Page 41 of Forgotten Vows
“Because—” I framed her face, kissing her hard.
“You came here, and now that I’ve got you again, there’s not a chance in hell you’re getting away.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not yours, Ivan. I’m notyoursto order around.”
“You’ve never stopped being mine,” I whispered into her ear as I tugged on her shirt. Buttons popped, giving way as I began to reveal her luscious body. Shivers erupted over her flesh as I bared it, removing her blouse and her bra. But it was the breathy exhales she couldn’t stop that made me harder yet.
This woman would always be my weakness. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. And as I pushed her pants and panties down before shoving her gently so she’d sit on the bed, I didn’t intend to keep my mouth off her either.
“I will tie you up just like this,” I promised, feeling bolder and needier as her face relaxed. All signs of desire showed now. In her mind, I bet she wasn’t on board to cave to me again, but I felt the tremors she couldn’t hide. I heard her faster, shorter breaths as her heart surely raced. Pert and beaded, her nipples demonstrated how aroused she was.
My threat was an idle one. She could try to call me on my bluff now. But I meant it metaphorically. I didn’t need to rely on bondage to get her to submit to me or what I wanted. Like before, when we’d had those four magical months together, she reacted strongly to the concept of being tied up. Of counting on me to guide her to feeling so fucking good.
She was bare, with only her shirt and open bra hanging from the bends of her elbows as she dropped her hands to the tops of her thighs. Under her heated stare, I hurried to remove my clothes too.
We’d spent years apart, and even taking it slower like this wasn’t enough. I wanted days to lazily relearn every inch of her sweet body. I wanted to take all the time I could get to adjust to how she’d changed and become even sexier since becoming a mother. Her breasts hung so full and heavy. Her hips were slender yet she had more curves, ones I couldn’t get enough of. But the constant I noticed the most was the desire in her eyes, when I tracked how much she couldn’t help herself from looking me over too.
Only when I was naked and fully had her attention did I advance on her. Taking a silky length of rope from my drawer, one I’d never used on a woman because no one could get me hard with Raisa always on my mind, I took her hands and secured the knot between her wrists to the rope.
“I will keep you, Raisa. Whatever it takes, however I want, I will keep you.” I kissed her as I looped the rope around a bar onmy headboard, leaning into her and relishing the sweet friction of her breasts rubbing against my chest.
“I will never let you go again,” I promised.
“Ivan, you can’t?—”
I kissed her silent again, dragging her down until she lay flat beneath me. The rustle of her shirt and bra didn’t pose resistance. The fabric was shoved back and out of the way. Like this, not an inch of her was hidden from my reach.
Grinding over her and letting her feel the hardness of my erection was half the tease. Making her slide down and notice the resistance of the bindings on her hands was the other part of it. But the torment couldn’t last forever. Blood rushed south. Each time I dragged my dick between her legs, not penetrating her cunt yet, I gathered more cream and smeared it. Pre-cum leaked from my dick, too, and if I wasn’t careful, bluffing or not, I’d lose my load and come too soon.
She was that much of a temptation, that strong of an allure.
“I won’t let you go again,” I vowed as I lined my cock up to her wet entrance. Already parting her legs, she arched her body to welcome me in. It never took much. One look. A touch. Especially a kiss. The years apart no longer made a difference. Together in bed again, with her under me and submitting without anywhere to run, we proved that westillfit perfectly.
Before she could protest, I aimed the tip of my erection and pushed in. The first thrust had her tensing up and closing her eyes. A brutal kiss on her lips had her softening to me again. Another push into her slick heat made her cry out and groan. A smile on my mouth taunted her to be louder as she stared back at me. Then with a harder, steady drive all the way into her, until I was seated, I earned the sweet music I’d been craving for what seemed like forever.
“Oh, Ivan…” She moaned it, so husky and without any trace of modesty.
She could own up to it, that she wantedme, no one else.
She wouldn’t try to hide how I could still drive her wild as I stretched her cunt and widened her to take all of me.
Back and forth, I thrust in and withdrew, frantic in this rush to feel her squeezing me so tightly. In and out, I let her glove me and suck me in like she was made just for me, like I was her only match, a key in a lock.
Sweat beaded along my back as I strained to fuck her with all I had. Alternating between kissing her face and licking then nipping her breasts, I showed her how well I remembered making her come. If I wasn’t tugging her stiff nipples between my lips and teeth, I was robbing her breath and kissing her senseless. And no matter how much she would want to argue, she was right in step with me in this need to come. Her tongue chased mine, and her hips bucked up in a desperate rhythm to match me thrust for thrust. In a clumsy, then practiced dance, we were both close to losing it.
The first waves of her orgasm came on my next slam into her pussy. My stamina to resist my release was fading as I felt my balls tighten and my legs shake.
She was perfection, milking me as she cried out loudly with her release. Through my entire body, a charged bolt of pleasure streaked without end. Every cell lit up with relief. All the tension flooded out of me as I shot all my cum deep inside of her. It was too soon and at long last, this foray of reminding her how well we worked like this. I wanted it to go on forever, relearning the exquisite pleasure that she gave me to fuck her so hard. And at the same time, I was grateful I’d gotten her off like this so I, too, could sag on top of her with relief.
For a long while, she lay there under me, rubbing her cheek against mine. We didn’t stir, catching our breath in the aftermath of making love again.
There was no doubt in my mind that she would hold on to her hatred of me for how I’d left before.
“Come here,” I whispered gently as I urged her to roll with me. The rope twisted, cinching the knot. But as she lay draped over me, lax and sluggish from how intensely she’d come, I untied the knots. Rubbing her arms, I encouraged the blood to flow freely again. She didn’t stir. She didn’t protest, limp on top of me as she seemed ready to sleep, but I knew that the fight wasn’t over yet.
We’d surrendered to this old desire again. It seemed we couldn’t help ourselves, like two halves of unfinished business.
But there wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d forgiven me, that she’d ever admit she wanted me like this.
