Page 126 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

Alex walked behind her. “Still hearing me?” He kept his tone low and steady.

She nodded.

“You don’t need sign to talk with me, remember? I can hear you. And you have the sexiest fucking voice. Especially when you’re ever so slightly on edge like you are right now.”

Falling to his knees in front of her, he unfastened her jeans and lowered them to the floor, sliding the tips of his fingers over her smooth skin, down her slender limbs. He leaned forward and gently nipped her clit.

“Ah,” she gasped.

“I wish I had some rope,” he said, fingering the silver rings on her hips holding the underwear together.

“Try the drawer next to the bed.”

He looked up at Zoe, shocked as all hell. “You got your own?”

It was the first time she’d looked truly bashful. “I’m curious.”

He climbed to his feet and went to check. “You got jute rope. How did you know?”

“The author I work for? Her books are loosely based on her own experiences. So…I asked her.”

Alex grinned. “I’m not going to do anything too fancy because, honestly, I want to fuck you, and ropes can take time.”

He led her to the bed and sat down, placing her standing between his legs. Unknotting the shirt holding her wrists together, he rubbed his hands over her skin. He wrapped several rows of a rope gauntlet on one wrist, making it appear as though it was a thick cuff. New callouses lined her palm and he kissed them tenderly. The sign that what she had come home to do was paying off was as precious as she was. Occasionally, he’d please himself and kiss her stomach, her hip.

The natural jute looked incredible against her pale skin. He wrapped it through the silver hoop of her underwear before running it up through the hoop on her bra, then back down through the other hoop on her panties. When he’d finished the rope gauntlet on the other wrist, he leaned back onto his elbows. Not his best work given the need burning away at him, but by the mottled flush on Zoe’s chest, it was having just as much of an effect on her as it was on him.

With her hands held down by her side, she’d not be able to do anything beyond participate in what he wanted.

“Everything still okay?” he asked.

“It’s intense,” Zoe said, her voice a little breathless.

“The restriction of movement can feel a little like that. Especially to you because you’ve already found that restraint feels good to you. But is it too intense? Because we could stop right now, I’ll untie you, and we take a minute.”

“I don’t need to stop, but I do think I need your arms around me for a second.”

Alex smiled softly. “Yeah? I can do that.”

He nudged her back a little and stood, pulling her back to him by the rope that criss-crossed her. The rope brushed against his chest, kicking his own arousal up a notch. When he hugged her closely, he felt a nervousness he hadn’t been aware he was carrying slip from him. Something expansive cracked in his chest. They were in this messy adventure of life together.

He lifted her chin. “Better?”

Zoe nodded, and he slid his hands down to cup the cheeks of her arse, squeezing them firmly. “Good. Because I’m going to lay on the bed and fuck you until we’re both finished. Then I’m going to unwrap this rope, and sleep the sleep of the dead with you all over me, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She squealed as he lifted her onto the bed. Her natural reaction was to put her arms out to stop her descent to the pillow, but she had to trust him to catch her.

As soon as her hair spread across the pillow, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and crawled to the bottom of the bed. “One day I’m going to tie your ankles to the bottom of this bed, but for now, I need you to just keep them nice and wide because I’m starved for you.”

Zoe was already soaked. He pushed her underwear to one side and devoured her. His tongue, his lips, his fingers. He held nothing back. Every stroke deep, firm, deliberate. Occasionally he’d have to grip her hips to hold her down as her back arched, as moans escaped her.

“Alex,” she cried out as he ran his finger closer to her arse, wondering if she’d let him take that too eventually. He wanted every piece of her, wanted no place out of bounds on either of their bodies. Even his own. Perhaps she’d push him in ways he hadn’t explored yet either.

Hell, doing this with someone he loved brought its own exquisite pleasure.

He felt her orgasm begin as she gasped. The way she tightened around his fingers, the way she lost control of her body’s movements. His dick ached in longing to join her.

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