Cecily’s been tied up long enough.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I untie the scarves and, one by one, massage and kiss her wrists, making sure her skin has not been irritated by the rubbing there.
“I need your hands on me now, Cecily.”
She tentatively rests her hand on my thigh and says, “I want all of you, and I don’t know where to start.”
At her touch and at the sound of her voice, my ache evolves into an angry throb.
I sit facing her with one foot on the floor, letting her watch me stroke my cock slowly. Her eyes lock onto the end, glistening in her essence and my precum. “Do you see?” Picking up the cut strawberry I abandoned in the bowl, I use it to coat her folds in its sweet, red juice.
Careful to avoid her entrance, I swirl the ripe strawberry through her wetness, over her clit, and everywhere else.
“Cecily.” The heaving of her chest tells me she’s indeed building up her arousal. I drag the berry up slowly from close to her bottom all the way to her clit as I talk. “I love you.”
“Milo, I—”
“Let me finish. I love being near you. I’ve been drawn to you from day one. I physically hurt when you’re not around. I want to be there for you. I know you have to finish school, so I’m canceling my book tour.”
She gasps. “You can’t do that.”
She’s right; I can’t. It amounts to a breach of contract, and I’ll have to give some of my money back to the publisher. But I don’t give a fuck. Cecily doesn’t need to know that. I have a feeling she’d be pissed. She might let me be the boss between the sheets, but she’ll definitely have some things to say about me sabotaging my own career for her sake.
“It’s not a matter of can or can’t. This is where I need to be, and that’s all you need to know.”
She grips the base of my cock. “Milo, you’re too much.”
“Cecily, you’re my everything.”
“Oh,” she says, forgetting herself as I wickedly drag the strawberry around, across, over her clit. “Oh my...”
“Good?”
She moans and then finds the words. “Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before.”
Abandoning the strawberry once more, my heart feels like it might explode with joy. Swiftly, I spread her once again and nudge my body between her legs, balancing them onto my shoulders as I set about licking off the sweet, sticky juice from her body.
Cecily goes nonverbal as I devour her, bathe her, with my tongue and mouth. Sweeping over every inch of her. Her musky sweetness combined with the fruit is like nothing in this world. I could remain here and sip all night long and never tire out.
Another orgasm rockets through her as I adore her sensitive clit; more of her gorgeous essence coats my tongue.
When I come up to share her taste with her, I slide the tip into her welcoming heat, letting her legs slide down to my hips. For weeks I’ve been dreaming of those long, muscular legs wrapped around my waist, my neck. And now that it’s happening, she feels even better than I imagined. Words can’t describe how it feels to be wrapped in my Cecily.
And her hands, finally her warm greedy hands, are all over my bare skin, as they should be. She digs her nails into my back as I push in deeper, slowly, little by little, my arms propping me up, so I don’t crush her with my weight.
“That’s it,” I say, nuzzling and kissing her face and her neck. “Dig your nails in as hard as you want. If this hurts and you want me to stop, say so.”
She nods and smiles shyly, her strong legs gripping me close, urging me to press on. I sink in another inch, and I feel the break. She winces slightly; her nails are definitely going to leave a mark. And I’m totally okay with that. I’ll wear her scratches like a badge of honor because I asked for it, and she gave it willingly.
I slowly nestle my cock into her, all the way to the hilt. “Okay?”
She nods and bites her lip as she wriggles her hips like a wicked temptress.
She giggles, which is so unlike her. “I’m trying to pull you down, silly. You don’t have to worry about crushing me. I want to feel all of you.”
And that’s how my Cecily takes me in, grasping, urging me on with her body, our bodies smashed together in a breathless, delightful, grinding heap. She clasps me so close to her, it feels like she’ll never let me go.
She doesn’t let go, even as my release takes hold and my orgasm rushes through me. I jet into her, and she clamps down hard with her muscles, prolonging my release and making me nearly go blind with pleasure.