Instead, hereaches around my throat and pulls me up onto my knees. His warm breath fans against my ear as he whispers, “Ayden, I want you to ride my cock… I want to see my man come apart and come all over us both.”
It’s a question. I can tell because he knows how I feel about perception. I’ve never done it, and he is checking onme,to not put me into a position without my consent.
I’ve never been tied up. Never had my dick sucked before him. Never felt safety like this.
He sees me—and my limits—more clearly than I do, and I truly trust him with my life. That trust extends to this: my pleasure, our sex life.
“I want to ride you, baby,” I whisper confidently.
A hungry sound escapes his throat as he bites into my shoulder, sending lightning down my spine.
Without undoing my wrists, he moves from behind me and gets onto the bed. He aids me in crawling to him, settling me in front of him before grabbing the lube and coating hisextremelyhard cock. The veins look angry and I’m glad he prepped me so well.
Once it’s slick, he takes me by the hips, helping me straddle him. Our chests press together as he reaches between us, adjusting me so the head of his cock glides perfectly from the space between my balls to my ass.
The moment I feel it in place, I lower myself onto him.
As his head breaches, I throw my head back. He’s not rushing me, letting me take this as slow, or fast, as I want. But I don’t want any less than what he gives me.
As I adjust to his girth stretching me and his length filling me, I’m ready to have him fuck me like he always has—without restraint.
“Fuck, Ayden, you feel incredible.”
That bar of his hits in a completely different place in this position, and I vibrate with ecstasy as I do my first lift on him. With my arms bound behind me, all I have is the strength in my thighs. That, and his hands which come to my hips. He begins moving me, up and down.
“You take me so good.” His breathless words have me trembling.
“Yes, please, right there…” My own just as winded, as I feel every inch of him drag in and out of me.
When he falls onto his back, I look down at him.
Holy fuck—the look of absolute devastation on his glorious face makes me clench. He’s sweating, that five o’clock shadow I’ve begged for, giving him a rugged, hungry edge that has me biting my lip.
“You belong right here, riding what’s yours and yours alone.”
He guides my movements, and with each thrust I feel him hitting that sensitive spot inside me. The piercing dragging against my walls sends a shiver down my spine every time.
“Baby, fuck, that’s it, please… touch me,” I beg.
“Oh god,” he groans, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I’m not going to last, you talking like that.”
“I want you to come inside me,” I continue. “Stroke my cock.”
“Ayden…” he growls.
“Please.”
I feel his legs shift, his knees lifting as he thrusts up, making my back arch.
One of his hands stays on my hip while the other wraps around my slick cock. I swear, the moment he strokes once, my balls tighten, my stomach clenches around my heart, and I’m coming.
“Fuck! Keo!”
“Goddamn it, that’s it, Ayden. That’s it. Come for me.”
I sit fully onto him, but he keeps thrusting deep and hard. My cum flies across his stomach and chest. I make a mess—holy fuck, and I just keep coming.
His grunts accompany the pressure of his climax filling me, and I can’t hold myself up. I collapse forward onto his chest, and he adjusts, spreading my ass with his hands as he continues pumping into me.
