I climbed out, holding her close as she licked and kissed a path down my neck. Fuck, I was hard as steel. Slamming the truck door closed, I jogged up the short walkway toward the house. Tessa giggled as she jostled a bit in my arms.
 
 By the time we made it to the loft, we were frantic. Clothes were shed quickly until I had my beautiful girl naked beneath me. Her hands were everywhere, gliding across my pecs, along the ridges of my abs, then around to my ass. I let her explore while I rocked my hips against hers, dragging my aching dick back and forth along her clit.
 
 "More," she pleaded. "I need more, El."
 
 "I know what you need, Princess." I rose to my haunches,scrubbing a hand over my mouth as I took in the sight of my beautiful, sexy, sassy as fuck wife, spread wide and waiting for me.
 
 I climbed off the bed. "Where are you going?" Tessa protested. She rose up on her elbows, tracking me as I crossed the loft
 
 "Got you a present."
 
 "What is it?"
 
 I didn't bother responding. She'd find out soon enough.
 
 I grabbed the black gift bag I'd hidden on the top shelf of the closet. This morning, while Tessa was helping Mom prepare our traditional pork and sauerkraut New Years Day lunch, I drove over to a little shop I'd found in Ashford. I'd been nervous as hell walking in there, but the shop owner was a sweetheart and helped me pick out just what I needed.
 
 Anxious energy sizzled along my veins as I walked back toward the bed. Tessa lay there, still propped up on her elbows. I held out the bag, and she grabbed it by the handles.
 
 My foot bounced as she began to pull out the items, one by one.
 
 "Lube. Okay... Ten-speed vibrator." She looked up at me and smirked. "I already have one of these. You should have just asked if you wanted to borrow it."
 
 "Keep going, brat."
 
 She pulled the last item from the bag and peered up at me, heat sparking in her eyes. "Whatcha gonna do with this, Husband?"
 
 I leaned in close, my lips a breath away from hers. "I'm gonna tie you to the headboard, stuff your pussy with that vibrator, and fuck your perfect ass,Wife."
 
 "Oh god,"she murmured. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her eyes darkened. I kissed her hard, demanding, like she was the last woman on earth. She may as well have been. Couldn't imagine I'd ever find anyone who fit me better.
 
 While she was distracted by my mouth, I slipped the fifteen-foot spool of soft black matte cotton rope from her hand. The shop owner had spent thirty minutes teaching me the basics of how to use it, simple knots that would get us started. As much as I'd fantasized about doing this, I'd never had the opportunity to.
 
 Until now.
 
 My skin was buzzing as I pressed Tessa back into the bed. I lifted her wrists toward the headboard before breaking our kiss to look into her eyes. "Do you trust me?"
 
 "Completely," she breathed. The look on her face confirmed the truth of her words. As she looked back at me, I saw a perfect reflection of my own feelings.
 
 Anxious excitement.
 
 Burning lust.
 
 More.
 
 I bound her wrists together and fastened them to the headboard. Then I pulled the soft rope snug, checking that it wasn't too tight. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingertips as I traced her bound wrists. Her breath hitched when I dragged my knuckles down the sensitive skin of her inner arm.
 
 God. The sight of her bound to my bed was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. This strong, capable, sexy woman yielding every bit of control to me, trusting me with her body, with her pleasure. It was almost too much.
 
 "If it's too much, say red," I said, remembering what theshop owner had explained about checking in. "Yellow, slow down. Green, keep going." Tessa nodded. "What's your color Princess?"
 
 "Green." Her voice was breathy, needy. "So fucking green."
 
 I grinned. "Good girl."
 
 That earned me a petulant glare, but her tightened nipples betrayed her. My princess liked praise.
 
 I took my time exploring her body, mapping every sensitive spot with my mouth and hands. By the time I reached for the vibrator, she was squirming beneath me, straining against the ropes.