He smacked his hand on her ass. “What do you call me?”
“Sir, please, Sir. Please, I need you so badly.”
And he needed her. He grabbed a condom from his bag and pulled down his jeans, quickly sheathing himself. Grabbing the lube, he squirted some out and rubbed it over his cock. Fuck, he was so close to coming. He gritted his teeth as he struggled for control.
“Where are we, kitten?”
“Green, Sir. So fucking green.”
“And your arms? Any discomfit?”
“No, Sir. Please, please, the only part of me that is in pain is my clit.”
He drew the plug out and threw it towards the bag. He’d take care of that later, right now, his baby needed him.
He pushed her cheeks apart then pressed his cock inside her. Her ass was so tight. So hot. Jesus, he was in trouble. Sweat coated his brow as he forced himself to move slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But it was so hard not to just thrust deeply, to take her roughly.
“More, Sir. Please.”
Finally, he seated himself deeply. By now they were both breathing heavily, as though they’d been running a marathon. He reached up and grabbed hold of one pin, slowly releasing it and drawing it away. Molly cried out, clenching so hard around his dick he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming then and there.
“Oh, my God. Again, do it again.”
He removed the other pegs. Each time, she clamped down on him. This was an exercise in control. Maybe next time, he’d take the pegs off before he got himself inside her. By the time he was finished, they were both sweating, breathing deeply.
He had to move. He couldn’t keep still anymore. His balls were so tight, begging him for relief. He drew back then thrust forward. Back and forth. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
“Sir, Sir, Sir.” It was l
ike a chant, and it sounded so sweet to his ears. He was her Sir. And she was his kitten. Life didn’t get much better than that.
He groaned as he fell over the edge, crashing into bliss. She cried out, her passage clenching down on his cock as she followed him over.
An hour later, they entered their house. He carried her in his arms into the bedroom and lay her down. Something crinkled under her head and she sat up. “What was that?”
He turned the bedside lamp on and sat next to her. She reached back and grabbed the envelope resting on the pillow. It had her name written on the front. In his handwriting.
“It’s a present. For you.”
She opened it up, pulling out the folded piece of paper. For the longest moment, she just stared at it in shock.
“Not sure I can do the jumping out of a plane thing,” he told her. “But flying in a plane, I can handle.”
“Paris?” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. “We’re going to Paris?”
He laughed. “Yeah, baby, we’re going to Paris.”
“Oh, Jake.” She leaned back and cupped his face between her hands. “Thank you.”
He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “We can’t go right away. I made the reservations for two months from now so I can arrange cover and get everything sorted.”
“Not for the tickets. Well, for them too. But for everything else. For being here for me through everything. For staying with me. For supporting me. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
He kissed her gently. “And you don’t have to. Because no matter what, I am always going to be here. With you. Supporting you. Protecting you. Loving you.”
Jake held her tight. He didn’t know what the future held or how long that future might be. He only knew that this was right. This was where he was meant to be.
With her.