Page 110 of Insta Bride

“You think this can stop me from grabbing your ass?” He laughed, showing how easily he could get free.

“No, but if you do anything that ends up with your wrists or legs free, then it all stops and I’ll be going to bed with three layers of clothes.”

“Babe, my balls are changing color again, I’m in desperate need of mouth to mouth.”

I shut him up.

I loved being eaten out by Kye, but I’d never straddled his face, before now. I’d never climbed up his body, clenched his face between my thighs and fucked his tongue.

Oh, my.

There were no strong hands to guide my hips, and I had to hold my own weight.

If I wanted to brush his stubble along my clit, I did.

When I wanted him to suck me, I wriggled my hips until we both found my sweet spot.

“You taste like fucking honey,” he groaned when I leaned forward. “Thought this was supposed to be a punishment, not a reward.”

I had no words, not even moans, I was caught in a dream sequence of being loved by the man I loved. A man who didn’t care about his own needs, when he wanted mine.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I warned, before starting to buck against his face. I lost control, drenching him, feeling him suck the very last drop of my orgasm. Only after I came back to earth did I realize he’d released his wrists, holding me and supporting me in place.

I slid down his body, until his cock throbbed between my thighs. He’d wiped some of my juices from his mouth before cupping my face. “Elena, you can punish me all you want for breaking free. But I’ll always put your needs over mine. You wanted to lose control. I wanted you to lose control. I wanted to keep you safe—”

“Kye, just—”

I kissed him. Yes, I understood. He’d wanted to keep me safe and balanced so I could let go.

When we made love, it was loving and giving. Kye held me and whispered almost all the words I’d wanted to hear.

“Why do you hold me?” I asked after he’d given me my second orgasm before we came together.

“Do you want me to leave? I can get you a cloth or something?”

“No, I just thought you’d be the kind of guy to need personal space immediately after—”

He silenced me with the sort of kiss that could make me forget my own name. Long and deep. As if we had all the time in the world. When we pulled apart, he pressed me closer to his side.

“I heard the question,” he said, “I just don’t know how to answer it.”

“Honestly would be nice.”

“Okay, you’re right. Normally, I was the guy who finished the job, counted down three minutes and then got out of bed.”

“Nice, smooth.”

“It got worse,” he said, kissing my nose. “I had a system for how many minutes to stay before leaving.”

“The bed?”

“No, her life.” Kye held me tighter with one arm, the other drawing figure eights around my leg. “I told you, I didn’t do relationships. I said in my interview I was a bad boy.”

“So, it must have been difficult not being able to leave the island.”

“It was an adjustment because I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to be a boyfriend, because I’d never wanted to be one, before.”

“The morning coffee was a nice touch.”

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