Page 81 of Tied to You
I lift to my hands, and he lets me this time, anchoring myself so that I’m comfortable. It doesn’t take long for a fire to start burning in my belly, and my hips are falling back against him, wanting him to fill me. I curl my spine at the same time he rolls his hips, and the jab of pain has me stilling.
“Good girl,” he pants. “Now, keep going.”
I rock forward, allowing him to enter me as I fall back again. “Ohh,” I moan, not hating it, but still feeling out of my depth.
Travis’ hand presses down at the base of my spine, his hand steadying me, holding me still. “You’re ready,” he tells me, then he’s pushing forward.
My spine snaps, my legs parting wider as the full feeling makes me feel like I’m going to explode. “Oh, fuck!”
I hear him panting. “You feel fucking amazing, Baby Doll.” His hips jerk. He really is trying not to come. A small part of me is smiling on the inside. Sliding back, he inserts two fingers into my pussy. “Feel better?”
“Yes,” I moan, the satisfaction from the familiar feeling warming my core.
Travis then pushes all of himself forward, and my body clenches around him. “Baby Doll, we’re both going to come so fucking hard, you don’t know what’s about to hit you.” He withdraws and enters again. “You like that?”
I can only hum my response. It feels fucking amazing.
In. Out. In. Out. Slowly and languidly, he builds me up, the pressure between my thighs like nothing I’ve felt before.
I’m getting wetter, if that’s even possible, and his pace is beginning to quicken.
Once he starts grunting, I look over my shoulder at him, and he fists my hair with one hand, the other quickening it’s assault, deep in my pussy.
He withdraws his fingers and starts circling my clit, and I combust, letting go, pushing back against him. I take him deeper, feeling him stiffen.
“Fuck.” A lust filled grunt tears the air between us, as he drives into me with pace. He’s quick, and when he tugs on my hair, I unravel more, still shattering around him in a blissful state of euphoria. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Every nerve ending I have tingles. Every inch of my skin is covered in goosebumps.
“Travis!” I cry out.
He slams into me, making my mouth widen. “Fuck, Mollie!” Then he comes, hard and fast, taking everything that he can from my body. Before I know it, we’re back to falling slumped on the bed in each other’s arms.
“Morning,” I croak, pulling Travis’ arm wrapped around me tighter.
“Morning, baby.” I’m his baby again. “Do you feel okay?”
Okay?I feel better than okay. I smile to myself. Content. “I feel fine.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Good.”
I turn, still under his hold, to face him. “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
I bolt upright. “Seven! Why didn’t you wake me?” I scramble to get out of the bed, but his hold on me is impossible to break.
“Relax, baby. I sorted it.”
Hewhat? I raise a brow.
He smiles, cupping one of my boobs in his big hand.
I smile, but jolt. “Get off! I need to get to work!” I grab my phone off the small table, looking at the screen. No messages. No missed calls from Mick. I pause. “What did you do?” Why haven’t I got anything from Mick? I should have been there at five.
Travis pulls me close to him. “I texted Mick telling him you’re having a day off.”
“You did what? Pretty sure it doesn’t work like that. There’s so much that’ll need doing.” I can feel my voice getting higher. I don’t want Mick to think I’m lazy. Off galivanting the night before I call in sick. No. I won’t have it.
“Relax. I saidyouwere having the day off. The work will still get done.”
