She wanted this. She needed this. She neededme.
Reaching out, I caught her around the waist and dragged her against my chest. “You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?” I asked. My fingers moved over her shoulder and down her chest, loosening her buttons until the shirt hung open. “About me taking you.”
“Your ego continues to get in the way of rational thought, William.”
She was working hard to keep her voice steady, but much like I could feel her body humming under my touch, she couldn’t hide any of it from me. “Mmmm,” I sighed, pressing my face into her hair and pulling in a deep breath as I shucked her shirt. “You don’t need to worry about any more rational thoughts, peanut.”
The skirt’s zipper hissed as I drew it down, and when I released my hold on the fabric, Shannon was left in stockings and a bra. That bra was off and flying across the room before I formed a memory of the beige lace against her skin. My fingers dipped inside the stockings, pausing to press my fingertips into her hips for one sweet moment, and then I yanked them down to her ankles. “Kneel,” I said.
“Your playbook is exceptionally limited,” she said, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Kneeling or against the wall. It’s really time to diversify.”
My hands traveled up her torso, shifting her arms until she gripped either elbow behind her back. I cupped her breasts, groaning as my palms rubbed over her taut nipples. “You’re adorable with your tough girl act,” I said. My lips mapped her shoulders, neck, jaw, and it wasn’t enough. I wanted to consume her, own her until I erased every minute of distance between us. Until she knew she possessed me in every way possible.
I walked Shannon toward the bed and pressed the small of her back until she was bent over, face down on the duvet. I wove the discarded stockings around her arms and shoulders, crossing them between her breasts, and tied them with a square knot. “All good?”
She murmured into the duvet, “This is new.”
“You asked for diversification,” I said. Two quick spanks landed low on her ass, and I panted as her skin bloomed with a bright flush. I wanted a million things right now—everything, all of it, anything to satiate the raw desire inside me—but what I wanted most was to feel her against my tongue again. “Remember that bed in Taos? When I tied your hands to the headboard with my belt?”
I dropped to my knees, and kissed from the backs of her knees to her ass, biting and licking and stamping every inch of this woman on my soul. She was moaning and wiggling, and issued orders to stop dicking around and lick her pussy already, but I made her wait. She was mad as hell and swearing into the blanket, and when my tongue circled her clit, I nearly came in my jeans.
Her legs were shaking within minutes, and when my fingers slipped inside, her words melted into a choked cry. I felt the pulse of her orgasm against my lips and the shockwaves on my fingers. She dug her shoulders into the bed as I licked her through the spasms, and she begged me tostop, tokeep going, to give hermoreandharder, andthereandno, no, no more.
“How was that?” I asked. I stroked her thighs while her breathing slowed, kissing my favorite freckle patches and dropping soft spanks on her ass.
Shannon’s shoulders shook as she laughed. “Borderline hallucinogenic.”
“Wait, was that a compliment?” I yanked my shirt over my head and kicked off my jeans, almost tripping myself in the frantic blur of arousal. I pressed myself against her, sighing as her skin triggered a burst of heat and affection into my blood. It was like the thrill of jumping out of an aircraft and tumbling through the sky, but better.
“Such a whore for praise,” Shannon said. I spanked her backside a bit harder, and helped her shift to the center of the bed. Seeing her bound and kneeling…there weren’t words to describe the jolting rush of adoration I felt for this woman.
“You know it,” I said.
With Shannon’s back and bound arms against my chest, I teased myself against her clit. Her hips rolled, quickly finding a rhythm, and I was sliding into her, a little farther with each pass. “Want you,” she gasped.
“Me? Or somebody?” It wasn’t the kind of question that belonged in the bedroom when light bondage and just the tip were involved, but it was the one I needed answered.
“What? You need me to unburden my heart before you’ll fuck me?” she asked, angling her hips to take me deeper. “You want me to tell you how much I need you and crave you and can’t survive without your gigantic cock?”
“I just want to know whether you want to escape it all with someone, or with me.”
Shannon hummed as my cock slipped out and over her clit. She dropped her head against my shoulder as I positioned myself against her heat, and she whispered, “I’ve onlyeverescaped with you.”
My brain wanted me to slam into her and fuck her until she couldn’t walk right, but some other part reminded me to go slow, to enjoy this. She sank down, and we stayed there, kissing, muscles trembling, whispering about how good it felt until the urge to move was overwhelming.
We rocked together,slow slow slow, and my world was this bed, this woman.
“Will. More,” Shannon groaned, clenching around me.
I found a faster rhythm, and brought one hand up to cup her breast and the other to her clit. The early convulsions of her orgasm were like a sexy, tingly embrace from an old friend, one that unwound the tension of space and time and brought it all back to the connection that was deeper than sex, deeper than desire. I felt it in my balls, and then that sensation spiraled up and down my spine, teetering on the edge of explosion. A hard thrust stole a groan from me, and I matched it with a quick slap to her clit.
“Come for me,” I said against her ear. “Let go for me.”
I slapped her again, and her sigh twisted into beautiful, breathy wail. The flood of heat and spasm triggered my orgasm, and I folded Shannon into my arms as I emptied myself into her. We fell to the bed, still panting and moaning, and not wanting to leave her constricted too long, I loosened the knot at her back. Lines and grooves marked her skin, and I dragged my lips over each one. Those kisses told her how much I missed her, how thinking of her got me through the worst of this deployment, and none of the issues in my life were greater than what I felt for her right now, even if my words didn’t.
“Why do you do that?” she asked, her voice heavy with exhaustion as I kissed the indentation between her breasts. “Why do you like tying me up?”
I traced the crossed lines on her chest, and a touch of remorse gathered in my gut. I wanted to mark her in a primal, club-her-over-the-head way but I didn’t want to hurt her. “Because it quiets you down,” I said. “There’s so much in your head, all that noise and stress. Forcing you to obey me turns it off, and I’m selfish. I want you all for myself.”
