Page 19 of Bound By Words

“Come for me again,” I commanded as I reached beneath her and found where we were joined, circling as her moans increased while I fucked her hard. “Milk me with that pussy.”

She bit down on the pillowcase, her moans muffled against the cotton, her body shuddering in my arms.

“That’s a good girl, fuck… Yes,” I moaned as I snapped my hips forward harder, her moans increasing in volume as I fucked her roughly through her orgasm, chasing my own.

“Please,” she whimpered as she pressed back into my movements, and I groaned before I lightly nipped the back of her shoulder, pulsing into her.

Blowing out a breath, I pulled out and collapsed on the pillow at her side, gathering Kelly tightly against my chest and pushing the loose hairs back from her forehead with my fingertip. She was stunning. As I looked at her, dread suddenly formed in my stomach at the thought of leaving her after this.

I wanted to keep seeing her, but I needed to go back to Boston, and she needed to return to Chicago. Her life was there, and mine was back home, with all the responsibilities and commitments I desperately wanted to throw away to spend more time wrapped up in her.

“Breathe for me,” I whispered into her forehead as I kissed it lightly, tracing my fingers over the nape of her neck and down her back, nestling her into my chest as tightly as possible.

“I can’t feel my lips,” she giggled against my chest—voice slightly strained—her fingers tracing my collarbone. “I think you fucked me numb.”

My inner voice roared with her appraisal, but I needed to ensure she was alright with what’d transpired. We hadn’t done anything too far past vanilla, but it was intense, and now that I knew she’d never been restrained before, I wanted to make sure I hadn’t pushed her too far.

From how she’d responded, I suspected she liked it all—the dirty talk included. While it was a far cry from an actual scene, I didn’t want her to regret what had happened between us once the endorphins wore off. I’d gone slow for her benefit, but I had a feeling she’d beg for more if she knew I was holding back.

“How do you feel?” I asked, my fingers softly tracing the skin of her back. Her fingers toyed with my hair as she laid her cheek against my chest, her legs entangled with mine.

“I feel like I don’t want to go home.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I whispered back as I tightened my arm around her waist, desperately wishing I had a way to keep her. The feeling of my hand slowly caressing her back was just as calming for me as it likely was for her. She was so warm, soft, and pliant in my arms. “My ticket is for Sunday night.”

She looked up at me, her eyes soft, expression open. “I’m supposed to drive home Monday.”

“Hmm…so we’ve got time.”

“I want to do that again,” she smiled as she leaned forward to kiss my chest. “And then maybe again, just to ensure we cover everything you promised to do to me.”

Chuckling against her hair, I flattened my palm against her back, slowly tracing it down until I could grasp that ass of hers and pull her hips flush with mine. “You can cover me with whatever you want. My body is yours to claim.”

“Oh really?” she giggled as she pressed herself against me as tightly as she could. “We’ll have to see what room service can deliver this late.”

“I could use a second helping of something,” I whispered as I leaned down and nipped at her ear, pulling her up my body. My hand pressed between her legs, and I dipped a finger into her from behind, feeling myself awaken as her hand grasped my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin. She was still so wet, so ready for me. “You have no idea how fucking good you taste on my tongue.”

I still couldn’t see a way to have more than just this weekend with her, but I would make the most of the time we had left. As she squirmed against my chest, her body so responsive to my touch, I knew I had to have her as many times as possible before this was over. It wouldn’t be enough to get her out of my system, but it was all we had.

“Get the fuck up here and sit on my face.”

She giggled as I dragged her up my body, caressing her thighs as she looked down at me nervously. There was something about her that had me addicted already, and I knew she could easily destroy my life with more of those smiles.

KELLY

Chicago

Glancing down at my phone, I pulled open my text messages, as I often found myself doing, scrolling through the last text from Nathan, hating that our relationship seemed to start and end the same weekend. It’d been almost two months since we’d spoken, but he still lingered in my thoughts.

Nathan: I hope your drive tomorrow goes well. My flight just got in. Please take care of yourself. x

Instead of responding, I’d cried myself to sleep that night, all alone in my hotel bed, wishing I was somewhere else, with someone else. I was dreading the loneliness settling in, and I regretted that I had ghosted him as he’d initially done to me after we met, but we both knew it’d never work. Our lives were too different, and they were a thousand miles apart. He hadn’t texted me since then, either, but I couldn’t imagine him giving me a second thought.

I should be socializing and enjoying the night out with my colleagues, but I couldn’t muster my normal enthusiasm with my two best friends missing. My boss Tom and his wife Charley were probably already asleep, exhausted as the end of her pregnancy neared.

I’d been forced into an after-hours department dinner after the successful launch of the web infrastructure of a huge client. When several of my co-workers moved to the bar down the street, I’d tried to beg off, but they’d guilt-tripped me into coming.

So far, they’d been grinding on random men on the small dance floor at the back of the bar while I’d been alternating between scrolling through my email and watching grown professionals behave badly.

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