Her hard clit is so tempting. So beautiful.
I could easily pour hot wax onto it. And she’ll let me. She trusts me.
I groan again. “I thought about binding you, but I decided against it, and I’m glad. You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are now, bound only by my command.” I drip wax on her abdomen, close to her mound.
She shivers as the wax cools and hardens.
No clit. I can’t take the chance that her sensitive flesh will burn.
I move down to her thighs, dripping the wax into long rivers over her flesh. I spread her legs. “You’re glistening, Skye. So wet. Fuck.”
I blow out the candle.
She sucks in a breath.
I disrobe quickly, and within seconds I’m hovering over her, ready to plunge inside.
“I love you, Skye. I fucking love you so much.” I thrust into her.
The wax shapes bend slightly with each of my thrusts, and her nipples react to the friction. She meets my gaze.
“I love you, too, Braden. So much.”
I lift my eyebrows slightly at her disobedience. I haven’t told her she can speak.
Should I punish her?
But I’m inside her, her tight walls sucking me in, completingme.
I close my eyes, squeezing them shut as I continue to fuck her hard and fast.
And with each thrust, she lifts her hips.
Part of me longs for her touch, for her to grab my ass and pull me farther into her.
In Kansas, at the hotel… Pure sex. Vanilla sex.
We’ll do that again.
But not today.
Her walls clamp around me, and her climax is inevitable. I dive into her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her…
And when she comes, she undulates into me, takes my body into hers with more passion than ever before.
She moans and cries out, shuddering beneath me as her pussy explodes around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as I release into her.
I soar to the clouds with each contraction of my cock that flows through my body like wildfire.
And I know.
I know, despite that I thought I was protecting her, that I would never have been able to stay away from her.
She is the woman I will spend my life with.
Always.