Page 69 of Unmistakably Us

One hand snaked behind her neck, and he brought her in for a kiss. One with significantly more finesse than the last. With his lips just a breath from hers, he answered…sort of. “Remember when I said you’d only ever be allowed to get off on my mouth, my hands, my cock, or any other part of me or representation thereof?”

January’s laugh was infectious. “I think you’ve been spending too much time with Stacy and Andy because you’re sounding a little lawyery, but yes, I remember a text to that effect. Without the flourishes, of course.”

The urge to kiss her overwhelmed him once more so he indulged a little. “Well, I brought us a little wedding night craft project.” Another kiss followed; this one drifted to her neck. She smelled like Heaven. Logan breathed her in, holding that scent inside him, committing it to memory. That fresh beginnings smell took on a whole new aspect in that moment.

“Everything we need to create your own,” kiss, “lifelike,” this time, he indulged in sucking the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, “Logan Chapman dildo.” Her neck left his questing lips groping mid-air.

“Look at that.” Logan lay back with his hands back under his head. “I’ve just rendered January Snow Thorne speechless.” He had to admit, there was a certain smug satisfaction to be had at the thought.

After sputtering a bit, January gathered her thoughts. “I just…never knew there was such a thing.” Her quick recovery impressed him.

“Yep. It’s a thing. Now, grab the tube labeled one. You’re going to have to get me hard as fuck, then lube me up real good.” Logan allowed one of his hands to drift down his body and take his cock in hand. The look in January’s eyes almost had him saying fuck it to the mold and just pummeling the fuck out of her sweet pussy. He knew she loved it when he touched himself.

A few strokes had her licking her lips. He had to break eye contact or risk not getting this done, and he was serious about it. Any thing used to get her off was going to be him, at least in a way.

January turned and palmed the green tube. Squirting a generous glop in her hand, she rubbed them together. When she knelt over him and wrapped her hands around the shaft, his hand fell away and his eyes rolled back in his head. Bliss, sheer fucking bliss.

She made two strokes agonizingly slow before returning to the tube for more of the thick, sticky lube. Her dainty hand swept around his balls, forcing a hiss from him. “Fuck, Rabbit, you better not do that too many times or you’re going to have a limp toy, sweetheart.”

His eyes shot open when her lips touched his nose. He’d been so lost in the moment, he didn’t notice her face above his. “It said to protect the area, and it is certainly one area I want protected.”

The way she bounced back toward the table, it seemed she was enjoying this way more than he expected. Logan watched as she grabbed the blue and red tubes, read them and then mixed them in the squirt bottle provided. Returning to his hips, she meet his gaze. “You ready? It’s going to be cold.”

Logan nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be, but I need to stay hard, so as soon as you coat that goop on my junk, you better get up here and ride my face to keep me at optimum horny husband level.”

Plan agreed upon, she started coating his cock in the cold molding material. “Shit, that’s cold.” As soon as he felt like she was making mud pies in his crotch, January made to get off the bed. “Uh-uh, get over here and sit on my face, now!”

“But my hands.”

“I don’t give a shit about your hands, I need that pussy on my face. My pussy.”

Right as she straddled his neck, he had an idea. “Grab the bottle, and the lube.” She leaned over and snagged it in her ash colored fingertips, the mold material already starting to set on her hands. Logan took them from her. He set the bottle on the bed. After squirting lube in his palm, the tube joined it.

Lubing up her breast was borderline orgasmic, especially with the little mewls she made as he did so. He took her hands in his, and he rubbed them roughly against her perfect tits to clean them as best he could. He retrieved the bottle and drizzled the gray liquid over her chest. Tossing the empty bottle aside, he swirled it around her nipples, taking care to get every dimple and embossed landmark.

Once they were thoroughly coated, he dragged his hands down to her hips. Bringing her up over his mouth, he pulled the snaps free with his teeth. “Grab the headboard and hold on, because now I get to feast until this gray shit turns white.”

Her flavor exploded on his taste buds at the first touch of his tongue. He licked, nibbled, and tongue-fucked her until he was damn near drowning in her essence.

When his teeth closed around her clit, she cried her pleasure to the entire first floor of the Day Break Inn. He prayed that goop was white because he needed to fuck his wife more than he needed to breathe.

They carefully removed the mold according to the instructions, and Logan shot off the bed. He reached in his duffle and pulled out a coil of silky black rope.

When January spied the rope, the fire that sparked in her hazel eyes combined with her flavor clinging to his tongue damn near had him coming.

“Are you ready? We’ll start simple tonight, but I promise you when I’m not riding the edge as hard as I am now, I’ll have you trussed up so beautifully, you’ll need to focus just to swallow.”

Logan didn’t wait for her agreement, she had given it to him when her eyes flared to life and she licked her lips. He could practically hear her heart speed up as he demonstrated a basic knot on her non-injured outstretched wrist.

“This is a basic square knot. I want you to see it. Take note of how it applies delicious pressure to your skin. When your wrist is completely healed, I’ll bind your arms behind you all the way to your elbow in a ladder of these. They’re one of my favorites because they don’t slip and the imprint they leave on the skin is perfection.” Logan’s words caught in his throat as his gaze ate up the vision of her porcelain skin with the black silken knot slightly digging into her pulse point.

Untying the knot, Logan unwound the rope that he’d looped three times around her wrist. “Tonight, I’m going to indulge in something a little different that won’t hurt your wrist. I want to bind your hair.” Logan had fantasized about that multiple times. It wasn’t normally his thing. While it was elegant in its simplicity, it left no trace after the knots were gone. No red marks to tenderly care for after.

His thumb brushed over the ever so slight color elevation of her smooth skin where the knot had been. “God, I wish my wrist was healed. Do you have any idea how transfixed you are right now? It’s totally hot.”

Logan looked up at the beautiful woman who now shared his name and couldn’t resist slamming his mouth to hers. “Turn around.” It was an order, and she obeyed. Logan painstakingly wound the rope around her purple hair and knotted it. Loop, knot, and repeat, until the entire length was bound. The spacing was perfection. A half of an inch between loops with one knot kissing the next.

Logan stared, completely enthralled by the sight before him. He slowly inched off the bed and stood mesmerized. January shifted her body until she was kneeling and sitting on her feet. Forearms crossed behind her gripped high by her elbows as if tethered together by invisible rope with her bound hair lying atop of them.

“You’re fucking perfect and you’re all mine." Logan lost all control. He rejoined her on the bed, pushing her head forward which elevated that perfect ass. With one hand, he grabbed her bound hair by her nape and let five knots slip through his grip before he tightened his hold.

With his other hand, he rubbed his cock head one time up her wet pussy before driving home deep inside her body. Her cry of ecstasy was a flamethrower to his jet fuel. Her chest anchored her to the bed as she left her arms behind her and Logan kept her head thrown back with his hold on her hair.

“I fucking love you,” he repeated over and over as he pummeled her body. When he shouted his release just a few strokes later, they both fell into an exhausted tangle of sweaty and spent limbs. The last conscious thought he had was how both of their feet were somewhere near the center of the bed. No parts touched the edge. He wore the goofiest of satisfied smiles as he drifted off to sleep.

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