Worthy. That’s how she makes me feel right this second.
Squeezing her hips once more, I gently grip the base of my dick with the condom and pull out. I feel the loss immediately, and it’s like the sun is behind the clouds. Her hips collapse onto the bed, and I gently rub the globes of her ass.
“You okay, Will?” Concern instantly floods me, unsure if I took this too far.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Her voice comes out in a staccato groan, making me smile.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I wait for her nod of confirmation before moving to my bathroom to remove the condom. I grab the washcloth and turn on the water, making sure it’s warm before wetting it.
Making my way back to Willow, I’m struck by the fact that I feel light. The heaviness that’s usually surrounding me has temporarily given way to an airiness I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.
Willow is in the same spot that I left her, so I spread her legs a little and run the washcloth over her, making sure she’s clean before tossing it into the corner. Lying down next to her, I pull her pliable body to mine.
“I think you broke me,” she groans.
“I’d say I accomplished what I set out to then, no?”
She half-ass slaps my chest, and A bark of laughter escapes me.
“You sure you’re doing, okay? I wasn’t too rough?” I’m almost positive I wasn’t because I watched her reactions like a hawk, but I never want to assume. Talking to her about it after is a way for both of us to ensure we got what we wanted.
“I’ve never had sex like that before. Which is probably why I never really loved having sex, because I could never get out of my head enough to let go and orgasm. I’m usually thinking about the next book idea, what kind of character my partner would be in my books…”
She’s rambling, but I let her. Sex can be cathartic as hell.
“I— That— Holy shit, James that was … everything,” she stutters out.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I say softly, stroking my hand up her spine.
“Is that your usual style? Like, are you always dominant like that?”
“Yes and no. I always feel like this, but there are women who aren’t into it and that’s fine. I don’t push my wants on someone if they don’t want it. But what we just did? That is my preference.”
“The tying up?”
“It’s not so much the restraining; it’s the control over your pleasure. I like bringing kink into the bedroom because it usually draws the focus away from the act, if that makes sense. You focus less on whether youlook right, are placed right, are you actually going to come, and focus more on your senses.” I know I’m not explaining myself right, but she has my head so blissfully blank it’s the best I can do right now. I also won’t tell her she’s the only woman I’ve been with and haven’t had tied up the entire time. Ever since that incident so long ago, I’ve never been with a woman I haven’t tied up.
“I liked the tying up,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll keep tying you up.” I press a kiss to her temple.
She lets out a content sigh, and my heart explodes with accomplishment.
I did this to her. And if she lets me, I’ll keep doing it as often as she wants.
I wake up with a start, disoriented.
I feel the weight of Willow on my chest, and everything we did rushes to my head.
And then my phone rings. Must be what woke me up. I don’t even remember falling asleep, just pulling out the lasagna before climbing back into bed with Willow and feeling content for the first time in maybe forever. I clumsily reach over to the nightstand, feeling for the offending object, hoping I don’t wake up Willow.
I finally find it, seeing it’s one a.m. and that Woodcroft is calling me.
Fuck.
“What?” I answer quietly, checking to make sure Willow’s still asleep.
“Sorry it’s so late, man.”
