Page 18 of Bound By Words

“I wasn’t sure…outside in the courtyard, you seemed uncomfortable when I touched your neck.”

I shook my head, leaning back to look at her face. “I was trying to show restraint. It wasn’t you touching me. I knew we needed to find somewhere more private before it went further, or I would’ve done something to scare you. You have no idea what your touch was doing to me, making me throb for you. Couldn’t you tell how hard you make me when I was between your legs?”

“Hmm,” she hummed as she slipped her hand up my neck and traced my bottom lip with the fingers of the other hand.

Playfully nipping at her fingertips, I hummed out a little growl and rolled her back, grasping her hands above her head, interlacing our fingers as I covered her body with mine. “You’re so unfuckingbelievably sensual. You have no idea how hot that is. Being in touch with what you want is a turn-on, but if you trust me to lead, I can make it feel so much better.”

She plunged her tongue into my mouth as our lips collided, hips pressed together, her feet sliding along the material of my dress pants. Panting, she turned her head to the side, leaning slightly to whisper in my ear. “I need you to fuck me, Nathan. Please, I want to feel you. I want your hard cock inside me. Your fingers weren’t enough.”

I groaned loudly at her desperate plea, releasing her hands, and leaning back, sitting on my knees as I unbuttoned my shirt. She leaned forward slightly, quickly making work of unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my trousers, and yanking down my zipper. I stilled her hands as I grasped the edge of my belt buckle, whipping it out of the pant loops in one practiced swoop. Her eyes widened as she laid back against the pillows, watching as I folded the leather strap in half, snapping it twice before I tossed it off the edge of the bed to the floor.

“That was cute. Very intimidating.” She raised an amused eyebrow as she watched me finish unbuttoning my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders, and reaching back to pull it off. Her eyes felt like a caress as she gazed at my naked torso, studying the weaving patterns of tattoos across my shoulders, down my pecs, around my ribcage, and along my forearm.

While my mother hadn’t been thrilled, the ability to create something unique that captured part of my personality kept me going back. On the flip side, the masochistic part of me enjoyed the physical thrill of being under the needle. It gave a rush that you couldn’t replicate any other way. All my artwork could easily be covered unless you saw me shirtless since I tended to wear long sleeves at work, so it was never an issue in my professional life either.

“Can I?” she asked, her fingers reaching toward me. I hated that I’d made her wary of touching me earlier—when I was trying to hold myself back—but the fact she was checking in with me meant that she respected my boundaries. That kind of consideration couldn’t be taught.

Grasping her hand, I tugged her forward, placing her palm on my chest as she rose to her knees. Soft fingers traced my skin as I looked down at her studying the marks on my body, her gentle touch igniting the need to claim deep inside of me. When she leaned down to kiss the skin over my heart, I cupped her jaw, lifting her face as I kissed her softly and then more aggressively as she flattened her breasts against my chest. The feel of her soft skin against mine was even more potent than I thought it would be.

Kelly shoved at the waistband of my pants as I held her in place, stealing her breath with my tongue. A groan built as she plunged her small hand into the waistband of my pants and grasped me firmly.

“Fuck,” I panted as I looked up toward the ceiling.

“That’s the idea,” she laughed as she pressed against the center of my chest and pushed lightly. “I want you to fuck me.”

Laughing at her candid demeanor and the subtle ways she was trying to get me to submit to her movements, I shook my head and stepped off the side of the bed, quickly removing my shoes and socks and pushing my pants to the floor. I pulled protection from the back pocket and then climbed back on the bed, throwing it toward the pillow as I grasped her neck and kissed her again, finally feeling her fully skin-to-skin. It’d been so long since a partner was in sync with me, asserting their wants. We dropped onto the pillows, and she climbed on top of me without hesitation.

“Is this okay?” she asked as she leaned forward and grasped the condom, tearing it open with her fingers.

“You can take whatever you want, sunshine.” I grinned as a wicked little smile pulled at her lips.

She braced herself with her palm on my chest, leaning forward to press her lips against my ear. “You might regret telling me that,” she growled my previous words, reaching between us to stroke my hard cock as she nipped at my bottom lip.

Maybe she was channeling her inner-Domme now that I’d given her the green light to touch me however she wanted. It made the Switch inside me desperate to have her tell me what to do. She’d be glorious with a whip. She was already impressive, sitting astride my hips with my aching cock captive in her hands.

“I doubt it,” I whispered against her lips in between possessive kisses. “Use me, gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you ride my cock.”

She quickly sheathed me, and I reached down with one hand to hold myself still as she lined up and lowered herself down.

“Goddamn,” I moaned as she seated herself completely, rocking slightly as she settled against my thighs. She was so fucking tight and wet. “This is fucking bliss. God, keep going. Just like that.”

“You like that, stud?” she whispered, planting her hands on the pillow on either side of my head. Forcing her hips to mine in a steady rhythm, she had me closing my eyes and panting as I grasped her waist—just trying to hold on.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned as she swiveled her hips and sped up, moaning against my lips as she used me to pleasure herself. It was fucking amazing watching her ride me how she wanted, without hesitation. She could go as long and as hard as she wanted. “Bounce on my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good. I want everyone on this floor to hear you coming on me. Fuck…”

“Oh, Nathan,” she groaned as she leaned back, arching her back, her chest thrust out as she placed a hand behind her on my thigh to brace herself. I grasped one of her tits as she roughly rocked herself against me, lightly pinching her nipple, slowly increasing the pressure as her moans got louder.

Her hips faltered momentarily, and I could tell she was getting close. Deciding to help her out a little, I leaned up from the bed, cradling the backs of her shoulders as I sat up and pulled her flush with my chest. “That’s it, sunshine, come for me,” I growled in her ear as she cried out, gasping and pulsing against me after a few more rough thrusts.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered in her ear as she came down, her fingers grasping the hair at the back of my head as she fought to catch her breath. “Get on your hands and knees.”

I ran my palm down the length of her back as she climbed off me, pausing to squeeze her ass as she pushed herself up onto all fours. Rising to my knees behind her, I lined up and pushed back inside, my eyes closing as I groaned when I felt how wet she was.

“Scream for me,” I moaned as I thrust into her, watching with rapt interest as her fingers grasped the pillowcase above her head. Her back arched as I pounded into her, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “Let everyone know how good it feels to have my cock making you come. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Fuck,” she whined as I felt her body tense, her head dropping to the pillow as she leaned further forward. “It feels so good. Oh God. Go deeper. I need it harder.”

I stretched myself over her back, kissing along her shoulders and her neck as I ground myself into her, reveling in her gasps and whimpers before I pulled back and gave her what she wanted.

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