Page 80 of Cuffed By Your Love
I shut the water off and tucked her into the towel, my hands moving with the kind of care given to something precious. No hurry. No mistakes. I dried her shoulders, traced her arms, eased over the dip of her waist, and lingered at her thighs. My thumb brushed across her hipbone, tender and slow, and her eyes fluttered closed, as if the world finally felt quiet again.
“This,” I murmured against her ear, my voice a low growl. “This is mine. Ain’t no other nigga getting this view, this touch, not while I’m breathing. And if I stop breathing? I’m haunting whoever tries.”
When I sensually pressed the towel between her thighs, she smiled, eyes glittering. “Baby, please…” She giggled, soft and dangerous, and my dick twitched so hard I almost lost the towel.
I froze, my eyes locking on hers. “Say it again.”
She tilted her head, lips curved like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Baby. Please.”
I swore, my pulse blacked out the sound in the room.
The towel hit the floor. My hands were on her ass, lifting her, pressing her back to the cool tile. My mouth crashed into hers, wet, messy, and hungry, like I was trying to kiss the soul out of her and keep it for myself.
“You got me trying to be patient and give ya lil’ sexy ass a break,” I whispered, tone raspy against her lips, “and then you pull that shit? Nah,… You about to feel exactly what that sexy ass giggle does to me, mama.”
Her laugh broke into a gasp when my hand slid between us, finding her hot and slick. “Damn, baby. You stay ready for me,” I muttered, kissing down her jaw, my grip tightening until she whimpered. “Bed can wait. I’m taking you right here so next time you test me, you remember what happens.”
I pulled her higher, the head of my dick sliding against her folds before I pushed in slow, deep, and possessively enough to make her head drop back.
“Fuck…” I groaned, forehead to hers. “You sucking me in like you want me stuck here forever. You want me trapped, Deputy Gorgeous?”
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Don’t want you to leave.”
“That’s good.” I growled, snapping my hips into hers hard enough to make the tile echo. “You’re mine. All this”—my hand cupped her ass, pulling her deeper onto me—“is mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to ruin. And I’ll do all three.”
Her moans bounced off the walls, her body gripping me like she was trying to keep me inside by force.That’s it, baby. Hold me there. Make me part of your blood flow.
“Look at me,” I demanded, my hand locking on her jaw. “I want you watching the man who owns you while you fall apart.”
Her lips trembled. “Elias?—”
“I saidlook.”
Her eyes flew open, glassy, locked on mine. I felt her walls flutter just from obeying.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice dark and soft. “You break while looking at me, or you don’t break at all, gorgeous.”
Her breathing got ragged, thighs trembled around my waist. “You wanna cum?”
“Yes, please.”
“That please better sound like you mean it.”
“Please, Elias, fuck. Please.”
That was it. I slammed into her, grinding deep until she shattered around me, crying out my name like a perp caught in the headlights, too stunned to run, too caught to fight back.
I held her there, staying inside, my mouth on hers, claiming the sound, the breath, the moment.
Without letting her down, I carried her to bed. She was limp in my arms, head on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t touching the floor until I decided she could.
I laid her in the center of my bed like something priceless, towel gone, skin still warm from the water. Her hair clung to her shoulders, little beads sliding down and soaking into my sheets.
I crawled over her slowly, caging her in, my hands planted on either side of her head, my shadow swallowing her whole. “You think we’re done?”
She gave me a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded like she was floating. “You tell me.”
“I’ll tell you what I know. You ain’t gonna be able to walk right when I’m done. And that’s still just round one.”
