Her movements grew rougher, more visceral. I felt as though I might drift into unconsciousness, until I finally heard the words I’d been dying for.
“You can come, Kitty.”
My body surrendered to a massive electric current. I went limp, my consciousness fraying. raw, guttural sounds I didn't recognize as my own filled the room.
She stepped around the table, stripping away her clothes in one fluid motion. No words were needed. She fisted her hand in my hair, pulling me toward her in a silent, urgent demand.
My tongue traced her clitoris in relentless, circular motions, and she pulled me even tighter against her.
“Damn, Megan...” she whispered, her voice breaking. “What a mouth...”
I kept worshiping her. She pressed my face harder against her entrance. I lost track of time until I felt her finally shatter. Her moan was surreal, and her body trembled violently.
As soon as she caught her breath, Kelsey released me. One by one, the leather straps were undone. She carried me to the bed.
“How did I live without this?” I whispered, my voice weak but filled with a profound, sleepy happiness.
“I also wonder how I lived without tasting you,” Kelsey replied, her eyes mirroring my own exhaustion and devotion.
We shared a lazy kiss. She was heartbreakingly affectionate as she tucked the covers around me, whispering that she wouldn't leave my side.
#43
"Move it up, down, left, right, oh. Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know" - Sabrina Carpenter
Soft classical music drifted through the air, so subtle that for a moment, I wondered if I was still caught in a dream. My body was buried in pillows that felt as heavy and rich as the silk blanket draped over us.
Megan slept soundly beside me, one hand draped firmly over my waist as if, even in her sleep, she was claiming what belonged to her. And I was hers. Entirely. I leaned in to press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, watching as a faint, subconscious smile tugged at her lips.
“That was the best 'vanilla' and the best session of my life,” I murmured to the quiet room. “We can sleep a little longer, beautiful.”
I pulled her closer, the warmth of her body and the unmistakable, calming scent of French lavender making theworld outside feel miles away. I let myself surrender to the pull of sleep and the weight of her affection.
She began to mumble, her hand groping blindly across the sheets in a search for me that I found genuinely charming. I whispered that I was going to get some ointments and creams to tend to her marks, but she seemed only half-conscious of my words.
“Are you going to take care of my ass?” she muttered into the pillow, her voice thick with sleep.
I smiled; of course I would—I didn't want her in pain, only in the memory of pleasure.
“Don't remove the marks,” she added, a bit more clearly this time, a defiant edge to her sleepy tone. “I like them.”
“What will people think of a judge with spank marks on her skin?” I teased, my voice soft as I watched her.
She made a conscious effort to lift her head and meet my gaze. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful in the morning light that I couldn't help but grin.
“For that to happen, they’d actually have to see me that way. And that isn’t going to happen,” she countered, her voice still raspy. “Secondly, they remind me of exactly what we went through. Leave the marks, Kels.”
“Yes, Your Honor,” I replied with a playful tilt of my head.
The cream was cool against her heated skin, drawing a low, appreciative moan from her lips. “They really are beautiful marks. They suit you,” I noted.
“Kels... can we just stay here? For as long as we want?” she whispered. I kissed her forehead, a silent vow that we could. “I want to.”
“You want to what?” I prompted.
“Sign a contract. Be your girlfriend. Exclusive, tied up, blindfolded... I want all of it. With you,” she declared.
“And the part about monogamy?” I asked, a flicker of genuine tension surfacing in my voice as I tested the waters of what we’d discussed earlier, when we were still hazy from the night.
