Page 66 of Tangled Vows

We’d both been late showing up to the arena for his game that day.

The memory melted away as Easton placed me on my feet in front of the bed and turned me so my back was to him. Deft fingers loosened the laces at my back in record time, and before I knew it, my gown was pooled at my feet. I stood there in nothing but a thong and heels. Air hissed through Easton’s teeth as he stepped back to take me in. He circled around me, his eyes raking over my body like one would study a priceless work of art.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he praised. My cheeks flushed, and I dipped my chin, dropping my gaze. My husband never shied away from complimenting me, but it still made me blush. No one had ever talked to me the way he did. No one told me I was sexy or beautiful or irresistible like he did. It was heartwarming and empowering all at once.

Emboldened by his clear appreciation of my body, I reached forward and gripped him by his waistband.

“It’s my turn,” I said, my voice low and husky. Flicking the button on his pants, I tugged the zipper down and reached into his boxer briefs. He was already hard, the impressive length filling my hand. He groaned when I stroked up and down his shaft a few times.

Kicking my dress to the side, I dropped to my knees, freeing his erection. I licked my lips in anticipation of taking him into my mouth.

His gaze flickered past my shoulder for a brief second, and I wondered what he was looking at. Normally when I was naked, he couldn’t take his eyes off me. A wicked grin curved his lips,and he gently gripped my chin. My stomach flipped as he stared down at me on my knees before him.

“Hold that thought,” he growled before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine briefly. I turned and watched him walk over to my side of the bed wondering what on earth he was doing. Panic coursed through me when he opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand. I tried to call out a warning not to look in there, but I choked on the words when he pulled out a rather large dildo with a suction cup base. Embarrassment coursed through me, and I had to remind myself that he’d caught me using a toy once before. I’d been mortified at the time, but now I was thankful for it. That had been the turning point in our relationship.

He straightened and walked toward me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Kneeling in front of me, he leaned in for another kiss.

“H-how did you know that was in there?” He had the decency to look sheepish when he answered.

“I wanted to see what we were working with in case we wanted to use one. So, one day I took a little peek. You have quite the arsenal,” he said with a smirk, and my cheeks flushed.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Calvin had hated it when I used toys. He made it seem like I was broken because I couldn’t orgasm with him. Guess now we knewIwasn’t the problem.

“Hell no, it doesn’t bother me. These are my teammates, not my competition,” he announced, and my stomach tightened with anticipation.

“How exactly are you planning to use that?” Was he going to watch me while he stroked himself? Use it on me while he licked my clit again?

“You’re going to ride this,” he began, holding up the lifelike dildo, “while I fuck your mouth.” Oh. I liked the sound of that. I let out a little whimper, and my pussy clenched, ready to befilled. I’d never done anything like that before, and I was glad Easton would be my first.

“And I’m going to watch,” he added, nodding behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes widening when they landed on the large mirror positioned against the wall behind me. I’d been so preoccupied by Easton, I’d forgotten it was there.

My skin tingled all over, and my nipples puckered as desire roared through me. Easton reached down with his free hand and tugged my thong aside before sliding the toy along my slick center.

“I think you’re ready. Can you take all of it?” I nodded, wiggling my hips impatiently.

“I can take you, can’t I?” He was certainly bigger than what he held in his hand. A slow smile spread across his lips at my rebuttal before he leaned in.

“Good girl,” he breathed against my ear, positioning the toy beneath me and guiding me down onto it. His gaze was intensely focused on the mirror at my back, not even five feet away. His eyes filled with hunger as he palmed my ass and spread my cheeks to get a better view.

“Look how sexy you are.” I peered over my shoulder, watching myself sink onto it, my dark hair cascading down my back. I was shocked at how hot it was. The scene was so erotic, I almost wished he would film it so we could watch it together later.

“That’s it,” he urged. “You’re doing so good.” My muscles tightened at his gentle words of praise. When the toy was fully seated inside me, he stood and shucked his clothes. I stared up at him in all his naked glory. He was gorgeous, carved to perfection. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and I leaned forward. The toy slid out slightly, creating a delicious friction.

“You just focus on moving those hips however you want, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Easton instructed, and I nodded.I lowered myself onto the toy and rose up again, repeating the motion a few times. “Good,” Easton praised. “Now open those pretty pink lips.” I did as he asked, and he brushed the head of his cock over my bottom lip. My tongue darted out to lick the tip, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening in my hair. I continued to rock my hips as he slid into my mouth, and my jaw widened to accommodate him. His hips pumped in and out, matching my pace and easing in further each time.

“Fuck,” he groaned when I hummed around his length. “Play with your clit. I want you to get off while you swallow my cock down that pretty throat.”

Another whimper worked its way out. His dirty words alone were about to send me over the edge. My fingers found my clit and drew gentle circles around it. I moaned as I found my rhythm, bringing myself to the brink within minutes. My movements became more erratic the closer I got.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” Easton encouraged. I released a strangled moan as my orgasm crashed over me. Before I could register what was happening, Easton had me on my back atop the bed, and my toy and panties were gone. He crushed his lips to mine in a hard, punishing kiss before pulling back and slamming into me. I cried out as he buried himself to the hilt. He held perfectly still for a moment before he began to move, his hips snapping forward as his eyes found mine. They were full of emotion as he held my gaze, and I felt a shift between us.

This was more than just sex, more than just mutual attraction. There was something deeper, a connection neither of us had been willing to acknowledge. He felt it too. I couldn’t see it before, blinded as I was by my misconceptions of him. But it was there. The eyes didn’t lie.

A delicious pressure began to build in my core, and my eyes fluttered closed as he worked me over. He was attuned to everysound and reaction. It hadn’t taken him long to figure out how to play my body like an instrument, and now he knew every note.

I detonated, the orgasm ripping through me so intensely stars flashed behind my lids. He wasn’t far behind, his cock thickening inside me before I felt his hot release painting my inner walls.

Easton collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms and against his damp chest. His skin was slick with sweat, and his heart thundered against his ribs. I’d done that to him. Me. A grin of satisfaction slowly curled my lips.

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