Page 22 of The Ties That Bind

“As much as I’d love to fuck you with my tongue until you were screaming my name, my cock is greedy asshole and he wants a turn.” I nuzzled against her inner thigh before sitting back on my haunches and stroking the greedy bastard in question.

She laughed, a sexy, throaty sound. “Then by all means, let’s definitely give him a turn.”

Any other time, I might have stretched this out—prolonged the moment even further—but I needed her, maybe more than I’d ever needed her before.

When I reached for my wallet to grab a condom, Arabella grabbed my hand. “Is it wrong that I want you bare?” she asked, uncertainty lacing her words

I felt a rising tide of panic churn low in my gut. I didn’t fuck anyone bare; I hadn’t, in fact, since I’d gotten Arabella pregnant.

She must have seen the alarm on my face, because she shook her head and muttered, “Never mind, forget I said anything.”

With my forearm braced next to her head and my body stretched out over her, our faces hovered scant inches apart. I searched her eyes, but I didn’t necessarily know what I was looking for. In the span of a few seconds, I was flooded with memories of all the times we’d been like this previously, all the ways I’d made love to her over the course of that one beautiful, heartbreaking year, all the times I’d come inside of her with no barrier between us.

“I’m clean,” I told her. “I haven’t had sex without a condom since you.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes flicking between mine, looking for the truth of my words.

I dropped a quick kiss to her lips and pulled back. “I couldn’t,” I admitted. “Not after …” I trailed off. I didn’t need to finish my sentence. We both knew what words would have followed.

“I’m clean too,” she supplied.

“So no condom them?” I asked, needing her to clarify that was what she truly wanted. I didn’t want her doing something she’d regret later.

She shook her head, putting and end to the discussion, and pulled my face down to meet hers. Our tongues tangling, she moaned low in the back of her throat. “Now get inside of me,” she murmured against my lips.

Yes, ma’am.

Taking my cock in hand, I ran the thick crown over her wet slit and she raised her hips to meet me. “Eager girl,” I laughed and inched forward until I’d breached her opening, the heat of her enveloping me.

Welcoming me home.

Holy fucking shit, she was tight.

I’d had a lot of sex in my life—some of it fantastic, some of it run of the mill, and yes, even some pretty bad lays—but it’d never felt as good as it did with Arabella.

Never.

“You’re perfect,” I said, sliding in another inch.

“Oh god,” she moaned as her head fell back, exposing the long column of her throat. “I’d forgotten how big you are.”

I snickered. “I don’t know how,” I answered, gliding in another two inches and stopping to savor the feel of her clenching around me. “My dick was just down your throat.”

“Yeah, but …” she moaned, unable to finish her thought as I pushed forward, driving forward and tilting my hips up to hit the spot she went nuts for. “Oh fuck, yes! Just like that.”

Her wish was my command as I pulled back and surged forward until there was nowhere else for me to go. “Fuck you feel good,” I growled as I pumped into her with slow and measured strokes.

When her breathing hitched and she scrunched her eyes closed—a sure sign she was nearing orgasm—I changed tempo, thrusting harder and faster in time to my own labored breaths.

“Look at me,” I commanded, needing to see her eyes as she came.

When they sprang open, they were glassy and filled with so much wonder I almost had to glance away. Almost, but not quite … because I was sure if I’d held a mirror up, I would have seen the same exact expression on my face.

With our eyes locked, I dropped my hand between us and zeroed in on her clit, stroking Arabella insistently as my thrusts grew more controlled and deliberate.

“Keep those eyes open,” I demanded when her lids started to droop, “and come for me.”

I pulled back, until only the head of my cock was still inside of her. Hovering there for a couple of seconds, I watched the pulse beat wildly in her neck and then, with a hard, driving thrust, I sank into her and fell forward. Spearing my hand into her hair, I wrapped a thick, ropey lock of it around my fist and pulled her face back so she’d have to look at me when we both came.

“Now. Come on my cock right now Arabella.”

“Oh fuck,” came her keening cry. “Holy fucking Christ!” she sobbed as her body broke out in goose pimples and she arched her back on a high pitched moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted while her channel clenched tightly around me and her orgasm rocked through her.

“Yes, just like that,” I groaned as I jerked violently and my whole body convulsed. “I fucking love fucking your tight little pussy,” I said from between gritted teeth, as on the next thrust I saw stars dance in front of my eyes.

With a roar I surged forward one last time and I emptied myself into her barren womb. Collapsing on top of her, I fought for breath while she ran her hands back and forth in long sweeps across the muscles of my back.

“Holy Christ, woman,” I said into the crook of her neck, “I could fuck you forever.”

Beneath me, Arabella flexed her hips, sending ripples of pleasure from my dick, up my spine, to the back of my neck. Twisting her fingers in the hairs at my nape, she chuckled and said, “You might regret saying that.”

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