“Give me a second.” Hannah relaxes, sinking down another inch. “Okay. Okay. That feels good.”
“I need more than a second,” I say, but this isn’t about me. This is about her, and she works my cock up and down. Faster, as she finds a rhythm, and she’s in complete control. “Use me, Hannah.”
Those must be the magic words, because her pace quickens. She lets out a sharp breath, burying me deep inside her. I open my mouth to try and groan, but no sound comes out. It’s disjointed thoughts. Bodies fused together, and I press my thumb on her clit, determined to get her to come.
“Brody.”
“How do your wrists feel, sweetheart?” I rub a slow circle, savoring the way she squirms on top of me. “Do you like being at my mercy?”
“So much.” Her head falls back, hair brushing against my knees. “You’re the only one I would want to do this with.”
I hold her in place, lifting my hips and trusting into her. I take control, watching her tits bounce. I give her ass a smack, and when she tightens around me, I know I’m going to come.
“I can’t last much longer, sweetheart. Are you?—”
“I’m going to come too. Touch my clit.Please,” she says, and because hearing her beg is my favorite thing in the world, I do what she says.
Hannah moans my name, and that’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. She follows me, riding the high while I hold her in place, not stopping until I fill the condom with my release.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, ripping the ribbons in half with a single yank to free her wrists. I kiss the pink marks on her skin, soothing over them with my thumb. “Are you okay?”
“I think you might have killed me,” she mumbles, the words slurring at the edges. “Wholly and completely.”
“Hang on.” I lift her by her hips, groaning at the loss of contact. I set her next to me on the couch, tying off the used condom and dropping it on the table. I’ll clean it up later. Turning on my side, I bring her flush against me, stroking her shoulders while her breathing returns to normal. “Is that better?”
“Yeah. That felt different from the other times, and I don’t know why.” Hannah nuzzles into my embrace, my arms snaking around her waist. “Maybe because I couldn’t touch you how I wanted? It all felt… heightened.”
“Take away one sense, the others work harder.” I bring her hand to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “Thank you for letting me try that with you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at my ribbons the same way again.” Her laugh is barely a puff of air. She melts into me, the adrenaline waning. “All I’m going to see is you.”
“Is that such a terrible thing?”
“No.” She traces the rose on the back of my hand. “You told me the days you get to see me are your favorite days. The ribbons. Skating. The way my outside edge work has onlyimproved… all of those have become my favorite things because you’re there too. The joy in the little moments. Like you said.”
It feels… heavy. Like we’re taking the next step down a road I’m not sure where it leads, but I want to find out. With her.
I press a kiss to the back of her head, the smell of her shampoo tickling my nose. Tomorrow I’m going out to buy a bottle for her to keep here. I’ll buy a thousand bottles if it means she’s still around.
“Do you want to spend the night?” I ask. “I’ll even try pineapple on my pizza.”
“No.” Hannah turns in my arms, facing me. Her lipstick is smudged. Her hair is a messy, a piece matted to her cheek with sweaty. Beautiful.She’s so fucking beautiful. “Who are you, and what have you done with Brody Saunders?”
“Compromise, sweetheart. You let me tie your wrists together. I can eat pineapple on my pizza for one night.”
“Wow.” She props up on an elbow, looking down at me. “From the sound of it, I’d say you like me.”
“And if I do?” I ask, touching her chin.
“I’d say I like you too,” she murmurs, bringing her mouth to mine. “What a lucky, lucky girl am I.”
THIRTY-ONE
BRODY
H.E.
I’m sorry about the loss tonight. I’m sure you want some space, but my door is always open if you feel like stopping by. No pressure. Xoxo
