Time feels suspended; the outside world doesn’t exist.
The cool kiss of the floor touches my tender, heated skin as he lays me down. His blue eyes blaze with want, and despite his hurried movements to take me, he’s careful not to cause more pain than I can tolerate as my back rubs against the floor.
“Lift up,” he orders, and I do, allowing him to grab ahold of my hips and relieve my backside of the friction. He expertly unthreads the knots alongside each of my legs, his gaze holding mine as he frees them. Then he’s inside me, hard and demanding, burying his cock inside my core until I’m crying out.
Anchoring his forearms beneath my knees, he raises my hips to meet his deep thrusts. His hands pin me where he wants me as he slams my walls, his own husky groans mingling with mine. His powerful movements cause the rope harness to tighten, giving my nipples a pinch, and I lock around him.
“Fuck…” He drives deeper, a hiss escaping his mouth as my walls contract.
“You won’t hurt me,” I assure him, knowing he’s still holding back. “I need to feel all of you…right now.”
“So damn beautiful,” he rushes out. Then he releases my legs and drops down to capture my wrists. Pushing them over my head, he fastens them to the floor as his body covers mine. The weight of him bearing down on me sends an erotic thrill through my body.
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sp; His cock is so hard…so engorged…I feel him stretching me, claiming me, and I wrap my legs around him, meeting each thrust as he ravishes every inch of me.
I’m climbing. My blood firing through my veins. I buck my hips as the pull starts low in my back, arching and straining my body against the ropes. Colton’s chest bears down, holding me in place as he slams into me, eliciting a sharp cry.
He offers me his neck, and I don’t hesitate. I bite down on the soft juncture as my orgasm spirals free, initiating an onslaught of serene waves that ebb and gain momentum again, until my entire body is engulfed in the sensation.
His thrusts speed, and I can feel he’s right there… “Don’t you dare pull out,” I order. “I want all of you—” I can’t finish, because my command sets him off. He looses a guttural roar against my lips as he releases deep inside me.
His cock pulses against my walls as my body consumes him.
“Christ,” he breathes against my neck. His labored breaths brush my skin before he pushes back. Still inside me, he raises up to unbind my wrists, then places a tender kiss to each. His mouth then seals mine, his tongue probing deep to taste me, and I match his intensity. Loving, needing, wanting more.
Then he’s moving inside me again, his mouth and cock coaxing my body, sending a fresh wave of heat racing across my skin.
“Are you ready?” he asks, a sexy smile curving his mouth.
I laugh. “You’re looking at me like you’ll cry if I say no,” I say, running my fingers through his hair, over his back.
“I absolutely will, goddess,” he says, planting a kiss to the scar along my collarbone. An ache catches in my throat. “We won’t be done here until I’ve made every single part of your body mine.”
His hand roams down my thigh, bringing my leg up over his shoulder. Popping his finger into his mouth, he then reaches down to caress my ass, working his way to my back channel, where he rests the wet pad of his finger.
His eyes beckon permission to enter me there, and a small bubble of anxiety rises within my chest. “Yes. I trust you,” I say, snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss me.
A light pressure at the tip of my channel, and then he inserts his finger, drawing a clipped cry from me. His mouth hungrily swallows my moans as his finger delves deeper, slowly opening me up to him. A sharp pressure builds and then a quick, gratifying relief follows as my muscles loosen to take more.
He groans as I contract around him, my walls tightening as he pulls out to push in farther. He backs out all the way, then grasps my arms, hauling me up against his chest and into a semi-sitting position. His hands work the binding along my back, freeing me of the rope harness.
As my nipples are released, the rush of blood rapidly returning makes them throb, and I breathe hard, unable to contain the sudden arousal. His mouth is on them, suckling the piercing pain away and affectionately massaging intense feeling into each one.
He thrusts hard once, filling me completely, before he pulls away. Guiding me to stand, he says, “I need you in a better angle.” Then he kisses me deeply as he lifts me into his arms.
I’m carried over to the bench where we spent our first moment together. He pushes the leg rests beneath the bench, hiding them away, then pulls the lower knee rests out. Once he has me positioned over the bottom curvature, my knees propped on the rests, he lassos a length of rope around the front bar and makes a knot. “No restraint,” he says. “I want your body to be free to command me. Safe words always, and I’ll pay extra attention to your body language.”
I look up at him, a smile twisting my lips. “Please, pay extra close attention to my body.”
He winks, and drops down to kiss me while placing the knot in my hands. Moving away, he says, “Hold this for leverage, goddess. You’re going to need it.”
His heated warning sends an electric current through me, and I nod.
He stands behind me, and I can feel his hot skin, hovering near but not touching. Then a thick band of black material is slipped over my eyes. I gasp as he tightens the blindfold. “No restraints, but I didn’t say anything about sensory deprivation.”
A flutter wings to life in my belly, and I bite down on my lip. He drops another soft kiss to my shoulder, then his hands trail the length of my body, feeling the raised skin and tender marks. His inspection arouses me almost as much as the anticipation for him to fill me.