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The bed shifted beneath us.

Her wet pussy took every thick stroke, still fluttering from her orgasm.

I buried my face against her neck and breathed her in.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.”

She turned her mouth against my ear.

“I want you to come inside me.”

The words snapped the last thread of control I had left.

I drove deep twice more before I came.

Pleasure hit hard enough that my entire body locked over hers. My cock pulsed inside her while I held her against me, every contraction dragging another rough sound from my chest.

For several seconds afterward, all I could hear was our breathing.

I stayed braced above her until I could trust my arms.

Then I lowered myself carefully beside her and pulled her against my chest.

Neither of us spoke right away.

The room smelled like sex and warm skin. The blankets were twisted beneath us, the scarf lying dark against the pillow where I’d dropped it. Somewhere outside, dry leaves moved over the porch again.

Sybil’s fingertips traced idly through the hair on my chest.

After a while she looked at the scarf.

“I didn’t think I’d like that.”

I turned my head toward her.

“The gag?”

“That. The wrists. Any of it.” She was quiet for another moment. “I thought giving up control would make me feel trapped.”

I stroked my hand slowly down her back.

“And?”

She rested her cheek against me.

“I knew you’d stop.”

There was nothing I could say that would improve that.

So I kissed her hair.

A few minutes later I got up long enough to bring her water and a warm washcloth. When I came back, she had pulled the blankets up over herself but left my side of the bed open.

I cleaned her gently, checking the faint pink marks at her wrists as I went.

Sybil caught me looking. “They don’t hurt.”

“I know.” I ran my thumb lightly over the faint mark before setting the washcloth aside. “I’m checking anyway.”