“Fuck me!” I demand, and Matt wastes no time pushing inside me. His cock fills me, stretching me, as we both moan and acclimate to his size inside me.
“Jesus, Alex, you’re so tight like this.” He pulls back slightly, then pushes back in, making sure his hands grip onto my hips, so I don’t shift too far up the bed while he thrusts. This feeling is foreign to me. Being tied up is definitely something new, but doing it with Matt makes it all the more fun. It’s not daunting. It is freeing and sexy as hell as he moves at a fast pace inside me. I’m completely restricted. I can’t do anything but take thepounding, as my abilities have been stripped. My hands are tied, my legs are locked together, and he has his way with me, bringing me a new sense of pleasure I didn’t even know existed until now.
As we move together, the rope on my wrists and ankles cuts into my skin, but not in a painful way. He hasn’t done them up so tight they hurt, but just enough so that the friction is a turn-on. The texture of the rope sends a tickle down my skin and heightens all my senses even more while he pounds inside me.
His harsh, ragged breaths come hard and fast as he hammers into me. The firm grip he has on my hips will no doubt leave fingerprint bruises, but I relish his possessiveness. It’s hard to keep myself up with the force of his thrusts, but he holds me securely in place as he hits just the right spot.
This is dominant in every way.
I love that Matt has a loving side, but this kinky side is pretty damn awesome too.
He thrusts up, deep and hard. My cheek rubs against the soft fabric of the bed as I moan out loud, and my body reacts when he hits my G-spot. My head starts to spin. I feel lightheaded, and I clench my eyes shut as my breath catches. My body tingles as I shudder, throbbing and shaking. My muscles clench, and he moans as my pussy contracts and tightens around him while he thrusts up higher. He pauses inside me while we both moan loudly, splintering off in all directions as my muscles spasm, and I explode in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and he unloads inside me at the same time.
Matt pumps a couple more times while my body relaxes, and I can feel his warmth filling me. I’m floating.
He pulls out of me and makes quick work of untying me. I bring my hands up as I roll to my side, and he lands on the bed in front of me. We stare at each other, gasping for air, and he smooths the hair away from my face as he caresses mycheek. Then he leans in, kissing me softly in stark contrast to the dominance from only moments before.
Matt pulls back and looks into my eyes. His eyes are lazy and full of delight. “I love you.”
Smiling, I cuddle into him. “I love you, too.”
“Your tattoo is sexy as fuck staring at me like that from your back with you all tied up,” he mumbles, still panting.
I let out a small chuckle. “For a man who doesn’t like tattoos on women, you’ve sure changed your tune.”
He shrugs. “Yours is different. It has meaning. It’s beautiful, and it suits you.”
Nodding, I sigh. “It does have meaning. I had it done when Gran died.”
He smooths some more hair from my face and kisses the top of my head. “Wanna tell me about it?”
“Sure. So the peacock is me. In Greco-Roman mythology, thepeacocktail has the ‘eyes’ of the stars. I wanted to be the eyes of the stars so I could always watch over my parents and Gran. The three feathers are, of course, my parents and Gran, and the tree represents the shelter and support they gave me. The meaning of the Japanese Cherry Blossom also symbolizes that life is overwhelmingly beautiful but tragically short.”
He sighs deeply, pulling me closer, and gazes down into my eyes. “You’re utterly amazing, you know that?”
I snort and shake my head. “No… just put a lot of thought into it.”
“It’s a real tribute, and it’s beautiful, Alex. Just like you.” He stares at me, leaning in to briefly kiss my lips before pulling back to look deeply into my eyes once more.
We stare at each other for a moment before a burning question eats at me, and I have to ask it. “Where have I seen those ropes before?”
He chuckles. “They were in my pants from when I went to Rosalie House with you. They were from the three-legged race. I picked them up after for no real reason, not realizing how handy they would be. I haven’t worn these pants since then, and for some reason, I put them on tonight when I came over. Lucky, hey?”
I let out a little giggle. “So, um… know any more moves with those ropes?” I ask, then chew on my bottom lip seductively.
He raises his brow and smiles wide as he rolls over on top of me and pins me to the bed. “Oh, Alex, you’re in for all kinds of surprises. You really are myperfectwoman.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
ALEX
Lying in Matt’s arms is literally the best feeling in the world. I’ve wanted this for so long, and as I snuggle into his neck, kissing his skin tenderly, he stirs with a slight moan. He shifts his weight, looking down at me, and smiles. His eyes sparkle, and he moves his hand out, caressing my cheek. He then makes a beeline straight for my lips, kissing me without a second’s pause.
Matt’s tongue dances with mine, and his body rolls on top of me, making me giggle against his lips as his morning erection presses into me. I grin as I kiss him, pressing my hips up and into him, letting him know I’d like to take this further, when he suddenly pulls back, breaking the kiss, and looks at his watch.
He appears startled, then looks back at me. “What time did you say you needed to be at the airport?”
I lazily smile. “In about twenty minutes,” I reply.
