“Uncuff me,” I told her, and without meeting my gaze, she proceeded to do as I’d demanded. Her naked body wasn’t doing my situation any favors, and I needed to be buried inside her.
When free, I inspected the little bruises on my wrists and body.
She climbed back to the bed, watching me. “Why the fuck didn’t you use the safe word sooner?”
“I did not need to use it. Come—”
“Youclearlyneeded to,” she cut in indignantly.
I let out a small laugh, cracking my neck from left to right, feeling more alive than I had in weeks—except it was not in the way that gave me peace of mind.
“You think this is funny? I could have hurt you!”
“It would not be the first time, Zahra.”
She blinked at me, clearly lost. “What the fuck do you mean by that?”
“It does not matter, come to me; let’s finish this.”
She watched me for a few seconds before sighing and moving onto her knees toward me, her eyes falling to my cock, which still looked too sensitive to touch.
My hand curled around the side of her face to the back of her neck as I pulled her to me, her lips falling against mine, and the urge to tighten my grip pulled strong, but I didn’t give into it.
Her tongue brushed mine, and I tasted chocolate, which she had been using to burn me. I sucked on it, drawing out a whimper from her, the kiss making her body soften toward me.
I broke it off, and her eyes fell on my cock again. “Shit, that looks painful.”
“Hm. It does, doesn’t it.”
Her gaze rose back to mine, which hadn’t broken from her as I said, “Suck it.”
A frown dropped down her brows. “Are you demanding, or are you asking?”
“Does it sound like I’m demanding?”
“Yes. Don’t use that tone on me; I don’t like it.”
“What tone would you prefer I use?” I asked, my grip tightening on the back of her neck. “Hm?” I voiced. “You want me to be polite?”
She swallowed. “It’s the bare minimum, Elio.”
“Hm.” I gripped her thigh and pulled her leg over me as she settled into a straddling position. “Fine, don’t put your mouth on me.”
I managed to catch her frown as I fisted my rigid length. I lined myself up with her entrance, and she hissed at the soft brush. The urge to glide my cock over her wetness like I loved to do hit me fiercely, but I held back and pushed the swollen crown of myself into her tight heat.
She gripped my shoulders, a gasp leaving her lips. “Please go slow. You feel so fucking thick.”
And she felt so tight. Perfect.
I held onto her waist before both my hands palmed her ass, squeezing and lifting her as I sank her onto my length, also raising my hips slowly until I was completely sheathed inside her. I let out an almost feral groan. She gripped me, wrapped me around her walls—hot and pulsing.
Soft gasps escaped our mouths at the same time, in sync as always—my chest burned.
My heart was slamming, aching to let myself feel this, to let myself go with this, knowing it would feel so much fucking better with the emotions I held for her, with how much I cared.
I fought for control.
“Grip the headboard. Hard,” I told her, and her hands left my shoulders as she steadied herself, her breasts in my face, begging for a suck that I couldn’t help but succumb to, my tongue curling and sucking against the firm nub of her pierced nipple.
