Page 16 of Reindeer and Restraints
His huge strides move us down the hall and into a room. He gently lowers me onto the bed, tosses the restraints beside me, and stares down at me.
Urgency nags at me on many levels. I spread my thighs and he accepts the invitation, letting his gaze linger on my drenched panties.
I reach under my skirt to get rid of them but he catches my hands, shoves them upward and pins my wrists over my head.
The fingers of his other hand tuck into my panties. His expression goes feral. And with one smooth yank, my panties are gone.
I'm seriously impressed, and also glad that I bought the skimpiest pair I could find for this occasion.
Maintaining obsessive eye contact—that's melting me—he brings my panties to his face and sniffs. "I've been craving you since… you were in my arms at the ranch."
“Way to win a girl over—forget where you first saw her. But I forgive you.” Was that pause to avoid bringing up the parade incident? Works for me. The only thing that needs to be perfect tonight is my orgasm.
He stuffs my panties in the pocket of his flannel shirt, then together we get the rest of our clothes off. I don't want the dress ripped, as enticingly dramatic as that would be.
He grabs the leather from the bed then catches both of my wrists with one big hand. I nod so fast, I'm not even sure if he paused for consent or if I imagined it.
I can barely take my eyes off of his thick cock to notice the quick but precise movements he binds my wrists with. Wiggling against the leather, I note that he did a specific pattern that allows me flexibility. Nice.
But when he backs me to the bed, I say, "Wait."
He flinches. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but if my hands weren't bound, I'd be climbing you right now."
"You want me to undo them?" Disappointment marks his expression.
"No, just bend down so I can get my arms around your head."
"I want to—"
"I've had plenty of orgasms lying in my bed. I want this one to be different." Never mind the fact that it inherently will be since I'm not giving it to myself. But I need this adventure.
He growls, lips crashing against mine. I wiggle my arms up between us, breaking our kiss for a moment to get them over his head.
Following my cue, he cradles one hand under my bottom and lifts me, the massively swollen head of his cock leaving questions about how he'll fit. As impressive as it is, I'm sure he'll fit, and it will hurt less once he's inside of me.
"Are you ready?" he asks, his face pulled beside mine because of my arms.
I take a deep breath and nod. "I'm all yours."
He thrusts in and I cry out. Not wanting him to worry, I say, "Harder. Keep going." Because he set my body on fire. Every nerve ending is lit up. My sex strains around his shaft but it's the most incredible feeling ever.
My breasts flatten against his hard chest and my nipples are stimulated by every movement, every thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist, taking in every bit of him that I can.
An orgasm builds and it's already pure heaven.
We move frantically, him working my body against his. "Ready to be mine forever?"
Flinch. The forever vibe has me touchy. I quickly get back in the groove. Maybe he didn't notice.
Needing to avoid answering, I lose myself in the pistoning of his cock, the pressure against my clit, and I tumble headlong into my orgasm.
My release hits like fireworks, and I go limp in his arms as his shaft swells and he fills me with cum.
His thrusts and growls give way to heavy breaths and we drift through bliss together before he carries me to the bed. We did it!
Carefully removing his cock first and then my arms, he curls beside me, his hand resting on my belly. "We'll be bound forever before the night's over."
