Page 139 of Close Knit

He laughs. “Okay, so if you saystop,we’ll stop.”

“Good with me.”

With that, he begins. His hands move deftly, looping the yarn around my chest with surprising expertise, given how terrible his knitting skills usually are. Cameron’s touch is warm and firm, sending a ripple of shivers coursing down my spine.

“I like this,” I say as he ties the first knot, snugly but not restraining, on the base of my back.

“Spread these open for me, please.” He nudges my knees, and I do as he says. He flushes as he crosses the yarn over the top of my breast and uses his free hand to run along my core. “So wet already, Daph.”

I blush and glance down at his boxer briefs. “Seems like we’re both enjoying this.”

“I really am. Although I hope I’m doing it right.” He chuckles sardonically. “The aim is to create a box-like shape with the rope as I pull your arms back.”

Our laughter doesn’t feel awkward. It’s the kind of comfort I imagine you can only have after spending years with someone.

“I think you’re doing great,” I say. I’ll never be able to look at yarn again without thinking about this moment. Cameron’s forearms flex, a vein popping as he pulls my wrists back and gets behind me. He places kisses along my shoulder blades as he secures my arm back.

“There,” he says. I can almost sense the satisfied smile on his face. “Fuck, Daph, I am going to take such good care of you like this.”

My heart flutters at the promise. “What’s the next step in the instructions?”

His fingers pause momentarily as he glances at the pages in front of him. “It says to make sure the loops are snug but not too tight. How does it feel?”

“Good,” I assure him, my voice barely more than a whisper. Cameron’s fingers keep their steady pace, the loops of yarn growing steadily across my breasts as he licks, bites, and pulls on each of my hardened nipples. Each pass of his hands brings a wave of warmth, the sensation of the yarn against my skin a gentle reminder of the trust and connection between us.

Cameron evens out the yarn, his fingers tracing my body through the soft wool. Each touch is electric, the yarn soft and yielding beneath his fingers. His knuckles brush against me, a jolt of electricity that has me biting my lip to keep from gasping.

“Fucking perfect.” Once he’s done, he steps back, his gaze intense as it sweeps over me. “You okay?” he asks, his voice low and filled with desire.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible as my heart pounds against the confines of the yarn.

“Remember, say stop, and we’re done.”

“I don’t have any interest in stopping any time soon,” I say, smiling and thankful for the reminder.

“Good.”

He kisses me deeply, wrapping his hand around the base of my skull. I moan as he splits my lips with his tongue. I feel alive with him, like every nerve is on fire. The bind cinches against my wrists. I want to reach for him, touch him like I normally do, but I can’t.

He’s so far away, yet so close. The kiss breaks, and a devilish grin plays on his lips. I want him to map that smile across my body and pull me apart.

“Now, claim me.”

“Where do you want me to claim you?”

“Anywhere,” I manage to say. “I don’t want to think.”

“Could start at these pretty lips.” He takes his thumb and swipes it along my bottom lip. “Open up.” I oblige, and he swipes against the wetness on my tongue. “Though, if I’m filling up this pretty mouth, I won’t get to see you smile for me. And we can’t have that, can we?”

I whimper, straining against my bonds, craving any form of contact. “No.”

His breath is hot against my check. I need him. “Maybe I’ll skip taking my time and take you right here.” He presses two fingers against my entrance, making me gasp.“Or maybe…” Cameron grabs me and easily flips me onto my knees, my face collapsing into the mattress. He gently brushes the hair out of my face. “I’ll keep you here, bound and needing.” His fingers trace my cheekbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “All night.” The suggestion sends a thrill of panic through me. “No, I don’t have that kind of control even if I tried.”

“More,” I say the moment he pulls away.

“More what, Daphne?”

I stay quiet as my heart slams louder and louder into my chest, then whisper, “Just more. Of you. Of anything.”

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