Page 96 of Resistance Training
Nodding, I start to pull off my jacket again.
“Wait, no, suit on!”
“All right, that’s it.” I scoop her up into my arms again and carry her to the very comfortable bed, dropping her onto the mattress and watching her astonishing boobs bounce so rhythmically I am awestruck. For a moment. And then I grab the silk scarves I placed on the bedside table before I left for theceremony. Because I knew my girl would be frisky when we got back tonight.
She rolls her eyes. “Just don’t rip these panties. I like them.”
“Oh, I like them too—trust me.”
The wood headboard is not helpful to me, but there are light fixtures with brass arms attached to the wall on either side of the bed and they will do nicely as long as Sparky doesn’t come too violently and rip them from their base. I’ll have to go easy on her, I’m afraid.
She is still, even lying on her back, doing fifties dance moves and humming. “I can’t believe my sister’s married—can you?”
“Sit up,” I say.
She does. I let the end of one of the silk scarves caress the skin of her breasts, her face. She sighs, closing her eyes as her head falls back. She holds her wrists together behind her back for me; I don’t have to ask. I quickly, carefully, loosely tie the scarf in a figure eight around her wrists. “I always thought she seemed like the kind of girl who’d like being married.”
“Oh yeah?” she says, her brows knitting together. “Do I seem like that kind of girl?”
“You didn’t used to,” I say, honestly. “I put a pair of scissors in the drawer, just in case.”
She nods. “And now?”
I take a seat on the edge of the bed beside her, kiss her bare shoulder. “Do you feel safe and cherished, baby?” I ask her this every time I restrain her now.
“Yes.”
“Good. I always want to make you feel that way. And yes, you do seem like a girl who’d like to be married. To me.”
“Good.”
This hotel is filled with Vivian’s relatives, and I don’t need them hearing her scream my name while I rail her. I hold up the other scarf, silently asking her if she’s okay with me coveringher mouth with it. She nods. I tie it loosely behind her head, covering her closed mouth. She won’t be very quiet without a gag, but she’ll be quieter. She lies back, wriggling around until she’s comfortable.
I stroke up her outer thighs with my fingertips and pull down those black lace panties, and then I nearly choke on my own tongue. I can see from her eyes that she’s smiling.
“Fucking hell.”
The little minx. She shaved. All of it. Everything.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
Her muffled giggle is music to my ears and her gorgeous naked body is a feast for my eyes and I am so in love it actually makes my skin hurt all over.
I’m not going to last a full minute.
Standing up, I remove my jacket, my tie, my shirt, my pants. She watches me the entire time, and I am staring at her beautiful, glistening pussy. She’s trying to keep her legs relaxed so I can see what she knows I want to see, but I can tell she’s dying from all the pressure between those legs. She wants to squeeze those thighs together.
I drop my boxer briefs to the floor and climb onto the bed, crawl between her legs, kiss up the inside of her thigh, and lick the sweet center of her. Long and tender and slow, gently teasing her opening with my fingertip. I have spent a lot of time down here and gotten to know her so well. I know how she’ll react to firm tongue strokes and which parts of her like gentle nibbles. I know that when I circle her clit and then flick at it with the tip of my tongue I have to be careful because her hips will shoot up. I know that when I grab her ass and fuck her with my tongue, she will writhe around like a maniac and swear like a Marine, but fuck me, neither of us has ever known how fucking good this would feel with absolutely no friction.
Unbelievable.
She is silky all over and I will make her come first, but fucking hell, I need to get up in there.
She’s doing a not-very-silent scream into the scarf, bucking her hips, and I keep that steady, punishing rhythm until she goes stiff and then totally still, breathing so heavily, I sit up to make sure her nose is uncovered.
She’s good, all good.
And I am so good to go.
