Page 309 of The First Time
I hug my chest reflexively.
Blake's hand slides over my shoulder. He presses the door closed and clicks the lock. "Hands at your sides. I want to look at you."
My breath hitches.
He stares at me, his eyes wide with lust. He likes what he sees. He likes looking at me.
And I like him looking at me.
It's a prefect arrangement, really.
"Turn around," he demands.
I do.
It's such a strange sensation. I'm exposed. Vulnerable. But I like it. I like him looking at me, thinking about me, wanting me.
He moves closer, placing his body behind mine. His lips on my neck. His hands on my ass.
His fingertips skim my sex.
It pours gasoline on the fire raging inside me.
"Turn around," he says.
I do. I slide my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.
He kisses back. It's hard. Hungry. Like he needs this as much as I do.
Like he needs me as much as I need him.
Blake slides his hands under my ass. He lifts me into the air and holds my body against his. I hook my legs around his waist and squeeze him with my thighs.
He carries me like I'm weightless.
We move into the bedroom.
He throws me back on the bed. I land with a soft thud. The foam mattress absorbs all the impact.
He doesn't play around.
He climbs on top of me and pins me to the bed.
The weight of his body sinks into mine. He's heavy and warm. His cock is straining against his slacks, pressing against my sex.
Fabric is between us.
Again.
I'm really starting to despise fabric.
He reaches for something—a length of rope with a cuff at the end. It's part of an under-the-bed restraints system.
He cuffs my hand and squeezes the rope tight. Then he does the same with my other hand.
My upper body is stuck in place.
I'm at his mercy.
