His lips are tender as they caress the skin of my neck, his tongue barely grazing my collarbone. My breath comes out in a shaky exhale, all the stress and excitement of the past few days of work melting away.
I can’t think about anything but Jude right now. It’s nights like this, where he owns me, that I’m free to justfeel. No thinking. No power plays. No worries about the future. I just give in to the sensations of now, which always threaten to overwhelm me.
“On your back.” He speaks into my ear, his tone deep and insistent.
I oblige, feeling powerful as his gaze sweeps over me. Jude would fall to his knees for me if he needed to. He’d walk through fire, slay any dragon, for the sake of our marriage. I know this without a doubt, and that’s why I regularly fall to my knees for him.
“I need this so fucking bad,” he says as he winds the thin nylon rope around my wrists, binding them together. “You’ve made me horny as hell with those late-night phone calls.”
He ties my wrists to the bed’s headboard, and then slides out of the bed, giving me a wolfish smile.
“Spread your legs wide for me, baby.”
I do, and he carefully wraps a rope around each of my legs above the ankle, then ties those ropes to the metal bed frame beneath the bed.
I’m breathing hard as he stands up and looks at me.
“You drive me to the edge of sanity, Reagan Titan. I didn’t think there was any person I couldn’t live without until I met you.”
“I could say the same for you.”
“You probably shouldn’t, though, since you’re the one tied up.”
He slips his T-shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor, climbing back onto the bed. Then he leans down to my stomach, his lips grazing over my skin so feather-soft I moan and hold in my breath.
Jude is a patient man, and he takes his time covering every inch of my skin with his mouth. He kisses and caresses with his lips and his breath.
I’m so turned on I’m panting and writhing, twisting against the ropes binding me. It’s bliss and agony at the same time.
When he gets out of the bed and stands next to it, his hands slowly pulling his short down, I bite my lip and force myself to stay silent. His lips quirk with a smile.
“It’s hard for you, isn’t it love?” he says in a teasing tone. “You want to tell me to hurry the fuck up and give you my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit, staring as his shorts fall to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs.
My husband is nothing short of glorious naked. He’s hard in every possible way. When he wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes it, I groan in frustration.
“Feels so fucking good.” He returns to the bed, on his knees beside me.
All I can do is look up helplessly, my body screaming with arousal, as he strokes himself all the way up and down right next to me.
“I should come on your tits and leave you like this all night,” he says in a low growl. “Just to remind you who’s boss.”
“Jude…no.”
He shakes his head and strokes himself faster, groaning with pleasure. “Wrong answer, sweetheart. When we’re in bed, there’s only one word you need. What is it?”
“Yes.” I spit the word out quickly, desperate for him to stop touching himself. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He smiles and slows his pace. “That’s right.”
When his free hand slides between my legs, stroking me through the lace of my panties, I moan loudly and arch my back.
“You want me right here, don’t you?” he says in a low tone. “Buried in your pussy.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Can’t get your panties off, though, with the ropes.” He shrugs and returns to stroking himself. “And I need to come now.”
