“I love watching you get wet. I think next time I’m going to have you use the toys on yourself.”
Mia licked her dry lips. “What are you going to be doing?”
He licked a path up her stomach, between her breasts, and along her neck. If she hadn’t been bound, she wasn’t sure she would have allowed him to do that. Something about being stuck in this position gave her permission to let go, to let him do whatever he wanted, and to enjoy everything.
“Watching.” He closed his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue inside. At the same time, he lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust hard. She gasped, even as she reveled in the way he filled her.
He swiveled his hips and ground against her clit, and the gasp turned into a moan. He thrust and pounded. She writhed, her legs spread as wide as they would go and held there by his weight. She struggled against the rope, wanting desperately to hang on to something, mostly Kaelen. But this position stripped her of all choices. Not only did she have permission to let go, she had no choice.
An orgasm spiked through her system. She screamed, and her vaginal muscles clamped tight. His rhythm faltered. He thrust slower and breathed harder. She thought he might come, but he seemed to have been pacing himself, not giving her a moment’s respite.
In no time, he resumed using faster, shorter thrusts. Though the pulsing of her climax had yet to fade away, she didn’t think she had it in her to come again. Every part of her body trembled. She felt boneless, unable to move. The ropes no longer mattered.
Her pussy burned with heated juices, and he fed the inferno with every inch of his sweet friction. His body slapped into hers, over and over, forcing her higher up that cliff. She wanted to speak, to moan, to beg, but she had lost control of her voice. Behind the blindfold, her eyes were open so wide they ached, but she couldn’t close them. Stars burst in the darkness, and she recognized the sound of her screams.
This time Kaelen joined her. He thrust once more and collapsed on top of her useless body. She felt cherished and safe. As consciousness faded, she finally admitted something important to herself.
A little while later, she woke to find herself untied. The blindfold lay on the table next to the bed, and the pale pinks and purples of dusk streaked the little bit of the sky she could see through the gap in the curtain.
Kaelen lay next to her, holding her close with one arm banded across her midsection. “Welcome back.”
He chuckled and planted a kiss on her neck. “You passed out an hour ago.”
She had nothing to say to that. Four orgasms had the power to do that to a woman.
“I’m glad you’re awake. I’m hungry.”
“Hungry?” She planned to ask him where he wanted to go for dinner, but he slid under the sheet and pushed her legs apart.
The sore muscles of her inner thighs protested, but she ignored them. Given enough time, she would get used to being as physical as he wanted to be. She pulled the sheet away so she could see him this time.
He parted her with his thumbs and licked with long, slow laps of his tongue. She trembled and gripped the pillow under her head, crying out when he added two fingers. He thrust them against her sweet spot and sucked her clit to the same rhythm. His moans of pleasure vibrated against her pussy, and she came, the soft waves breaking gently over her body.
Kaelen slid off the end of the bed and stood, his cock hard and ready. He dug in his suitcase for more condoms. “It’s a good thing I took these. I hoped to convince you that, at the very least, we needed to use these up.”
Mia giggled, a gleeful sound she hadn’t heard herself make in far too long. Yet she'd already done it twice in his presence. His answering smile and the smoldering look in his eyes reminded her of something she neglected.
“I love you, Kaelen.”
He sheathed his cock and settled between her legs, his weight resting on his hands as he hovered over her body. His cockhead waited at her entrance. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”
“The long haul.” With that, he eased home.
She smiled up at him. “Take as long as you want.”
Mia sat on the top of her suitcase and urged the zipper along its path. It squealed in protest and moved less than a quarter inch. The doorbell to her small apartment buzzed, so she gave up for the moment and ran to answer it. She'd spent the past semester toying with the idea of giving Kaelen a key.
Their relationship had progressed fairly quickly. The first week back had been a little awkward because they had decided to keep things quiet until the end of the semester. She had tried not to look at him more than usual, and he’d seemed extra restless as he sat in class. Then finals had redirected their energies for a short time. By the time the next semester began, they'd reached the point where they automatically assumed they had plans together unless they had to work.