She shatters with a scream.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a storm, walls pulsing and clamping around me in powerful, rhythmic pulses. She squirts suddenly—hot and messy—soaking my cock, my thighs, and the cushion beneath us. The sight rips a deep, guttural groan from my chest.
I fuck her through every pulse, drawing it out until she’s shaking, oversensitive, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Sienna,” I whisper, still buried deep inside her. “Look at you, squirting all over me because I tied you up and edged you. Such a beautiful sight.”
She smiles at me, her eyes hazy. “More,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse. “I want more of you, Milo. Ineedmore of you.”
The words hit me square in the chest.
Loosening the silk just enough, I roll us over and pull her on top. She straddles me slowly, knees sinking into the cushions, her bound wrists resting warm and delicate around my neck, still secured to the lounger.
When she sinks down onto my cock, she does it inch by agonizing inch, savoring every thick ridge until I’m completely buried inside her. A long, shaky moan spills from her lips, as if she’s feeling me in her soul.
“Fuck… Sienna,” I breathe, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. My fingers press into her soft skin, not rushing her, just holding her there so she can feel exactly how deep I am. “Ride me slow, baby. Let me feel every little flutter of that perfect pussy.”
She obeys with a trembling exhale. Her hips begin to roll in lazy, sensual circles. The heat of her surrounds me completely. Every slow grind makes her walls flutter and squeeze around me, milking my shaft in the most exquisite torture.
Her breathing turns ragged. She leans forward, her breasts brushing and dragging across my chest with each roll, her nipples teasing my skin. Goosebumps ripple over her arms and down her back as I trail my fingertips slowly up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, then higher, skimming the undersides of her breasts.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper, reaching up to grip her jaw. I angle her head down to mine, our gazes locking. The intensity between us crackles like electricity. “Don’t look away. I want to watch you take every inch of me. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”
Sienna’s breath hitches sharply. Her pupils are blown wide, lips parted in a silent moan. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she grinds harder, rolling her hips in long, devastating strokesthat drag my piercing right against that sweet spot inside her. The connection feels deeper than just our bodies—raw, intimate, almost overwhelming.
“Milo…” she whispers, her voice trembling as she leans closer. Her hot, panting breath fans across my lips. “I can feel your piercing right there… fuck, you’re stretching me so perfectly. Filling me completely.”
I slide one hand up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple before pinching it just enough to make her gasp. She shivers violently, another wave of goosebumps exploding across her flushed skin. Her hips never stop that slow, hypnotic rhythm—grinding down deep, circling, lifting just enough to slide back down again, coating every inch of me in her slick heat.
I sit up slowly, wrapping one arm around her back to hold her chest-to-chest. My mouth finds her throat, kissing, licking, and lightly sucking as she continues those deep, sensual grinds. I move to her ear, my voice low and gravelly.
“That’s it, baby… just like that. Use me. Grind that pretty clit on my cock. You’re so fucking wet I can feel it dripping down my balls.”
Her nails scrape the nape of my neck, fingers flexing helplessly. She buries her face against the side of my neck, her lips brushing my ear as her breathing dissolves into desperate little whimpers.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. “I don’t want it to end…”
“Come for me like this,” I murmur hotly against her ear, one hand slipping between us to rub slow circles over her clit. “Let me feel you fall apart while you’re riding me, baby. Eyes on me when you come.”
Her moans turn broken and breathy. She presses her open mouth to my neck, panting hard against my skin as her hips stutter. Her thighs shake uncontrollably against mine. Then shecomes with a long, shuddering cry muffled against my neck, her pussy clenching and rippling around me in powerful, rhythmic waves that pull me even deeper.
She keeps grinding through each pulse, chasing the last sparks of pleasure until she’s trembling and oversensitive. I hold her tightly through it all, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other strokes her spine. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her parted lips—soft, reverent kisses—until her trembling finally eases.
Only then do I gently roll us over, keeping her wrapped around me as I settle her on her back. I stay buried deep inside her the entire time, unwilling to lose even a second of our connection.
I hook her legs over my hips and begin to move again—long, slow, sensual strokes that drag against every sensitive inch of her. She moans my name, over and over, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, her body arching beautifully into every deep thrust.
I keep the same unhurried rhythm, savoring how she clenches and flutters around me. Only when she’s whimpering softly, nails digging into my shoulders, begging in that sweet, wrecked voice, do I finally let go.
Buried to the hilt, pressed hard against her cervix, I come with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot pulses spill inside her as I fill her completely, my release leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass.
We stay locked together for a few breathless minutes, hearts pounding in sync, until I gently untie her wrists. I kiss each one at my lips, lingering over the faint pink marks left by the silk, then pull her into my arms, holding her close beneath the vast night sky.
“Fuck,” I whisper, completely spent. “That was…”
“Perfect,” she finishes softly, her fingers threading lazily through my hair. A small, sated smile curves her lips. “I guess you can out-restrain me after all.”
I let out a low laugh and pull her even closer, tucking her head under my chin. As her breathing evens out against my chest, a quiet realization settles over me.
