belly with her hair. Grinning up at him, she said "this is fun" and waggled her eyebrows at him. He yanked on the handcuffs but got the same results as the last 10 times: nothing.
"Please, Millie, I need to touch you!" All thoughts of escape were gone from his mind. He felt like he was on fire. She smiled slightly and took him into her hand. His whole body stiffened as he gasped from her touch. She stroked him gently then slipped the condom into place. She moved up his body, kissing him from his belly to his chest, to his collar bone, and then finally to his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and caressed her with the same motion he'd like to use elsewhere. He felt Millie's hands move up his arms and suddenly his hands were free.
Dean felt like a kid in a toy store. He didn't know what he wanted to touch first. He buried his hands into her soft hair and quickly rolled her beneath him. Inhaling deeply, he whispered in her ear "you won't regret that." He reached down with one hand and slid her panties down her hips, where she took charge and kicked them off. Settling between her thighs, he pulled back and looked deep into her eyes, silently asking if she was sure that was what she wanted. Millie wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down to her. Dean shifted slightly and felt himself sliding into heaven. He had to stop for a moment; she had him too excited. Millie rocked her hips against him and took him deep inside her. She felt like she was right where she belonged. The tension in her belly was building to an intolerable level.
Once he had control again, he started moving inside her; long slow strokes as he whispered her name and trailed his lips down her throat. She ran her hands down his back, feeling his muscles bunching under his smooth skin. Dean felt her tighten around him as she dug her fingers into his lower back. "Oh God! Dean!" That was more than he could stand and he followed her over the edge.
Resting his forehead against her shoulder, Dean got his breathing back under control. He gathered Millie into his arms and rolled sideways, cradling her head against his shoulder. "Holy shit, Dean. That was amazing."
Dean chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "You know I have to leave, Millie."
"Yeah, I know. I expected that before I undid the cuffs."
Dean pulled back and looked into her eyes. "And you undid them anyway?"
Dean watched Millie's lips as she spoke. "Well, Gordon not wanting me to take you to the police station set off alarm bells. And I think I'm a pretty good judge of people. I don't know if you've done what Gordon said you'd done, but I do believe Gordon is not who he says. Give me a minute, I'll drive."