Page 29 of The One Bed Rule
My mouth stays on her until she’s spent and laying in a heap on the bed. She’s pulled off the tie covering her eyes and the way she looks at me—it’s something I want to remember forever. Something I won’t be able to forget.
While she’s collecting herself, I move the full length mirror that’s in the corner of the room. I put one of the sitting chairs in front of it. I walk to the side of the bed, my cock pulsing against the fabric of my shorts, and offer Claire a hand.
“Come here,” I plead. She doesn’t hesitate, giving me one of her hands and getting off the bed. This time, I have no intention of covering her eyes—she’s going to watch all of this. Instead, I put her in front of the chair. I take the tie and lightly knot it behind her head, but this time the satin fabric is in her mouth, in between her teeth. Her skin is creamy, but red in spots from the ice cube, and it’s like a maze of pleasure running over parts of her body.
“Okay?” I check that she’s still on the same page and she emphatically nods her head. My fucking good girl.
“Look,” I gesture to the mirror. Pointing to a spot of wetness on the front of my pants, they’re dark from my precum. “See what you do to me?” And I swear she melts into the chair, her arms holding her up.
My hands push into the backs of her thighs, up her ass, and I spank one side as I growl, “Bend. Over.”
Claire groans into the tie, her sound muffled, but she reaches for the edge of the chair, arching her back and putting her ass on full display for me. I dip into her wetness and coat my fingers with it, then lightly press a finger on her tight hole, one I’ve not claimed yet. I circle the skin, letting her unclench and relax, and when I look to the mirror, she’s watching me.
Her hips wiggle, chasing the pressure of my finger when I pull it away. She wants it. And that makes me almost come unglued.The site of me using her wetness to lube her ass is about ready to send me to another planet.
I knead one ass cheek while still gently pressing with the other hand. “Okay?” I ask, making sure to keep her comfortable and also because I love hearing her. Watching her agree to however I want to touch her. Take her. Fuck her. There’s no way I could fuck her the way I want to without some prep work, but we’ll take what we can with ass play.
“Yes. Please,” she begs, voice sort of covered with the tie in her mouth. Her back arches deeper and she stretches her chin up.
“Such a good girl,” I groan. Carefully I put in a finger, only making it to my middle knuckle before she’s whimpering underneath me. I twirl and push the finger into different parts of her, letting her feel all of it. When I take it out, Claire whines for me, my name muffled. Again, I push in, maybe a little further but still playing it safe. When I pull it out, my other hand grabs my cock and guides it to her pussy.
“Push into me, baby,” I insist with my cock barely in her.
Her hands grip the chair and she pushes her hips back to me, letting me fill her inch by inch. She leans forward, and then takes more of me. I watch as she soaks my length, and when she finds a rhythm, I spank her ass again.
“Now, it’s my turn. From here on out, you hold onto the chair and you watch. Got it?”
Her head nods and I swear she fucking smiles at me.
Fuck. I’m already close.
One of my hands grips her thigh while the other waits at her other hole, the one I’m going to finger fuck. I set the pace, watching her in the mirror.
My voice is like gravel when I call out, “This greedy cunt is going to milk me, isn’t it?” I bury my cock inside her and she takes all of me, like I knew she could.
“Yes!” Claire yells and I can feel her core getting tight, knowing she’s going to come for me again.
I keep thrusting inside her and put a finger in her ass. I’m careful not to get carried away with it and instead take it out on her pussy, which I know she can handle. The finger presses and moves pressure as I thrust my dick harder.
The sounds of her about to cry out match her face, and I fuck her faster and deeper. She starts to reach for shallow breaths and I watch her lock into her reflection in the mirror—her knuckles white from holding on. I watch as she finds her second climax and when her walls strangle my dick, I quickly spill my cum into her. I don’t stop fucking her, even when she’s laying on the chair, her arms not holding her up anymore. Even with her head turned to the side, she keeps watching what she can.
I come inside Claire and feel her moan through it, the vibrations somehow reaching the head of my cock, as the shocks slow. I bend forward, placing a kiss on her back, and I feel her giggle against me.
“Stay here,” I say, gentler than before, and go start the shower.
I come back and she hasn’t moved. My hands pull the tie from her mouth and I stand her up, turning to face me. And the fucking smile she’s wearing cracks my chest open.
Her hands loop around my neck, part of her needing some assistance standing, and she gives me a full kiss on the lips—smirking into it.
She pulls away, eyes golden with satisfaction, and she almost whispers, “This might be the best birthday weekend ever.”
I kiss her back, letting the compliment wash over me, before walking us back. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
We’re under the stream of hot water in under a minute and we simply stand together. I rub my fingers along her back as she rests her head on my chest. She sighs and even lets out a little laugh. And the way she makes me feel catches me off guard.
Like, she lets me take control—be rough—but she’s just as eager to share this slow moment in the shower after. It’s complex. It’s honest. And it’s something I haven’t been able to feel in a long time.
And that’s everything.
