“Wes.” She clamps her thighs together, searching for something to take the edge off the ache of lust. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m gonna die.”
I chuckle at her conundrum. She’s all tied up with no way of getting off unless I oblige her. It’s tempting to make her wait it out, but the warm weather has turned cool, and I don’t want her shivering from anything but her need for me.
I click my tongue at her. “Spread ‘em, Sawyer. I want to see you.” I grip her thighs and coax them apart.
“Fuck, Wes.”
She’s dripping as I slip two fingers inside of her. Her low moan is music to my ears, and I can’t help but groan at the sweet sound of it.
Her heels dig into the side of the table as she meets my thrusts with her own. I settle a hand on her hip and pump my fingers into her slower, wanting to draw this out a little. Her inner walls clamp down on me, and all I can think about is how good she would feel on my cock.
I slip out of her, painting her clit with her arousal as I draw tight circles that have her twisting and panting with need.
“Fuck. Please, Wes.”
“Are you begging for me again, Red?”
“Stop your gloating and fuck me. Please?”
“So sweet and polite when you’re all tied up with nowhere to go.” I pull away from her clit and drag my fingers over her lips, parted in something between agony and bliss.
She sucks them into her mouth, her tongue twirling around them wickedly to clean herself off of them.
“God damn, Red.” I unbuckle my beltand let my pants fall to the ground. Her eyes go heavy lidded as I extricate myself from my boxers and slide through her wetness.
I close my eyes and exhale on a groan. “Shit. I want you.”
When my eyes blink open, she meets my gaze. “You have me.”
“Thank fuck.” I breathe a sigh of relief as I line up at her entrance and slide home.
She feels like pure heaven, and I don't think I’ll ever be able to leave because I never want this feeling to end.
Thank Fuck
Sawyer
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs into my neck, holding himself still inside me.
My mind is a cacophony of thoughts. Hope replacing the dread that had taken up residence during the drive home. His words and reassurances chase away the doubt that had been hanging over me like a cloud.
“I’m old enough not to throw away something this good and pretend it’s nothing.”
“I’ll take you every single way I can have you.”
I have no idea where it leaves us, but it’s comforting to know that he’s falling just as impossibly fast as I am. And maybe, just maybe, this won’t have toend.
I’m strung up, unable to touch him or myself. Being restrained this way is thrilling. I pull at the rope binding my wrist, wanting his entire body pressed against mine.
The feeling of the fibers digging into my wrists is both grounding and stimulating, and my skin heats from the friction. Every touch is intensified. The brush of his lips against my ear, the light sweep of his fingertips over my hips, the teasing graze of his beard against my neck—each sensation pulls me impossibly closer to the edge.
It’s the sweetest torture to be at his mercy like this. His fingers skim over my ribs, and my skin sings under his touch. I shiver from the combination of cold and anticipation.
He pulls out, his dark gaze consuming every piece of me. When he pushes back in, his eyes lock on mine. My breath catches in my throat at the look of open adoration on his face.
“How does your pussy still feel so amazing? You fit me like a glove. Like you were made for me.”
He rocks into me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit as his cock hits deep inside me. His hands knead the flesh of my ass as he rolls his hips in a rhythm that has me ascending to new heights.
