Lottie closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the rope against her skin. There was a rhythm to Razor’s movements, almost meditative. The soft creak of the rope as it tightened, the occasional brush of his fingertips, and the warmth of his presence grounded her. She felt herself surrendering to the moment, letting go of tension and allowing him to guide her.
As he worked, Razor’s voice broke the silence. “This isn’t just about the rope, you know. It’s about us. Every knot, every line, it’s a conversation. Do you feel that?”
“I do,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like you’re speaking without words.”
He smiled at her response, a quiet pride blooming in his chest. He continued, weaving patterns that accentuated her form, each tie a testament to their trust and his craftsmanship. The finished design was elegant and intricate, a harmonious blend of art and intimacy. He stepped back to admire his work, his eyes lingering on her serene expression.
He only left her tied while he walked around her, viewing the beauty of the ropes against her skin. The intricate patterns framed her form in a way that took his breath away. Every knot, every loop, seemed to tell a story of their connection.
Bending down, he began untying all the knots, his hands as careful and deliberate as when he had tied them. Each movement was a promise, a gesture of care as he freed her from the intricate web.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
“Beautiful,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his. “And free. I feel… free.”
Her words hung in the air, carrying a depth that resonated with him. Razor knelt beside her, his hand resting lightly on her cheek. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, Lottie. To feel free, safe, and cherished.”
She leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with gratitude. This moment, this act, was more than just Shibari. It was a celebration of their connection, a physical manifestation of the trust they were building together. And in the soft glow of the candlelight, surrounded by the silent language of knotted rope, they found a deeper understanding of each other.
Picking Lottie up, Razor carried her to the bed where he laid her down and tended to her body. He loved seeing the patterns from the rope. Pulling his shirt over his head he tossed it aside, and stared at the beautiful woman lying on the bed looking up at him with adoration. Kicking off his shoes, he climbed onto the bed.
His hands eased her panties down her thighs removing them. Keeping them bunched in his hand, Razor ran his knuckles over her glistening sex, dragging the silky fabric across her pussy. Bringing the underwear to his nose, he breathed her scent in. “I love the way you smell.”
“Razor.”
“Shhh, remember…patience.”
Razor’s lips kissed their way from the nape of her neck down to her butt, then his tongue traced its way all the way backup. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as cool air met damp skin. Reaching her arms over her head, she tangled her hands in the headboard, his large hands holding her legs open. His teeth scraped the underside of her butt making her squirm. A firm hand on her lower back held her in place. Her heart thundered in her ears as her whole body heated up. A small moan bounced off the unadorned walls as Razor bit the inside of her thigh while his fingers ran along her folds, delving in and out of her pussy.
She released the headboard when he pulled her further down the bed, rolling her over, and moaned softly once again as his mouth found her breast. His tongue pressed against her already hard nipple sent little shock waves through her sex. Arching up into his mouth, she got a little nip to the nipple.
The feeling of him, every part of him made her ache waiting, wondering what he had in store for her next. At the moment, it was his mouth that was her favorite part. Yes, his mouth was her very favorite part at that moment. It only took her squirming to get Razor moving from her mouth down her stomach, across her abdomen. Good God, the man was driving her crazy. When his head dipped between her thighs, she gripped the sheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his teeth raked across her clit.
The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which, but more than once she called out to God and even did a little begging for more. Unfortunately, he was fine with the begging and the praying.
When she told him, she couldn’t take much more, Razor smiled wickedly at her and began to show her exactly how much more she could handle. Going up on his knees, he pulled her to him, draping her legs over his shoulders and drove deep into her, taking her over completely. The burning need to keep him inside her bordered on insanity. It wasn’t just his body Lottie wanted toown, she realized it was his mind, and his heart. And it terrified her.
Razor stared down at the beautiful woman beneath him, realizing this was the home he’d been looking for. He’d found his home, between the cries of pleasure that he dragged from her to the sensation of her body gripping his, drawing him ever deeper into her. He loved the feeling of Lottie’s nails digging into his flesh, holding on, he was lost in her body as it toppled over the edge, trusting him to fall with her. He heard his name on her lips as his body sagged against hers.
His heart pounded in his ears. Kissing the inside of her thighs, he placed her feet on the mattress. He could hardly keep his weight off her as they both panted against one another’s sweat-drenched skin. When he went to pull away,
She clinched her hips around him keeping him in place. He placed a kiss on her full lips as she loosened her grip for him to roll next to her.
“You’re something else,” Razor murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her cheek. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes searching hers, a rare softness breaking through his usual intensity.
Lottie smiled, her fingers grazing his jawline. “You don’t have to keep doing that, you know.”
“Doing what?” he asked, his lips twitching with curiosity.
“Making me melt like this,” she said, her cheeks flushing as she admitted it.
Razor smirked, his hand resting at the small of her back now, pulling her even closer. “It’s not something I can help,” he said, his tone playful but laced with sincerity. “You bring it out of me.”
She let out a soft laugh, leaning in to brush her lips against his again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring the quiet intimacy they’d created. The world outside their bubble could wait…here, in this moment, they only had each other.
Chapter Thirty-One
Things were going well with Razor. She hadn’t been sure at first, not after their disastrous first date. A memory that still made her laugh, though it had taken weeks before she could see the humor in it. But they’d come so far since then, navigating each other’s quirks and rhythms, building something she hadn’t quite dared to hope for. The outfit in the garment bag was a surprise. It was for their upcoming date over the weekend, and she’d spent more time than she cared to admit picking out just the right thing.
