Page 427 of The Christmas Wife

Edward

"A shooting star? No, there’s more than one," she gasps.

"It’s a meteorite shower."

"Should I make a wish? I definitely need to make a wish. " She squeezes her hands together while her gaze follows the blazing streaks of the stars in the night sky. Her lips move. She continues to watch the skies after the trails fade. "That was incredible." She sighs.

"What did you wish for?"

She shakes her head. "I can’t tell you."

"Of course, you can."

"If I do, it won’t come true." She turns and sees the skepticism on my features. "It’s true. What did you wish for?"

"I didn’t."

"You didn’t?"

"Everything I want is here in my arms." I pull her close.

"Then you won’t mind if I push this jacket off your shoulders?" I let her move it down my arms. She tosses it to theside, and it lands on a chair. Reaches for my tie, and I let her unknot it. When she pulls it off, I take it from her.

"I’m going to blindfold you."

"O-k-a-y?" I wrap it over her closed eyelids and secure it, then tug to make sure it’s not too tight, but also taut enough that she can’t peer through the gaps.

"This is unnerving," She laughs; the sound is nervous. A hint of anticipation, mixed with apprehension spools off of her body. I’m instantly hard. The blood in my veins begins to pump. I cup her breast, and she swallows. I tweak her nipple. She groans. And when I drag my fingers through her slit, she’s already creaming.

"Fuck, you’re so wet." I bring the moisture to my mouth and suck on my digits. My already excited cock stabs into the fabric of my pants.

"It’s not fair, I can’t see you."

"But you’re going to experience everything so much more intensely." I scoop her up in my arms. She gasps in surprise, then holds on. I stalk toward the bed and when I throw her down on it, she bounces once. Her hair ripples out behind her. Her ample breasts, the fold of her stomach, her plump thighs—all of it calls to me. But I cannot give in to her siren call. Not yet. I prowl toward the closet, step inside, and walk out with a few coils of silk rope.

I ease her up to sitting, then urge her to fold her knees so her feet are flat on the bed. I pull her thighs apart, then can’t stop myself from running my fingers up her exposed pussy. And when she groans, I curl my fingers around her swollen clit, before I suck her cum off my fingertips.

"Oh, god," she moans.

"God has nothing to do with this," I promise. I loop the rope around one thigh and tie it to her ankle. Then I repeat it with theother, before I position her wrist at her ankle and tie that, too, then repeat it at the other side.

"Do you want to use your safe word?" I look at her flushed features.

"No," she says without hesitation.

"Good girl."

Her breathing instantly grows choppy. Her chest rises and falls. She flexes her thighs, trying to squeeze them together and I click my tongue. "You’re not allowed to alleviate your needs, remember?"

"That’s a stupid condition."

"It’s to help you orgasm harder."

"Yeah, yeah, that’s what you keep saying. This mythical orgasm seems like something out of a fairytale."

"Only the dark smutty ones."

She gapes. "How do you know about them?"

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