She gasped when the pad of his thumb swirled around her pucker, pressing in, slipping past the tight ring. She scrunched her rear up into the air wanting more. Her breath drew ragged against the pillows. Thoughts tumbled in her mind of her fantasies, then rambled to how he knew exactly what she wanted.
“I want to see you. I want to see your face as I make you come.”
It seemed as if he took forever to take the vibrator out, letting its circular motions spiral out of her.
His arm reached over to undo the restraints at her wrists and she felt the heaviness of his erection thump her thigh. She loved him. Every lickable, suckable inch of hardness. The second wrist came undone and she slithered under him, tantalizing his cock with her
wet cleft, stroking him between her juiced lips. She wanted him to lose it, to come all over her back in big spurts.
He pulled away and chuckled, the tear of the Velcro signaling her release. It didn’t make her as free as she thought. In a way, she wanted to have them back on.
“Can you put them back on?”
“Not tonight. I want you to love them, not fear them. I want them to tantalize you.”
Kathy turned over onto her back and looked at him, the cover sticking to her damp skin. She still thought he was the best looking guy she’d ever seen, and he loved her so much. He’d proven that with actions. “Dean, thank you.”
“What else do you want?”
“No, I mean thank you for fighting for us. For loving me that much.” She watched his features soften from stark desire to burning passion.
“You never said that before.”
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