Page 70 of Bound to Him

We laughed happily as we kissed each other; I carefully put my arms around his neck, and he had his hands on my waist.

“I wanted you to be mine from the moment I saw you, Huxley.”

“Well, then you should have seen me sooner and told Steven to fuck off.”

I burst into laughter, then held my own mouth closed to keep quiet because everyone was sleeping already. Huxley laughed softly with me, sliding his hands around my back and tenderly pulling my body against his.

“It was the same for me, baby. You had my dick reaching for you from the very first minute of seeing you.”

With a devious smile, I held his head with my fingers in his hair, leaning in to kiss him. He opened his lips to mine and pressed forward helplessly. I felt him pull his chair back and hold my body while he stepped up and sat with me cautiously straddling his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said softly, but he grabbed my ass and jerked me roughly against him.

“I’m indestructible, didn’t you know that?”

I giggled and avoided his injuries anyway as I continued to kiss him. His hands became greedy, pushing into the yoga tights I wore under my sweater and squeezing my ass.

“Are we alone, sexy?” he asked, kissing my neck when I laughed and looked around.

“We are, but we’re in the open. Anyone could see us if they just came downstairs.”

“Well then, I’m sure they’ll enjoy the show.”

He started to pull my tights over my ass, but I stopped him, giggling out of control.

“You know that we’re inside my house, right?”

His eyes locked on mine questioningly. “Yes?”

“My bed is right upstairs... and my father already knows you’re here. What’s stopping us from taking this to my bedroom?”

He smiled naughtily. “Well, well…tesoro… I think it’s time you showed me where all the magic happens.”

I took his hand and led him upstairs, quietly closing my bedroom door as he walked inside and took a look around. Compared to the open kitchen, it was warm and comfy here. I pulled my sweater off. Meanwhile, Huxley walked to the bed, sat down, and opened my bedside drawer.

“What do we have here?” He pulled out my purple, vibrating dildo, and I suddenly burned red with embarrassment, even though it turned me on to see him holding it so involved in my private affairs. “There really has been magic happening here.” He smiled, hooking a finger and calling me over to him. “Tell me, what do you think about, baby?”

I pulled my tights down, then walked over in my black, lace underwear. I perched myself on my knees in front of him, legs apart, and took the dildo.

“Huxley Moretti… the first time I saw you, sitting downstairs, with your bad boy stance and your seductive eyes,” I turned the vibrator on, Huxley was watching me with his mouth open, “and your sexy body, I was a lost woman.”

He stood and pulled his pants off, then sat back down against my pillows, his legs apart as well, his hand resting on his dick. I put the dildo between my breasts, and he watched every move.

“I found you so fucking irresistible, that I had to come up here and satisfy the need you created in me.”

“Yes, baby…” he said, stroking his dick through his boxer briefs.

“So, I sat right there where you are,” I lowered the dildo between my legs, “and I thought about you, covered in blood, very much like you were tonight.”

His eyes locked onto mine, turning dark. I gasped as the dildo touched my clit through my panties, and the vibrations sent pleasure through my legs.

“I thought about washing you, about helping you calm down after your hectic, violent night of killing sick bastards.”

He nodded and watched my hand as it moved the dildo in circular motions against my clit.

“I thought about you lifting me against a wall,”

“Yeah?”

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