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By the timewe're in my bedroom, I'm buzzing. Pete is going to tie me up.
Holy fucking hell.
He's seamless about sliding his arms around my waist and throwing me on the bed. I bounce from the impact. I'm hungry. I'm desperate.
I let my legs splay open. I arch my back. I toss my glasses on the bedside table.
He's on top of me in an instant. The weight of his body sinks into mine, pins me against the mattress. This one is springs, not foam. It has little give.
I get every inch of him. Not the mattress. Me. I'm greedy enough that it matters.
His lips press against mine. He's just as hungry. Just as desperate to be out of his head.
He drags his teeth over my lower lip. It draws all my attention back to the moment.
He does it again, harder. I gasp into his mouth. My hands go to his hair. God damn, how I love that thick hair of his. Just enough to grab. I hold his head against mine, parting my lips for him, sliding my tongue around his.
Is it possible to get off from a kiss? It must be with the way my sex is pulsing.
This isn't going to turn into something forever.
The words echo in my brain. I have to prove him wrong.
Is it even possible to prove him wrong?
I have to make him realize it.
Somehow.
The decision eases the tension in my back. No more thinking. I need to go back to light and free, the way I felt before, the way I only feel with him.
I kiss him harder. Bring my hands to his shoulders then down his back.
He groans into my mouth. I groan back. It's not enough of him. I need all of him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his body onto mine. Better. I can feel his hard-on. Only the thinnest layers of cotton between us.
Pete breaks the kiss. His eyes meet mine. Right now, I know exactly what he's thinking.
He wants me.
He wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them over my head. "You sure about this?"
A shiver runs down my spine. I can't remember ever being more sure of anything. I nod. "I want to try everything with you."
He straddles me then reaches for the restraints. "You can tell Tom about this tomorrow. He'll flip."
"You've got me in used restraints?" I tease.
He nods. "I think they're clean."
"Think?"
"You want to back out?"
"God no."
Despite his insistence that he hasn't done this before, he cinches the leather restraint in seconds. Then he's onto my other wrist.
