Page 85 of Relinquish

“Yes, Stella. Everything is good. It’s been good.” I turn to Lola. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” She nods and blinks back tears. “I can do this.”

I put my finger under her chin. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She smiles. “I’m positive.”

“Thank God.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Are you feeling neglected?”

“No, you’ve been.” I wave at Stella, ignore my son’s adorable face, and rush Lola out the door.

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Lola

As he secures the last restraint to the bedpost, I wiggle my fingers.

“Is anything too tight?”

“No.” Every inch of my body is on fire. It’s been months since we explored the steamy side of intimacy, and I’m about to jump out of my skin.

His fingers trail down my arm, causing goosebumps to pop on my flesh. “What’s the safe word?”

“Relinquish.” Using control as the safe word no longer fits our relationship. We’ve long since relinquished control. We’re partners and soulmates–in the bedroom or wherever we are.

“That’s it, baby.” He slides off the bed and stands at the edge of the mattress. He’s fully clothed in jeans and a T-shirt while I’m completely exposed to him. “Are you ready to be destroyed?”

“Yes, please.” I wiggle against the mattress, but he doesn’t move. His eyes trail up and down my body as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

Shit. I’ve got stretch marks and an extra ten pounds of fat on my stomach. What if he no longer finds me attractive? Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I tug on the restraints even though I know they won’t budge. The desire to hide is intense. We’ve had sex since the baby, but it’s been in the dark or quick. This is going to be anything but.

“Beautiful.” He looks into my eyes. “You’re beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. You’re an amazing mother with a body meant to be feasted on.” My shoulders relax as his words ease some of the tension. Not all of it, but enough.

He crawls onto the mattress between my legs and strokes my thighs. “Every inch of you is perfection.” He lays down and licks along the sensitive flesh on the interior of my thighs. My entire body quivers at his touch–it’s light, with barely enough pressure for me to feel him. I want more. I want it all. But I know he’s going to take his time–dragging out every shudder from my body before he lets me crash on the other side.

With each flick of his tongue, he inches closer to my core. I raise my pelvis toward his face, but he dodges my advances. “Such a sweet pussy.” His hot breath fans over me, sending a shockwave straight to my toes. My breasts ache, but there’s no relief in sight. “Do you want me to taste you?”

“Please,” I mew and push my ass into the mattress. I want to press my thighs together to relieve the ache, but with my ankles restrained, I can’t even do that.

“Poor baby, how bad do you want to come?”

“So bad,” I groan and close my eyes. My chest heaves as I suck in gulps of air.

He swipes his finger over my clit in a circular motion and leans back. I snap my eyes open and stare at him in anger.

“What’s wrong?”

What I wouldn’t give to smack that cocky ass grin off his smug face. He laughs and settles his mouth over my clit. Fuck, yes. I sink into the mattress as some of my frustration seeps from my body.

Each twirl of his tongue against my throbbing flesh is heaven. A heaven I don’t want to ever leave. I love him more today than I did a year ago. Watching him hover over our son is priceless. I can’t wait to have a girl and watch his head spin. He deserves it after all this delicious torture.

Slowly, he eases a finger along my slit and dives inside. “Ye-e-e-es.” God, that feels so good.

“I’ve missed this, baby. I’ve missed this so much,” he growls. The sound of desperation in his voice is nearly my undoing. He works in and out of my center as my pussy sucks at his digits.

“God, yes.” I close my eyes and descend into the sensations. My mind floats as he draws me closer to orgasm and then stops his movements. “Damn you.” Son of a bitch. Of course, he stops.

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