With no elegance, I begin to work the button and zipper. “Arms above your head,” I order.
She willingly complies, and I slide down her shorts. My fingers skirt the fabric of her panties, feeling her warmth and arousal radiating through the cotton while a soft moan escapes her lips, which causes me to focus my attention on her mouth.
Gosh, I want to kiss her again, but this isn’t that kind of release. This is about power and testing how easily she succumbs to me.
She’s crumbling, and I love that I have that effect on her.
I hiss a sound as I watch her eyes hood closed. “For someone who doesn’t like me, you sure seem eager.” My finger slips under the fabric to slide along her pussy, and the touch instantly shoots desire straight to my groin. She’s soaking, and I’m already satisfied that I’m the reason. “My oh my, my wife wants this.” I circle her clit, and her hips buck from the contact. “I wonder if you still taste like cupcakes. Is that what you want? My tongue on you?”
“Connor,” she gasps. “I swear the only reason I’m here is because orgasms are essential for living and tequila made you my husband.”
I chuckle because I love when she’s feisty. “But babe, I’m a giver. Don’t worry, I’m going to be a good husband tonight,” I promise.
She can’t protest because I lean down and swipe my tongue up her heat, tasting my confirmation. Her hips bolt up from the contact, and her lips gasp a breath. She’s sweet and at my surrender, everything I was hoping for. I dip my tongue inside then swirl back up, her little moans encouraging me. I feast on her, nip on her clit, then circle again until I find a rhythm that leaves her jolting underneath my tongue.
I hook my arms under her legs and bring her forward to the edge of the counter. “You taste good,” I murmur against her inner thigh.
Her body writhes and attempts to arch up to encourage me to use my tongue some more. I want to make her come, and I will, but not yet.
“Then don’t stop,” she breathes.
It causes me to widen my eyes due to her insistence. Hovering over her body, I fist some of her hair around my hand and carefully guide her up to sitting. “I won’t. But you need to work for it a little.”
She raises her brows. “You tied me up. Whatever would you like me to do?” Sass. That’s my girl.
I plant my hands on her hips and hoist her off the counter. “Knees,” I demand. She sighs but yet again complies, while I lower my basketball shorts and boxer briefs. “Mouth.”
Her eyes blaze with a hint of surprise, but she only licks her lips before she parts them to welcome my cock into her mouth. I bring my tip to her lips and the edge of her tongue greets my head.
“Damn. You’re a sight. My little dancer, wrapped up and willing.” But I step back and instead weave my fingers into her hair. “Would you like that? Having my cock inside your mouth? Your lips wrapped around me? Because you would look good with your mouth full and getting destroyed.” My words cause her to moan sharply, and I raise a brow. “Bet you wish you could touch your pussy now. Tell me that you need my tongue on you.” Words don’t escape her lips, as she seems lost in a daze. “It’s okay, I’ll check for you.”
She smirks with pleasure. “How giving.” I still sense some sarcasm, but she’s an equal partner in this scene. A far cry from her first time with me, definitely not innocent.
I lift her back onto the edge of the counter, taking my cock in my hand to give it a stroke, while she spreads her legs, and my tongue finds a home on her clit.
“Connor, right there, please.”
Her moaning my name, pleading, is music to my dick. A perfect melody that I plan on putting on repeat.
I work toward my own release while I take care of her until she’s shaking against my tongue, cursing out my name, with her head fallen back as she convulses on the kitchen counter. I keep my tongue on her, and my balls tighten before I still and unload onto her inner thigh.
Rising and then leaning over her, I’m panting as my forehead falls against hers, using one another for support, as she has no use of her hands. We both have labored breathing and say nothing, instead melting into a pile of orgasmic bliss. It takes about thirty seconds for me to adjust that this actually happened, then I reach for a kitchen towel to wipe her thigh, with the flicker of a memory of the last time I did this with her. She was shy and innocent, and I made her mine. For that night at least. Before untying her ribbon, noting that I really do owe her new ones.
We don’t say anything, even when she hops off the counter and swoops up her shorts, and I pull up my own.
She walks away, and I rub my face as I try to find my feet, as I’m trapped between endorphins and unsure of what to say to her. It doesn’t matter, as she is already halfway upstairs.
I decide to give her a little space while she takes a shower, then when she emerges from the bathroom in another one of my shirts, I relax a little more and lie back against the headboard, watching her approach the bed.
“You okay?” I check.
She laughs once. “More than.” She hops onto the bed then does something that surprises me; she straddles my hips, and my dick is instantly intrigued. Her finger pokes out and jabs my chest. “Downstairs was appreciated because now I know that youdowant me.” She swivels her covered pussy on top of my cock, and my breathing grows labored. “I fully intend to drive you insane, so thank you for the intel, Con.” Hadley dry humps the fuck out of me in one sensual move, a wave of her hips churning as she tosses her hair behind her back, causing her chest to perk out. “Mmm, someone is hard. A shame he’s not getting anything.” She gently pats my cheek. “Night-night, Husband.”
Then she’s off me, rolls to her side of the bed, and turns away from me. Leaving me with a massive hard-on that I’m going to have to rub out in the shower.
Great, my determination paid off only partly tonight. But what the hell happens tomorrow? She’s up to something, and I will bring her to her knees again, that I’m sure of.
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