Page 104 of Lowering His Guard

“Are you playing charades?”

Her eyes light up as she bobs her head.

“You’re acting out me fucking you?”

She claps.

“The whole point of the gag is for you to be quiet.”

She speaks and I swear she says I’m being quiet. The little shit. She’s trying to top from the bottom. Not on my watch.

I get to my knees and grab my cock. I pump it a few times. Her eyes flare. “You want this?” She nods. “Will you be quiet?” The little liar crosses her heart with a finger.

“No talking. No charades. Or I’ll tease you all night long.”

Her breath hitches. Maybe I should tease her all night long. Teach her a lesson about being gagged.

My cock disagrees. It wants in her now.

She widens her arms and her legs in invitation. Damnit. It’s an invitation I can’t refuse. I don’t want to refuse. I will never refuse.

I quickly don the condom before settling between her legs. I notch my cock at her entrance. Her eyes fall closed as she moans.

I lift her hips as I begin to sink into her slowly. Inch by inch. May’s small. I don’t want to hurt her.

But I needn’t worry. She’s primed for me. Because her body was built for me. This woman was made for me.

I bury myself inside her until my balls slap into her ass. I grit my teeth before I start rutting into her like a damn animal. This woman makes me lose control. And I pride myself on always being in control.

I retreat and her walls tighten around me – trying to keep me right where I am. And I lose it. Any semblance of control I had vanishes.

I plunge into her and she wraps her legs around my hips. We establish a fast rhythm. I’m being too hard. I should slow down. But I can’t. Especially not when May meets me with every thrust.

Her walls tighten further around my cock. She’s close. I sneak a hand between our bodies to find her clit. The second I touch it, she nearly launches off the bed.

“Come for me, pint-sized. Come all over my cock.”

Her heels dig into my back and her nails claw my shoulders as she climaxes. I continue to pump into her until she collapses.

My turn. I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her close as I pound into her. I don’t last long before my orgasm hits.

“I…” I cut myself off before I say I love her. During sex – no matter if it is the best sex of my life – is not the time to declare my love.

I’ll wine and dine her when I admit how I feel. She deserves the best. And I plan to give it to her every day for the rest of our lives.

Chapter 32

Lull – A calm stretch between wave sets that forces surfers to wait.

May

I snuggle into Brock, and his arm tightens around my middle. I’m deliciously sore in all the best places.

I’ve always wanted to try more adventurous things in the bedroom, but I’ve never had a partner I trusted enough. But I trust Brock. Naturally. I love him. You can’t have love without trust. Maybe next time I’ll be brave enough to let him spank me.

Having a partner you trust is the best.

I’ve always kept my relationships superficial before. I never wanted to end up in a place where I’d have to explain my deficiency to anyone. I’d resigned myself to living alone. To staying in this tiny house in my parents’ backyard.