Page 20 of In a Bind

My fingers clutched at his arms. I knew my nails dug into his flesh, but I couldn't stop myself.

"I can't get deep enough," he grunted. He was still jammed hard inside of me as he reached back and untied my ankles. I moved to wrap my legs around him, but he shook his head. He lifted my legs up so that my knees were hooked over his shoulders. Then he ground into me.

He stared down at me and pulsed hard and fast, barely giving me time to breathe. With one long, deep stroke, his eyes closed and he groaned as he came.

I lifted up my hand and waved it as if I was holding a flag.

He sat still tucked deep inside of me, my legs draped over his shoulders. "Is that the white flag of surrender?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. It’s my victory flag because I think I just won. That was a perfectly perfect fuck."

He laughed. "Perfectly perfect. Not sure if I can ever top it then."

I reached up and ran my fingers along his chin. "You can't and I'm going to be comparing every other subsequent fuck to this one. So I guess you just set a high bar for my sex life."

"You think? I'm thinking I can lift it even higher. But you've got to give me a little time to recharge."

He kissed the inside of my knee and then gazed down at me. We'd been joking with each other, but in that moment, something changed in his expression. There was a seriousness, a quality that struck me at my core. Or maybe it was my imagination.

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