Page 46 of Bound By Words

“Stay with me, sunshine. I’ve got you.”

Nathan held me still as he rocked up from the couch, pressing inside me. I moaned into his mouth, pushing down and taking him fully. That intensely full feeling made my body quake as I rocked against him, his firm grip on my hips urging me into an almost frantic pace that had me teetering on the edge before I knew it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Nathan groaned against my lips as I leaned my forehead against his, panting into his mouth as I began swiveling my hips. “I forgot how good you felt.”

“Isn’t that my line?” I whimpered as I ground against him, feeling my orgasm building as he pushed up into me with firm thrusts, making stars dance behind my eyelids every time they slipped closed from the pleasure.

“Look at me,” he groaned as his fingertips bit into the flesh of my hips, pulling me onto him with rough strokes. “I want to see your eyes when you come all over my cock.”

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as my back arched.

“That’s right. Use me to make yourself come,” he whispered as his thumb pressed against my clit, a loud moan tearing out of me as I felt myself start to fall over the edge.

My heart was practically beating out of my chest as I ground against his lap, impaling myself on him repeatedly until the pressure became too intense to bear. I recalled being with him was intense, but as his dark eyes stared up at me, I hadn’t remembered it being quite like this. I wasn’t this desperate, this forward, or this wanton before. I didn’t do this. I didn’t have one-night stands or fuck my brother’s friends or sleep with men I hadn’t seen in months. Being with Nathan made me want him, and I was powerless to stop it.

“Eyes on mine,” he snapped with a growl as they started to close, the pleasure making it too hard to keep them open. “Focus, sunshine, look at me while I make you come.”

His pelvis thrust up from the couch, pushing into me over and over as he held my hips tightly in place. I couldn’t help the loud moans that tore out of me as I felt myself finally fall, clenching against him.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned as he manipulated my body. Nathan pulled me into each of his rough thrusts as my fingernails dug into the soft flannel covering his shoulders while I came hard, my climaxes stretching into one after the other as his punishing pace didn’t slow. “Keep coming on my cock,” he growled as he pulled me forward, sucking on my lower lip roughly as he thrust twice and then groaned into my mouth, pulsing between my legs.

“Holy shit,” I giggled as I collapsed, laying my head on his shoulder. My lips rested against his sweaty neck as his arms tightened around me.

“Damn, girl,” he laughed as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to my temple, his hands creeping down until they were tucked against my skin underneath my sweater. “That wasn’t even on my radar when you asked me to come to dinner.”

We were both half-dressed, sweaty messes as we clung to each other, but I didn’t feel ashamed about having sex with him again. Some part of me felt like I should, knowing I’d just used him to get off, but he’d been right there with me. Fucking the hell out of me even though I was the one on top. I hadn’t lied when I told him that I wanted him. He’d been in my thoughts constantly since February.

“You alright?” he whispered into my hair a few minutes later, his fingers slowly trailing down my back.

“I think so,” I responded quietly, kissing his neck. “That was intense.”

He laughed, pulling me tighter to his chest. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, sunshine. That was only a little taste.”

My heart leaped as he tucked his face into my hair, thinking about how he’d said that before. I knew I’d only seen glimpses of this whole other side to him, but I wanted more. We hadn’t had the time before, so I hadn’t asked, but we would be here for the next several weeks. Maybe it was time to push past some boundaries and try what he wanted to do to me.

“Tell me what you want to do to me?” I whispered against his neck.

He was quiet for a moment, his hands still on my back. I thought maybe he’d try to brush me off again, but he didn’t.

“I wish we were in Boston. I’d show you my playroom. There are all kinds of fun things we could play with there. You’d look so good tied to my bed. I have this blue rope that’d look fucking amazing against your skin. I can imagine it looping around you, revealing glimpses of that curvy body.”

“What would you do to me while I was tied up?” My pulse hammered as his fingers started up their teasing patterns on my lower back again, his once spent cock starting to awaken inside of me.

“Depends on how well you listen to me, sunshine. If you were a good girl, I’d let you suck my cock while I knelt above you, watching your eyes water as you took all of me down your throat until I took pity on you and fucked that tight pussy. Then I’d free you, and we could cuddle until we were ready to go again.”

I clenched, causing him to groan against my ear as I listened to his filthy words, imagining the scene he’d described in vivid detail in my imagination.

“If you were a bad girl, I’d spank you with my hand until you were dripping, teasing you with my fingers and my tongue, watching you squirm against the ropes until they left impressions on your skin. I’d keep you on edge for hours, making you frantic to come but not letting you. Not until you were begging me to fuck you. Sobbing for me to plunge my cock into you.” He punctuated his words with a flex of his hips, and I moaned against his neck as I rocked in his lap. It seemed telling me about his fantasies had gotten him worked up, and I had to admit, it’d done the same to me.

“What else?” I asked, breathless, as I moved languidly against him, enjoying the low groan in my ear as he pushed into the undulations of my hips.

“Then I’d blindfold you and bend you over my leather spanking bench, tying your hands to the legs while I teased you with a vibrator, making you come again and again while you counted out your orgasms, one by one, until you were so wet it’d be dripping down your thighs.”

His hands cupped my back, pulling me forward as I swiveled my hips, moaning as he hit places inside me that made me clench with anticipation. I’d never been so turned on by someone’s words before.

“Anything else?” I moaned as I nipped at his earlobe, earning a low, strangled groan as he thrust his hips in time with mine.

“Then I’d cuff you to my cross and spank you again with a paddle until your ass cheeks were red and you begged me to take you hard and fast. I’d fuck you until you screamed my name, desperate for me to let you come again.”

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