Like this, I could fall asleep. If my libido would let me. I push my ass back, rubbing it over his dick. He kisses my neck, his tongue swiping over their claim on my neck, trailing his mouth up to my ear.
“Let me fuck you to sleep, bebe. You need rest.”
I twist around, agreeing, but also to speak to him. “From this day on, anything you want to do to me works.”
“Anything?” he challenges.
But it’s such an easy question to agree to because I can feel his intention thrumming through our bond, as clearly as I can see the growing smile on his face.
“Such a good girl. I’m going to tie you up and fuck your ass so hard for not telling me any of your secrets sooner. No excuses for trying to protect me. For now, though, turn back around and let me plug your pussy while you sleep.”
I have to open my mouth to get more air. I feel dizzy and wound up, ready to pop in a few words. I hold his smoldering gaze. “Choke me too?”
He nods quickly before we shuffle back into position. Santiago is everywhere. His skin is on mine, his weight holds medown, and his mouth is back at my ear as he swipes his cockhead at my entrance.
“Bebe, we need a proper talk with safe words and better consent thanyou can do whatever you want. And yes, you can trust our bond as your guide, but I need a conversation and to understand your limits.”
I’m already so wet. And as gross as it sounds, my slick has been dripping like a tap. We’ve spent the whole day in bed, naked, touching and tasting, talking in the times in between. It’s a sweet taste of what my heat will be like, and I can’t wait.
Santiago winds his arm around me, keeping me still, and he pushes himself inside, not stopping until he’s bottomed out. His knot is spongy against my pussy, and I wiggle my hips encouragingly, wanting him to give me everything.
And then he moves. Slowly. Pulling out only an inch or two, then sinking back in deep again, with a tiny more force.
“You’re so tight around me,” he groans, his breathing as deep as mine is already. “Close your eyes and be with me completely.”
He sucks on my throat as he keeps up his tortuously exquisite pace. I lose track of time, getting off on the steady roll of his hips and the small, deep thrusts as he circles my clit with his free hand.
“I love the sound your body makes when I’m inside you,” he whispers, his hips moving faster. We’re tucked in our own space, the others still sleeping, and while we’re not doing anything wrong, the secrecy adds another layer to our lovemaking.
“I’m going to come soon.” I whine, twisting around, searching for his mouth.
His lips are on mine as he keeps ruining me with his deliberately slow, deep thrusts. His fingers disappear from my clit, his hand moving to push my leg higher as his knot pushes into place.
There’s a beautiful pinch of pain, but he kisses me quiet and rotates his hips, soothing the intrusion. And then his hand cups my throat, and he squeezes ever so gently right when I feel myself getting closer to my climax.
He cuts off my air with his hand, stealing the air from my lungs with his kiss. I can’t breathe, but I don’t struggle, even when little dots appear in my eyes. He’s got me; he won’t let this get out of hand. This is a lesson in trust, and I hope he keeps showing me how to rely on him for the rest of our days.
We come together, and I fall into the most serene space. Surrounded by him, our bond infused with connection as his amber scent refills my lungs.
I fight to stay awake, but he makes it nearly impossible with his slow tickles and soft whispers.
I wake up with my face pressed against the pillow, alone. Rolling over, I tuck into a ball facing the door at the same time as Aleksei leans against it.
His hair is damp, and he’s got a black suit on, the white shirt under it open at the neck. He’s holding a long, pale pink cable-knit cardigan in his hand.
“Come.” He flicks his chin up.
I sit up, and the sheet drops to my lap, knowing the fire behind me silhouettes my body similar to how the light in the kitchen spotlights him. His eyes smolder as he stares at me for a long time, eventually breaking our connection by closing them. His scent continues to circle around me, a message in it that if time was different, he’d be in here, and I wouldn’t be getting out of bed anytime soon.
I stand up, and he opens his eyes again. The ravenous look is gone, but his adoration is equally nourishing.
“I laid a dress out for you.” He points to the chair he uses when we’re in here.
Aleksei has stuck hard to his no-sharing rule. Not that I mind one bit; they all make me feel like a goddess, no matter how many people are involved. Our sexual discovery of each other has been insanely liberating.
“Are we going out?” I ask, turning to what he’s pointing at. The dress is stunning. It’s silky and long, in a deep emerald green that screams luxury.
“No. But our first dinner after we packed is cause for celebration.”
