Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(124)
I RESTED MY head on the couch and rocked her hips back and forth, needing to get deeper inside her while she rode me.
Her silk blouse was hanging back onto her shoulders like a birthday present ripped open in unrestrained haste. Her arms were gloriously bound together in my red rope, giving me the gift of her unconditional surrender wrapped neatly with a red bow. I slid my hand down the column of her throat, feeling her quake under my touch.
Her pleasure was mine for the taking, mine to dictate and master. I may have pulled her on top of me, letting her assume some measure of control, but this was my show. I rolled my hips up into her with extra vigor, watching each fine nuance of her heightening enjoyment twist her expressions.
She was my fantasy and my dream; my end and my beginning.
I pulled her mouth back to mine, my head spinning each time she raised her hips. Her fast lifts mixed with my slow grinds, driving me out of my mind. She gave me exactly what I needed without me having to ask. I wanted to disappear inside her and never surface.
I’d never been…
Never felt…
Fuck. Spots were forming in my eyes.
This had to be a glimpse at Heaven because there was no other explanation for it. Partial words and guttural noises escaped with each of my breaths, making absolutely no sense but somehow she was right there with me, answering me right back.
I held on, feeling my internal damage healing every time she looked into my eyes, every time her wet mouth rested on mine, through every breath we shared. I’d been guarded, but she was stripping me. I could only hope I was stripping her just as bare, that my perseverance would eliminate her reservations.
We may not have known each other very long, but I knew with absolute certainty that we just fit. Physically. Emotionally. It was beyond want. I needed her.
I slid down and spread her thighs farther apart, needing to keep these incredible sensations sustained. Being inside her like this, f*cking her skin on skin, was so much better. Each glide magnified, each internal squeeze and flutter better than the last. I pressed my thumb down on her clit, needing her to come before I did. I could tell she was getting tired and I was getting close; just watching my cock sliding in and out of her was making my balls tighten.
I took her with short, fast strokes, keeping my cock buried as deep as I could go, watching her hair fall over her beautiful face as the orgasm took her breath away. I f*cked her with everything I had, slamming up in her with the singular focus to take her to places she’d never been before, prove some point to both of us that she didn’t need to run or worry or fear opening herself up to me. She could relinquish control to me and trust I’d always do right by her.
Always, baby. Always.
Watching Erin unravel was my undoing but I needed to feel every flutter, every internal convulsion to make sure her orgasm was complete before letting go myself. I pulled out just in time, catching most of it between my fingers as I finished stroking off.
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of my cheek while Erin rested her face on mine, steaming up my neck. I tugged her hair, putting her mouth back on mine where it belonged.
But as much as I wanted to just hold her, come down from this incredible ride by kissing her, my right hand and stomach were coated. I needed to clean us up before I made more of a mess.
Worry that she’d been bound too long and might become injured in some way was adding to my restlessness. I kissed her once for good measure and patted her ass, letting her know without saying the words how I was feeling.
“Need you to get up, Doc. Easy. Go slow.”
I helped her off of me without touching her with my sticky hand, hating the frown that marred her post-coital bliss. I kissed her forehead, appreciating her. “Let me clean up quick.” I checked her arms, her wrists and fingers, and then her eyes for any signs of distress. Meeting her physical and emotional needs also made me completely responsible for her care. Rope play was not something to take lightly, and I was already f*cking up her aftercare by not being prepared with a towel. I urged her to sit down, holding her steady. “Are you okay like that?”
Erin rolled her shoulders. Strands of hair hung across her face, masking me out. “Yeah.”
I hurried, yanking my boxers up along the way. Untying her was top priority, right after I washed my hand off.
I sat behind her, untying my knots carefully, murmuring soft words of encouragement. As soon as I had her undone, I rubbed over every place my rope had touched her skin. I was gentle but could feel the distance growing between us when she pulled away. I knew she needed time to process our first rope bondage encounter but I couldn’t let her slip too far. It was scaring me.
As soon as she stood to retrieve her discarded skirt, I knew I had to act fast. I tugged the black fabric out of her fingers and snagged the fleece blanket off the back of the couch. She was in my arms within the next breath. I bundled her up and urged her to relax with me, locking her between my body and the back of the couch.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. Please don’t withdraw on me.”
A small giggle followed, but her smile was measured and forced and didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I won’t.”
She was far from convincing. Every muscle in my body started preparing for the worst, fighting against the desire to collapse after an amazing session of f*cking the shit out of her. But bondage came with rules, ones that I needed to see to immediately, especially since she was coming back into her own headspace. I played with her fingers, needing to keep the connection.