He leaned over and she gasped when he gripped her thighs and shifted his body so her legs were hooked over his shoulders and his mouth was right there. Right where she needed it most. He seemed to be done talking, and he was going to prove his words true.
His hands supported her lower back and she clung to the ropes, most of her weight lifted by his muscular body. She was dependent on him, vulnerable and open. He pressed his mouth against her, tongue finding her pussy and licking and tasting.
Her eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head as he worked her pussy. She felt like she was floating and he was the only real thing in the world. Only the stroke of his tongue, the feel of his strong hands, kept her tethered to the earth.
Over and over he fucked her with his tongue, and she lost all thoughts of inhibitions. She wrapped her legs around his head, allowing him all access to her pussy. His hands squeezed her ass, shifting her this way and that, finding the best angle.
The orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere, blasting through her and making her shake. She cried out, holding fast to the bindings as the pleasure rolled over her.
Then he was easing her legs down and lifting her off the hook and into his arms. “I meant to make this last. I meant to torture you for a long time and make you promise you’ll let me stay with you, but I can’t wait.”
You’ll let me stay with you.
Not you’ll stay with me. Not you’ll come with me when I leave.
“Torture me after,” she whispered.
As he moved toward the bed, she realized, this time, they might have a real chance.
* * * *
Deke wasn’t sure if he’d reached her, but in that moment it didn’t matter. He would reach her. Even if she said she wasn’t ready for a real relationship, he would move out here and be close when she was.
She was the be-all, end-all of his existence, and he wasn’t making the same mistake again.
He strode across the room to the bed and placed her carefully on it.
She was so fucking sexy staring up at him, all languid and relaxed because he’d eaten her pussy until she’d come all over his face. “Are you going to take these off me now?”
She held her hands up, and that made things very handy for him.
With one hand he gripped her wrists and used the other to attach the bindings to a useful set of cuffs he’d secured to the hook on the bed’s headboard. “I’m not done with them yet.”
She gasped when he flipped her over and pressed her up to her knees. The cuffs rotated a full 360 degrees for maximum fun.
He kicked off his boots and made quick work of his jeans.
“What are you doing?” She was on her knees, her arms bound in front of her, and she was the most delicious package he’d ever seen. She was sex and love and friendship, and she couldn’t get away because he’d tied her up.
He knew he should be feeling anxious about what he was doing, but there was something light bubbling up inside of him. He’d broken free of emotions that he’d dragged around with him for years. Guilt. Regret. Shame. “I’m fucking the woman I love. I’m going to be a trophy husband. I need to keep you properly relaxed.”
She craned her head around. “Deke, don’t you even say that.”
He gave that gorgeous ass of hers a nice smack. “You don’t get to tell me what to do when we’re in the club. I can have fun with my role as your himbo.”
“You are not…” she started and stopped when he slapped her ass again. “Damn it, Deke. We should talk about this.”
“You say that because you already came,” he pointed out, reaching for a condom. They were going to address that and soon. She was on birth control and he hadn’t had a sexual partner since his last checkup, but he’d already discussed a lot with her this evening so he rolled that sucker on and climbed up behind her.
“You’re not some piece of ass,” she insisted.
That was his baby. He was the one who confessed he’d fucked up their young lives, and she was defending him against himself. She needed to understand that no matter what happened, he was okay with it as long as they were together. “We can play any way we like. Maybe I like the thought of being your on-call guy. You just call me up and I’ll be there, baby. I’ll be thinking about fucking you all day.”
She whimpered as he forced her legs further apart and gripped the sides of her hips. “It’s going to be hard to do your job if you think about fucking me all day.”