“You’re soaking my jeans.”
She could hear the smile in his voice, but her pussy clenched at the image.
He lifted himself slightly and she heard the rasp of his zipper. Then the head of his warm hard cock slipped into her, teasing, a mere two inches, just enough to make her mind spin with want.
She moved to push herself back on him, but his hand grabbed her hips hard, almost bruising them. “No. My turn.”
“I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you.”
“More.”
Suddenly he slammed fully into her, making her breath leave in a great whoosh. But before she could savor the feeling, he'd pulled all the way back out, leaving her vacant.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes.” Sweat gathered on her forehead, itching as it trickled onto her face. Is this what she wanted all those times when she needed more?
He pressed her hips into the coverlet, causing the beads to grind into her skin. “Move to the center of the bed, but stay on your stomach. I'm going to tie you now.”
Her muscles tightened at the order. She could come right now, just at the image of what he wanted her to do. This scene was one of her favorites from the books, but she had always been too afraid.
Envisioning those straps holding her down…in fantasy she wanted it. It had power when it became real. They were married, but she’d never given her whole self. That’s what the straps meant to her. To give herself over to him completely.
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