While my thoughts were flying high above the clouds, Van cleared away our plates, lifted my arms, and helped me from the chair. With my arms still bound, he turned me until I was facing the empty table. Pressure between my shoulder blades pushed me forward, my breasts pressing upon the hard, cool surface.
A soft kick to the inside of my ankles and my legs spread.
I called out as he held my hips and drove his full length deep into my core. My cheek slid over the smooth table. Without my hands, I was unable to find a grip as he pounded into me. The gentleness he’d exercised while feeding me was gone. Contrary to his actions, his tenor was deep and soothing as the air filled with words of praise and devotion.
Although I wasn’t sure it was possible since I’d already come more than once, before I could prepare, I was overcome with a world-shattering orgasm. As my core spasmed, hugging him, Van continued his thrusts. Faster and faster. My hips bounced against the table’s edge. The weight of his body held me in place while pushing on my bound arms. Every nerve was electrified as pain was forgotten, washed away by overwhelming pleasure.
Thrust after thrust, Van continued taking what I’d already offered.
He was an animal consumed with the task at hand and yet he also tended to my needs, his fingers teasing, swirling, and pinching my clit, his kisses and nips raining over my neck back, and shoulders. His attention to my breasts came when he’d lessen his weight, allowing himself access.
I wanted nothing more than to turn, to wrap my arms around his neck, and continue this dance, this primitive ritual that had started with the first man and woman. The frustration as I pulled against the belt would come only to be washed away by another orgasm. Nothing slowed his pursuit. Faster still, he pounded until finally he stilled. His fingers dug into my hips, his cock throbbed, and his deep growl reverberated through the kitchen as his seed filled me to overflowing.
Sandwiched between Van’s solid frame and the table as my arms and shoulders ached and my core was satisfied and filled, the realization hit. This odd and unusual combination of pleasure and pain had consumed me in the best of ways. As Van pulled out of me and gently unwrapped his belt from my arms, my thoughts were consumed by what we’d done, what he’d done.
He'd annihilated my concerns and centered my entire focus on the pleasure that only he could provide.
My arms fell lifeless to my sides as exhaustion prevailed. I continued to rest upon the table’s surface. Gently Van turned me, lifting me to my feet and into his arms, raining kisses over my cheeks until my eyelids rose, and our gazes met. “You were perfect.”
“I think it was all you. I was, as they say, tied up.”
His grin grew as he ran his finger over my cheek. “Do you regret trusting me?”
The void that I’d felt earlier in my chest was gone. Beyond the windows, the dark sky was littered with light flurries dancing within the illumination of the outside lights. Taking all my energy, I lifted my arms to Van’s shoulders and pushed myself up on my toes until our lips touched. “I don’t regret it.” My forehead fell to his chest. “Thank you,” I mumbled against his warm skin.
“For what?”
“For fixing our snow globe.”