He ran his hand over her hip and touched her center.
She groaned.
"I am very confident."He stroked her again, this time penetrating her with his finger.
She cried out.
"See?"
"Oh, I'll get you back for this."
"That sounds like fun."
He scooted down more, and started tasting and kissing around her hips and between her legs.
Every one of his little moves made her moan or groan or do something loud.The sounds spurred him on, because he got more vigorous with his stimulation, and her orgasm built inside her.It hit her hard and fast when she did come, and he licked and savored it like he'd had a fine meal.
"Ahh," he moaned when he finished."I love your taste."
She sighed and tried to pull her restrained arm back, but couldn't."I love when you taste me."
He grinned as he crawled back up her."I think you're ready for me."
She grinned."Well, I hope so.You're not going to give me a choice are you?"
"Only in the method."
She smirked.
He positioned himself in between her legs, and after a moment of angling they got in the right position for good penetration.He dove in and stretched her to capacity, his movements leaving no room for her to catch her breath.
The orgasm she thought was over before came roaring back, and in a few good poundings, she was on that precipice again, ready to leap over the orgasm bridge.
He was very close too, his body started to pulse, she could feel it inside.
She cried out, and her body tensed.
It was just enough to push him over the edge as well.
They both collapsed, their bodies spent.
Her hand was still hooked on the headboard, but she didn't really care anymore.
He laid with her, slipping his arm around her.When the gauntlet touched the metal, she felt it immediately release from the bed.
She sighed, and pulled her hand back down.
But the metal wasn't gone.
Instead, it had twisted and bent in on itself.
And wrapped around her ring finger into an intricately woven pattern, with a circle in the center.
"Bahran?"
"Don't married people need rings?Is that not the custom?"
"Why do you know that?"
