Page 32 of Rebound

“Yes, what?” He probes my opening.

“Yes, please. Please, Elijah.”

He wraps one arm around my torso, holding me close and steady while his fingers slowly demolish me. He’s always understood my body, always been able to play me like a maestro plays his chosen instrument, but this is incredible. My hands are trapped between us, his hard cock pressing into my back. My head back falls against his shoulder, my breath coming in desperate pants as he works his magic. “Look down. Watch what I’m doing to you. See how wet you are.”

I do as I’m told. My knees have spread without me noticing, and he has the thin fabric of my panties pushed to one side. Two thick fingers slide in and out of me. They’re covered in my creamy arousal, and the scent fills the room. He speeds up as I watch, his thumb rolling over my clit with every movement, making me shudder. “God, I love that smell… that sound… the sound of your needy little pussy sucking me in.”

He’s right. I am needy. I’m so wet. So close. Every cell in my body is screaming, and I can barely breathe. The beat pulsating from my core spreads all through my body, darkening my vision and pounding in my ears like the sound of the ocean. He nips at my shoulder and focuses on my clit. Rubbing at that tiny bundle of flesh, murmuring my name over and over as he takes me higher and higher. He teases and plays, taking me to the edge and pulling me back again, so many times I’m sobbing with desperation.

“Please, Elijah… I need to…”

He growls and strokes my swollen bud, holding me tight against him as he brings me to the brink and finally lets me topple over. The world explodes in a flash of light and sound and sensation, bliss flowing over me in wave after wave of pure pleasure. “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he murmurs, keeping his fingers deep inside me as I clench and contract around them.

I’m floating halfway between consciousness and blacked out, nothing existing in my universe apart from Elijah and the way he made me feel. Nobody has ever pulled an orgasm like that from my body. Not even him. He lets me settle, kissing me and whispering to me, his fingers circling inside my tight pussy, touching my still-quivering walls. When he finally pulls them out, his whole hand is covered in my cum, and my face blazes from embarrassment. He runs his fingers along my lips until I open them, then pushes them inside my mouth. “Lick me clean, Amber. Taste yourself. You really are a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Tied up and helpless, and you fucking loved it.”

I suck his fingers, and he gently twists my head around to the side with them and meets me there at that awkward angle and kisses me. He fingers and tongue fill my mouth, swirling and exploring and dominating. His other hand goes around my neck and up to my throat, holding me there while he explores me. I’m in pieces, but I still want more. I want his cock inside my mouth. I want it all.

“Fuck!” he says with force, pulling away from me. He climbs to his feet and moves to stand in front of me. “I almost came in my fucking boxers just from the taste of your cunt inside your mouth.”

I gaze up at him, his muscular legs planted wide before me, his big cock throbbing in his hand. “That would have been a waste,” I say, finally regaining the power of speech, “when you could come down my throat.”

I shuffle toward him, my movements hampered by the fact that my hands are still tied. He groans and grabs up a fistful of my hair, tugging my head backward. “You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, Mrs. Smith. And now I’m going to fill it.”

I manage to nod slightly, and despite my earlier nerves, I open my mouth to take him. He starts gently, letting me get used to his size. Flicking my tongue over his slit, I lick up the salty pre-cum and make him moan. When I suck him farther in, I wish my hands were free. I want to cup his balls, grab his ass, pull him deeper. I struggle slightly, hoping I can disentangle my wrists from the chain.

“No,” he says, burying both his hands in my hair now. “Leave them be. The sight of you bound is fucking sexy as hell.”

As he speaks, he forces himself deeper inside my mouth. Tears sting my eyes, and I breathe through my nose. I can do this. I just need to relax and let him fuck me. I want to do this. His pace builds, and I glance up to see him completely lost in the moment. His eyes are fixed on mine, his mouth open as he rams himself into me. His grip on my hair never lets up, and his hips slam backward and forward. Saliva runs from the corners of my mouth, and tears flow down my cheeks. “You’re so damn good at this, baby, such a good girl. Your mouth feels amazing. Oh, fuck!”

He slams into me deeper than ever and holds my head rigid as he cries out and shoots his creamy load inside me. His cum fills my throat, and I breathe through my nose as he shudders his way through his climax. When he’s finally done, he pulls out of me and leans down. He kisses my face clean of everything—my tears and spit, drops of his cum.

“That was fucking spectacular.” He staggers behind me and unloops the chain that binds my wrists, then helps me up to my feet. I fall against him, shaky after kneeling for so long. We’re both unsteady, and he laughs as we stumble toward the big four-poster bed. He falls back onto it, pulling me down on top of him.

I giggle as he grabs hold of my ass, our legs tangled and our breaths mingling as we roll around the bed together. When he pulls me into his arms, my head comes to rest against his chest. With gentle strokes, he untangles my hair, and my fingers curl around his waist. He snags one of the sheets and drapes it loosely over us.

We both simply lie still for a few minutes, settling our breathing and letting our hearts steady. It’s intimate, tender, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Elijah and I have spent so many years hurting each other—it still doesn’t feel safe to be so open to him. Is he feeling as exposed as I am?

“If we were really having an affair,” he says quietly, his fingers still in my hair, “do you think we’d be… what would you call this? Snuggling?”

I laugh lightly and feel him smile against my head. “Snuggling? Yes, I suppose that is a good word for it. As for whether people having an affair would snuggle, I can’t answer that. This is my very first. I’m actually doing a lot of things for the first time this year. I have a list.”

“Really?” he asks, repositioning us so he can see my face. “Tell me more.”

“Well, Granny Lucille gave me a notebook and told me to make a list of things I want to change and things I want to do. For starters, I’ve had it with my suit of armor.”

He doesn’t reply immediately, but then says, “You mean the way you look? I noticed the change in style. I really like it.”

“Thank you. I do too.”

“What else is on this list of yours?” He sounds genuinely interested.

“Um, well, some of it is a work in progress. But I’m going to take self-defense classes and learn to cook. I want to make new friends. I’ve also realized that I have a limited range of skills, so I’m planning to do some volunteer work, then get a job.”

He nods as I run through them—right until the last one.

“You know you don’t have to do that, don’t you?” He frowns, gazing directly into my eyes. “Get a job? Look, if you want to, go for it—I have faith in you. I’m sure you’d make a success of whatever you put your mind to. But financially, I’m… we… Fuck. I hate saying this. Saying it makes it real.”

I place my palm on his cheek, understanding exactly how he feels. “I know, Elijah. But it is real. No matter how much we pretend when it comes to Mr. and Mrs. Smith, it is real.”

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