“Fuck.” I nip at her lobe. “I missed this.”
“I missed you,” she whispers back.
With slow, methodical movements, I fill her over and over. My free hand touches every bit of skin I possibly can in this position. She moans softly in my ear, and I place gentle kisses on her neck as I rock us toward another orgasm.
Whit’s cool hand skates down my chest, slipping between our stomachs, and I know the exact second she makes contact with her clit, because her pussy contracts around my cock and an intense bolt of pleasure makes my stomach muscles convulse. Whit clings to me, succumbing to the pleasure and relying on me to keep her from drowning.
“Oh God,” she pleads.
Pitching my hips back, then forward to plunge every inch inside her, I nearly come from the sound of her moan.
“This tight pussy…I’ve been dreaming about it, Whit.” I fill her until she’s gasping—not enough room in her for both my painfully hard cock and a full breath. “Dreamed about it every.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Night.”Thrust.
Placing my forehead on hers, I let out a shuddering breath to calm myself down. Right now I want to make love. And aggressively shoving my dick as far inside her as I can isn’t that. But her fingers are only working faster over her clit, and her greedy cunt has an unbearably tight hold on me.
“Colt—I-I…” Her head tips back to loll against the wall. “Fuck me.Hard.Show me you know how to make me come again.”
When her eyes meet mine, I refuse to make her ask twice. She’s my future wife, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give her every single thing she wants. Now she wants to come.
I slowly pull out, instantly regretting it and eager to bury myself deep inside her again. “How do you want it, honey?”
Her chest heaves as she looks around, considering her options.
“Did you like the rope?” she asks, grabbing my dick and guiding me across the room. I’m anxious. Excited. And a little afraid I might jizz all over the goddamn floor from the control she has over my cock right now.
“I did.”
Noticing hesitation in my voice, she asks, “But you want to touch me, don’t you?”
“So fucking badly.”
“Hrm…since you did so well when I rode your face.” There’s a terrifying glimmer in her eye, and she scoops the rope off the floor, looping it around to make handcuffs with an ease and quickness that has a jealous lump in the back of my throat.
As if she can read my thoughts, she pins my wrists together in front of my body and binds them while saying, “I’ve never done this with anybody. I should’ve mentioned thatearlier but…if it’s uncomfortable at all or you aren’t into it, you can tell me, okay?”
“I’mreallyfucking into it. I told you I want to do whatever you tell me to.” Balling my hands into fists, I test the strength of her knot with a quick tug. “Shit, you should get into calf tying.”
She laughs. “I think I’d rather you be the only animal I tie up.”
Fine by me.
She ducks under my arms, bringing our bodies close again, staring into my eyes as she swirls her index finger through my light brown chest hair. A look and a touch that has a marriage proposal teasing the tip of my tongue.
My bound hands glide their way down her spine, settling overtop of her tailbone.
“If you want to come, you only touch the parts of me I approve—got it?”
Before I can respond, her hand’s wrapping around my cock and giving a gentle pull. My hands immediately fight to touch any part of her, clinging to the scrap of dress fabric I’m able to pinch from my awkward positioning. She kisses my bare shoulder, stroking my shaft until my breathing becomes uneven once again. My entire body tries to buckle underneath me, my brain is whirling, and I have to repeatedly remind myself to breathe.
Whit’s free hand fucks around with her dress for a moment, until she can finally get under it. I’m aching—fucking aching—to see exactly what she’s doing because I know she’s playing with herself. So I do my best to shimmy the fabric farther up her waist.
She makes atsksound, rapping the backs of her knuckles against my balls, just enough that I tense up for a second.
“Honey, that doesn’t count as touching. It was just the fabric.”
There’s a fire in her eyes. And she returns to the gentlecaresses, paying extra attention to my taut balls and the sensitive skin where my thighs meet my body. I can’t help but widen my stance, and she giggles softly at it.
“You’re so beautiful.” Whit lovingly circles a finger around the head.
