Page 148 of Those Who Are Bound

“I said, open.”

Obediently, she opened her mouth, and he fed her. His attention between her legs resumed, and she nearly choked. He chuckled again.

“Chew. And don’t choke.”

“Easy… for you… to say.”

Jonah refilled the spoon and fed himself. His sound of approval joined her little noises. “This is good, kitten.”

So good.

Elliott’s eyes almost rolled to the back of her head as she pressed against him, grinding down on his hand. He was a horrible man to play with her this way, keeping her in a suspended state of arousal as he continued to feed them both. When her gasps and tiny cries signaled how close she was to orgasm, he would pull back and shove more food in her mouth.

Lasagna, from this moment forward, would have this memory associated with it.

The spoon suddenly met the countertop with a rattling clang. Jonah’s mouth was again at the base of her neck and shoulder, but his fingers left her. Before she could protest, he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt.

“Tell the duck goodbye.” And he was ripping the shirt over her head.

She raised her arms so he could rid her of the garment. It was tossed over the top bar. The shirt hadn’t even disappeared before her breasts were in Jonah’s hands, her tight nipples pinched and rolled.

“I’ve missed you.”

She’d missed him, too. Two full days, and she was a throbbing, aching mess at the slightest touch. How was she supposed to go the rest of her life without him? Giving a slight, quick shake of her head, she refused to think about it.

“You didn’t miss me?” He challenged at her inadvertent response.

“I did. So much. Now please finish what you started before I take out the hand mixer and do it for you.”

He laughed. But he was shifting behind her. She heard the zipper of his jeans, and she swore she got even wetter at the sound; the anticipation. Already, she was covered in a slight sheen of sweat because he’d kept her teetering on the precipice. It was cruel. It was decadent. She loved the taunt, his ability to deny.

If only…

The thought was shuttled off the Earth in the next instant because he kicked her legs apart. She grabbed on to the counter for balance as he pulled her hips back. He lined up with her and plunged inside, filling her completely. She would have collapsed over the countertop, arms weak and useless, if he hadn’t locked an arm around her chest, holding her to him. His other hand gripped her hip as he plunged into her with fierce, tight, deep, controlled thrusts.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she chanted, already veering toward orgasm. She instinctively arched her back, allowing him better access, pushing against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. With each vigorous drive forward, she emitted involuntary exclamations.

“Yes,” he whispered into her ear.

Permission granted. Bracing one hand against the bar top and gripping his hand at her hip with the other, she came with a sound that bordered on a squeal, grinding against him. His breath was heavy in her ear as he continued to move forcefully within her; he didn’t let up as she rode the waves.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her body lax in the aftermath as he pounded into her, as she tried to catch her breath—recover from the dizzying sensations. With a groan, he shifted forward, meeting his release. He wrapped his arms around her as he squeezed her tightly, shaking with the intensity of it.

For a couple of seconds, they stood there, momentarily stunned. Then Jonah moved away and reached for a paper towel. He cleaned her up, gently wiping himself—them—off her thighs. It was strange to find his actions more tender and intimate than the sex itself.

Straightening from throwing away the towel, he turned her and pulled her into his arms. She happily snuggled against him, now perfectly content as her body still sang. His slight movements and sounds told her that he’d resumed his dinner.

“This is really good,” he praised. “I’m sorry I ruined your dinner plans.”

“You improved upon them.”

He laughed lightly. Leaning back, he asked, “Bite?”

She looked at the poised spoon he was holding. She shook her head. “I cheated while making it. I’m fine.”

“As good as this is, I don’t know that I can eat all of it.”

Resting her chin on his chest, she informed him, “I’ll take the leftovers to Killion.”

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