Page 21 of Reining Her In

I’m all in. For a moment, it’s all hands groping and pulling. Snaps and zippers and buttons. Some of them don’t give quickly enough and the sound of fabric tearing cuts through the room. I don’t care, I’ll buy her anything she wants – I just need her naked, right now. Yesterday, if I could.

“Wait.” I’m panting, but I freeze. “Not here.” I don’t want her first time to be like this, rushed in a dining room. She’s my princess. Royalty.

She doesn’t belong here, among the pots and pans, laying on an uncomfortable table or floor. I need to make her feel safe and loved.

Honored.

I want to fuck her with my heart as much as my cock.

Then, I hate myself and my physical limitations. I want to reach down and scoop her up and carry her up the stairs, but I can’t. She must read it in my face or read my mind or something, because without missing a beat, her hands are on my cheeks, pulling my ear to her lips, whispering.

“I’ve always dreamed someone would hold my hand and walk me up the stairs to a waiting bedroom. Leading me.” Her words drip like molten lust into my ear. She’s sweet and seductive and I’m making her mine today.

My pants are unzipped, but I’m still clothed from the waist down. She’s naked and I’ve never seen anything more stunning...

I trace the fingertips of one hand down her arm until they twine with hers, my eyes drifting down to see the magnificence of her form. I must be in a dream; there has been nothing in my dreams nor waking hours that could compare to the breathtaking sight before me.

“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble, my mouth watering at the sight of each inch of her soft, lush body. I want to taste her, trace my fingertips over each part of her, explore her wilderness and spend hours at the altar between her legs. She’s hairless and her outer lips glisten in a way that sends my mind spinning.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” She takes her other hand from my back, and I feel the loss so keenly I almost cry out, but she brings it around to crook her tiny fingers around mine, so both our hands are linked, as if we’re suddenly one, together. She places my palm full and secure on the weight of her breast, and I have to close my eyes for a moment just to clear my head. It throbs with electricity every time my cock sends out a Morse-code SOS.

“I’m going to give you everything you deserve, Constance. My purpose in life is to give you pleasure. I want that more than my own breath. To see your face when you cum.”

I roll the hardened peak of her nipple between two fingers, watching the reaction in her face. Her lips fall apart and she looks down to watch my hand worship her flesh. She’s taking these tiny, puffing breaths as I gently pinch and squeeze.

“You’re going to make me cum with those little sounds you’re making. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life. Never smelled anything more intoxicating. Never seen anything that would rival how you look right now.”

She raises her eyes, looking sleepy, but I know it’s something else.

“Hold my hands,” she puffs out.

With great disappointment, I lower my hand from her tit, clutch at hers and lead her out of the dining room.

Her body moves and sways as she walks. Half my brain is still concentrating on my weak leg, but in truth, I feel like I have a third ready to serve if necessary. My cock is hard as a marble pillar, weeping into its fabric confines as I let her go ahead of me up the steps. The sight of her ass hitching and balancing as she climbs makes me want to leave bite marks there.

She’s so beautiful, so young and perfect. When we get to the bedroom door I stop.

“What?” Her face turns crimson.

“I should be able to carry you. I want to be able to carry you through the doorway.” I take my free hand and touch her cheek. “You’re so young. So beautiful. I’m so much older and broken. Are you sure?”

I want her more than I’ve wanted anything, but it’s hard to believe she would want me. Like this.

“If you don’t get me on that bed in the next ten seconds, I swear...” Her smile breaks my momentary melancholy. How did I get so damn lucky?

“Okay, just remember you asked for it. I haven’t been hard for anyone is so long. My cock may never want to leave once I’m inside of you.”

I lead us forward through the door, but she turns around to walk backward, teasing me. The minx has skills, I’ll give her that.

“That’s a big bed.” She darts her eyes to the massive king-size poster bed that centers the master bedroom. “Just you here? All the time?” A hint of doubt enters her voice and I squash it right away.

“It came with the house. I’ve never had anyone in my room before you, Constance. Never wanted to. This house hasn’t felt like a home until now, to be honest. Watching you eat downstairs, seeing you sitting there in the dining room. Following you up the steps. It felt like a completely new house. A home. Just because you’re here.” The last few words stall in my throat and I have to force them out. It’s the lonely truth, and now that she’s here I can’t imagine her leaving.

Her eyes flutter, her tongue licking her bottom lip in that way that speaks to the carnal beast in me. Is it so wrong I want her to be so innocent, just so that I can ruin her? Make her filthy for only me?

She considers my words for a long moment, then her cheeks plump and her Athena-like face creases with a sultry grin. When she speaks, she tugs her lips to the side. “I thought I would be so nervous, but I’m not. Maybe we were meant to be, Mr. Sawyer. The famous Reed Sawyer.” She sashays back toward me, her hands going to the waist band of my jeans, greedy for me, and I’ve never felt so happy in my life.

“Are you wet?” The words tumble out of me, I’ve never imagined speaking to a woman the way she makes me want to speak to her. All my reserved manners fly out the window. I want her needy and spread wide, showing me what will always and only be mine. Smiling and offering herself to me. My own personal sex toy, my sweet slut. I never thought of that before either and those words I would have thought before to be disrespectful or negative are now beautiful.

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