“No, not necessary, I found this…” I pulled an old scarf from the collar of one of my old winter coats, and then dropped it when I saw Drew’s one, and possibly only, tie. I turned and held it up, the skinny black thing dangling from my fingertips like a limp snake. “This will work just fine.”
I headed back to the bed, swallowing my own nerves as I climbed onto the mattress and straddled him again. My hands were trembling, my heart pounding, but my resolve was steelas I met his gaze again. When I clenched against his abs, I knew he felt that electricity burn between us, too.
“You okay?” he asked softly, with way too much tenderness considering he was the one being taken control of.
“Nervous,” I admitted, tugging on his beard lightly. “And really horny.”
“Focus on the horny. No need for the nerves here. This is your safe place.”
I nodded in agreement, smiling down at him as that slow burn in my stomach flared into a fully-fledged fire. I lifted his arm to my lap and tied a soft loop around his wrist and then knotted the tie. Lifting it to the headboard left me in a precarious situation, my breasts were very close to his face, and that was a position Drew took full advantage of. Warm, wet lips closed around the sensitive flesh and had me shuddering to a stop as a groan of pleasure fell from my mouth. The only advantage to this was that he lifted his other arm to join his first, and my fingers fumbled through the knots as pleasure surged through my body.
“Bastard,” I whispered as I shimmied down his body, hovering over his dick as my hands ran down the length of his arms.
His eyes stayed on mine, his hunger shining. “Do your worst, darlin’.”
I raised my eyebrows, but I knew it was pointless. He would see the heat in my eyes already. I could feel my desire running through my veins as I shuffled my body farther down and straddled his thighs. I sat back on his legs, my hands dragging along the surface of his body and settling on his hips as I took his beautiful body in.
There was no way to describe Drew Tucker like this.He was all muscle and warm honey-colored skin that was puckered and scarred in places no man should ever be scarred. There was a beauty to the battle wounds, though. He wore them well, like a story that was played out when his body was stretched and prone this way. I was lucky enough to see him naked almost every day, but never like this. Never stretched out and still, ready for my exploration.
My fingers moved to his chest first, tracing the letters of my name. Bending at the waist, I leaned in closer, his erection pushing against my stomach as I allowed my tongue to follow the same path my fingers had taken, before detouring to his nipple. I felt the subtle jerk of his body below mine as I sucked and grazed the tip with my teeth, as he so often did to me.
I treated the patch tattoo on his chest with the same reverence as I made my way to the other side and gave his other nipple the same treatment as my stomach muscles twitched against his dick, simply to tease him.
Moving slowly, I explored every scar and tattoo within my reach. I left no part of him unexplored. He reacted differently to every part of his body I doted on. The first of his scars had dragged an almost inaudible hiss from him as my tongue traced the jagged line across his ribs, and I’d paid attention to every one I’d come to since. Each one became easier, every reaction more subdued, until the last one I came to earned me a small grunt of pleasure.
He was rewarded for his trust. My eyes met his as my tongue danced over the head of him in one languid stroke and I earned myself a buck of his hips in acceptance. His groan was followed by a growl as I blew a stream of cool air over the dampness I’d left behind, another trick I’d picked up from him. Before he could open his mouth to say a word, I’d takenhim in my mouth, my hand gripping the base as I sank lower.
I worked slowly, my forearm stopping his need to push himself deeper and faster. I continued the ministrations to the rhythm of his growing panting breaths and the pull of his hands against the tie as he tried his best to get free and guide me. I took him to the edge and pulled back several times before abandoning him with a quick kiss to the tip of his dick.
There was something powerful about having complete control over a formidable man like Drew. Even at my mercy, he was able to let me know what he wanted. He just wasn’t in control of whether or not I gave it to him. I was a slave to my own needs now, and I was so worked up and needy I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Fire and passion burned inside of me as I crawled up his body. Need and desire gathered like an impending storm as I hovered over him, my hands pressing against his broad chest when our eyes met.
I didn’t let him dictate to me as I reached between our bodies and guided him inside me, but our mingled moans of pleasures filled the air almost violently, breaking the brief moment of calm I’d created. I sank down slowly, accepting him fully as my fingers clawed his chest and my breath rushed from me. I watched as his hands balled and released with a need to touch me, and smiled down at him, rising with momentum to give him a second of reprieve before sinking onto him again. We found our rhythm quickly. I used his body as much as I used mine, rising and falling in a symphony of grunts and cries and building to a crescendo.
The heat in my body rose quickly, and I slowed, panting as I met the deep green-blue of the man looking up at me. I wanted to go on, I wanted to take him to the edge and fall back again and again until that torrent of violence flared in his eyes,but I was too selfish. I needed his touch. I needed the bruising brutality of his fingers as he held me in place and fucked me hard. The gentle brush as he pushed my hair over my shoulder and the loving embrace as he pushed me hard over that edge. I loved being in control. I loved having the power, but I loved the man he was more.
I slowed abruptly, and fell forward, my left elbow holding my weight as I reached over his head to untie him from the bed. I meant to tell him I loved him. I’d wanted to ask him to fuck me in that insatiable way of his, but instead, the words that fell out of my mouth were words I’d never so much as thought of before.
“Marry Me, Drew Tucker.”
His arms tensed, still above him, and his eyes widened, fixing on my mouth before slowly rising to meet my gaze.
The two of us stared at each other, neither one certain I’d actually said those four little life-changing words.
“Did you…?” he trailed off, his quiet whisper barely audible.
I was now trembling almost violently. He was inside of me, surrounding me, the heat of him, the smell of him, that burning fire in his eyes, and all I could think was…yeah, I sure the fuck did.
“I…” broke off and simply nodded. It was all I had.
Drew reacted instantly. His arms came around me as he pushed himself up almost violently, his strong muscles holding me in place until I was sitting in his lap, under his control again. He pulled me even closer to him, his movements urgent and commanding until our noses were pressed together, our breaths mingling with one another’s so much, I could taste him as I tried to remember how to breathe.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The slow, yet needy rise and fall of his chest showed me all of his emotions, and when his hands fell to my waist, gripping it fiercely, I let him do what he needed to do. Drew’s eyes never left mine as he began to guide my body up and down his dick in slow, controlled, incredibly powerful movements. I tried to remind myself that Drew wasn’t the overly emotional type, but as he made love to me with my body in his hands, I could have sworn I saw a glint of unshed tears glazing over the blue and green flecks of his eyes.
My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as our eyes held that connection between us. We worked together, his hands pulling me against him viciously, my body gripping as the powerful release started to build, our breaths coming hard and fast as they sawed in and out from us.
The growing orgasm was painful as I tried to deny it and drag out the moment between us. The friction was like a fire burning, and the sheen of sweat that was now beading on my flesh had me shivering violently. The visceral need for release built in my chest, and the words I’d spoken repeated in my mind over and over again with every thrust Drew gave.
Marry me.
