“Love.”
She bites her lip and blushes. She does every time that I use the word love. She’s about to blush a lot more tonight.
I push her body against the door, where the swing is and kiss down her neck, loving the taste of her skin. She smells like heaven when I kiss her. A mix of sweat, lavender, and sex.
She eyes the swing behind her with a nervous glance. “Have you tested this out to make sure that we don’t break my door?”
I bite her bottom lip to shut her up from asking stupid questions. Then I lift her body up, slip each of her legs into the swing, and then tie her hands up at the top so that she can’t move.
Her eyes go up to her hands and then down to me.
“Did you want me to test it out first?” I ask, knowing that she really didn’t. She loves the thrill and excitement. Of course, I made sure that she wouldn’t break the door, but she doesn’t need to know that. She’s a thrill seeker that lives for this.
I don’t let her answer the question. Instead, my lips push aside the lace covering her pussy and I lick her clit, then slide into her already dripping pussy.
Her body clenches around me as her moans fill the room.
“God, I love your pussy.”
I watch, as she struggles against the restraints in the swing. I love watching her body spread wide for me.
I take a step back and remove my shirt, loving the look she gives me when she sees my shirtless body. I take my time removing my jeans and boxer briefs. At least, I attempt to move as slowly as I can. Usually, I can be patient; take my time and really savor her. Not tonight.
Tonight, I need to make her mine.
I walk back to her and loop my finger between her panties and skin and rip them to pieces.
“You owe me new panties.”
I smirk. “It was worth it,” I growl.
I grab her hips, as my cock hardens at just the sight of her naked pussy. My cock rests at her entrance as our lips collide and I push inside her. She feels tight and slick and welcoming. She moans, as I thrust in and out of her.
“Harder,” she moans.
I do. She may be tied up and unable to move, but she still has control, even if she doesn’t think she does.
I fuck her harder and harder, her body easy to move in the swing. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she bites her lip harder before she screams my name.
I come inside of her, filling her with my cum.
“That was amazing,” she says with tired breath.
I grin. “You like that?”
She nods.
“Now help me down.”
I hold up one finger as I slip out of her and walk over and pick up my boxer briefs. I slip them and my jeans back on before I walk back to her.
“Down. Now.”
I grin and cock my head to one side. “And why would I do that?”
She frowns. “Fuck me again or help me down. You’re not leaving me like this.”
I sigh and help her remove her legs from the swing, leaving her arms tied.