The rope crosses my torso next, and he weaves a harness around me inch by inch. He checks symmetry, smooths the fabric where it lies against my skin, reties a knot when it’s not quite right. I can tell he’s totally present in this moment. Completely focused on me and what he’s doing, and that knowledge settles something deep in my chest.
My breathing evens out as he finishes the last knot, a clean, compact stopper that holds everything in balance. He doesn’t move away right away. Instead, he cups my face, thumbs brushing beneath my eyes.
“Where are you?” he asks gently.
“Here,” I whisper. “With you.”
“That’s right.”
Cupping my face in both his hands, he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss that makes me whimper. I kiss him back, melting into his touch, relaxing as the ropes hold me secure.
He runs his hands down to my shoulders, then my breasts. He cups them, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over my nipples as his tongue gently invades my mouth.
Pleasure unfurls inside me, heating me from the inside out. I’m getting so wet, I can feel it running along my thighs.
“Jayce,” I gasp. “Please…”
“What do you need, baby?” he asks, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “Tell me.”
I let out a long, shaky breath. “I need you to touch my…touch my pussy.”
His lips curl into a satisfied smirk. “Are you wet and aching for me?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I am.”
He slowly drags his hand down past my belly and then between my legs. When his fingers reach my folds, I let out a small cry as the pleasure inside me intensifies instantly.
“Oh, youarewet,” he growls. “You’re soaking.”
He strokes my pussy with a firm touch, circles my throat with his other hand, then runs his lips along my jaw. He doesn’t rush or move to ravage me. He’s slow and careful. Even as I’m pulled under a wave of delight and sensation, I can tell that this is different from the other times we’ve slept together. The way he’s touching me is much more tender. Almost…reverent.
Between the hot trail of kisses on my throat and his hand between my legs, I’m overwhelmed with stimulation. I can feel my orgasm building up deep in my belly. Jayce slips a finger inside me and presses his thumb to my clit and I moan. I grind into his hand, needing to relieve the pressure building up inside me.
He kisses my lips again and growls, “Come for me, Starling.”
At his command, I come undone, shuddering as sweet release shakes me to my bones.
It’s not enough, though. I need more. I need him. I need to feel him deep inside me, our bodies moving together as he helps me chase my pleasure.
As if he can read my mind, Jayce moves his hand from between my legs and then adjusts me so I’m lying on my side. He strips until he’s naked with me, then climbs onto the bed between my legs.
Grabbing my ankle, he raises it and rests it on his shoulder, spreading me wide open to him. He presses himself slowly into me. I let out a groan of relief as he stretches me and fills me just the way I need him to.
“Oh, God…” The words come out as a sob and Jayce starts to move.
His pace remains slow and languid. He’s taking his time. Making this last. He leans over me, covering my body with his so that we’re completely entwined in each other.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “So perfect. I love being inside you. Holding you like this. You’re so perfect, Sutton.”
His words bring tears to my eyes and I’m suddenly desperate to hold him.
“Jayce, untie me,” I beg in a breathless tone. “I need to touch you.”
Without a word, he undoes the rest of the knots. As the ropes fall away, I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him while he drives into me, his hips finding a grinding rhythm that drives me wild.
I feel a connection with Jayce I’ve never felt before. Like we were made for this…for each other.
This isn’t just sex. Isn’t fucking. This is something deeper. More profound.
