Page 107 of A Song for You

“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he purrs between my legs.

I grip his hair and push him deeper. He doesn’t fight it. He just feasts, his lips and tongue lashing at me until I’m coming apart at the seams.

“St-st-stop,” I gasp, pulling back.

Normally, he holds me in place and doesn’t let me squirm away, but with his arms tied behind him, he can’t this time. I almost regret it. But I got too close to the edge. I want us to come at the same time. While he’s buried deep inside me. And I want it to be the best sex of his life. Something he’ll remember every night while we’re apart.

“Take these off so I can fuck you properly,” he growls.

I jump up and do just that. I need his hands on me.

When his arms are free, he tears the blindfold off and stares down at me, his eyes murderous and frenzied. “Bend over,” he demands.

I fall to the bed without thought, spreading my arms and legs wide. His palm lands on my ass with a loud smack, pulling a yelp from me. At the contact, my body pulses, already on the edge of my climax.

“Please, Jay.”

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Make me come,” I cry, delirious now, just like he was.

He spanks the other cheek.

“You want to go to the edge, Catherine…then you wait,” he grinds out before slapping me again, his voice is hoarse and hard and desperate, just like I feel. The spanks are in rapid succession, making it hard for me to catch my breath, but I get wetter with each one. Closer and closer to completely losing it.

“Please,” I cry, full-on sobs racking my body with desperation for him.

The tip of Jay’s cock presses between my cheeks, and I almost beg for him to fuck me there. I need his cock, and right now I’m so frenzied, so frantic, I don’t care where.

“You want this?” he asks, pressing it farther.

So out of control with need, I grab for the sheets, gripping for anything, trying to find some sense of restraint. “Yes, please, anywhere. Please just give me your cock.”

He laughs as he presses lower, sliding between my lips and pushing inside me, his chest and abdomen slamming into my back and his lips finding my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. My walls are already pulsing around him, tiny orgasms taking over before he’s even begun moving.

“I can feel you working me over. Your body wants my cum so badly it’s trying to squeeze it out of me. That what you want, Kitten? You want me to fill you up? Make sure this pussy knows it’s mine and only mine?”

“Yes,” I plead.

He pulls back, then slides forward again slowly. I’m delirious with pleasure, my brain foggy and my nerves on fire. Sweat drips down my back as he picks up speed and works me over, driving in and out at such a pace I can’t catch a breath. His cock swells, an atomic orgasm edging closer in my core, and when it hits, I crash through the wave, my body electrified with aftershocks that pour through me and don’t stop.

Jay’s animalistic growl as he comes is the only thing that tethers me to this bed. To this place. When his cock stops twitching, he slumps over me and presses thousands of kisses against my skin. Each kiss blends into the next, no beginning and no end. His lips moving down my body, as if he’s making sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

I groan when I see the trail of mascara all over the duvet cover. “Oh shit,” I whine.

Jay rolls over and pulls me onto his chest. “I love that I fuck you so hard that your mascara runs, that it stains the sheets.” He kisses my forehead. “The evidence of us is there for good.”

I smile up at my insane boyfriend. “I love you,” I whisper.

“Only you,” he whispers back.

Fifty-Four

Jay

I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith