Chapter 5 #2
And I love it.
He climbs over me and reaches into the nightstand, pulling out—
"You have rope?" I stare at the soft cotton cord.
“Handcuffs aren’t as comfortable." He presses a kiss to my wrist. "But only if you want this."
"I want everything, Kade."
He grins and binds my wrists together, then secures them to the headboard. He tests the knots, making sure they're snug.
"How's that feel?"
"Good,” I purr. “Really good."
"You can always tell me to stop. Anytime. I mean that." He brushes hair from my face, his touch tender. "Your safety is everything to me."
“I know.”
Then his mouth is on me—everywhere. Kissing down my body, pausing to bite gently at the curve of my breast, my hip, the inside of my thigh. By the time he settles between my legs, I'm squirming against the restraints.
I moan. "Kade, please—"
"Patience." His breath ghosts over my pussy.
Then he tastes me, and rational thought goes right out the door. His tongue is wicked, sliding through my aching folds, knowing exactly where to tease and lick and suck. I'm pulling against the rope, moaning like mad, desperate to touch him…
But that only heightens it all.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs, then goes back to destroying me with his talented mouth, as I writhe beneath him.
The orgasm builds and builds until I'm begging, nearly sobbing with need.
“I love hearing you beg, baby,” he groans, tongue circling my clit. “I could listen to those sexy noises you make all night long.”
I’m trembling as he works me with his mouth, devouring me, driving me out of my mind.
“Oh…oh Kade…that’s…”
“Is that the sweet spot, Nia?” he whispers. “Does this needy little pussy want to come all over my face?”
I let out a desperate moan and his tongue swirls once more over my clit just right.
And I’m gone.
“Kade!” I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, wracking my body into convulsions.
He doesn’t stop. Just continues to make me crazy as he works my sensitive flesh.
“Yes…yes…baby,” I pant, as he holds me open, finishing me off.
“Damn, your honey is addicting, angel,” he groans, as I shiver.
Before I've fully come down, he's kissing his way back up my body.
I watch through hazy eyes as he finally strips off his clothes, revealing all that ink and muscle and those tantalizing piercings glinting in the low light.
"Come here," I manage, voice wrecked.
He leans over me, and I crane up to catch one of those barbells between my teeth, tugging gently.
"Jesus Christ—" His whole body shudders.
I do it again, then soothe with my tongue. His hands fist in the sheets beside my head, arms trembling.
"Ah, Nia….you're killing me," he groans.
He reaches up to untie my wrists, and I immediately dive for his other nipple, biting and licking until he's cursing creatively.
He catches my hands, and lowers his body over me. "I need to be inside you, my naughty little angel."
I smile up at him as he slides the head of his thick cock up and down my wet folds.
“That feels so good,” I say, biting my lip.
“Yes, it does,” he replies, then slowly sinks into me. He's big and hard and he fills me all the way up.
"Fuck, you’re so wet and tight," he breathes, as he rocks into me.
He sets a rhythm as I roll my hips to meet him, finding the angle that makes my eyes roll back in my head. But it's not enough. I need more, need him to lose that iron control.
"More," I demand.
He growls and adjusts his arms beside my head, and drives into me with a force that makes me cry out.
"This what you want?" His voice is ragged. "My cock punishing your sweet pussy, Christmas angel?"
"Yes—god, yes—"
He’s pumping into me hard and deep, hitting spots that make my whole body clench and thrum.
The headboard bangs against the wall.
Outside, snow falls silently, but in here there's nothing but heat and need and the sounds we're making together.
"You going to come for me, baby?” he whispers. "And milk my cock like a good girl?”
He’s touching everything heavenly inside me, and the dirty talk only sends me spiraling faster.
"Kade—yes, I'm close—"
"That's it. Take what you need from my cock. Let me feel it."
And suddenly, I’m falling apart around him, crying out with moans and gasps and pants.
“Fuck me, Nia. I’m coming!” he roars seconds later, cursing and shaking, as he empties himself inside me, pulsing and hot.
We collapse together, breathing hard, tangled in the sheets and each other.
After a while, he shifts, pulling out carefully. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough, baby?"
I smile softly, tracing the mountains on his ribs. "No way. That was phenomenal.”
"You sure?" He's studying my face, genuine concern in his eyes. "Because I—"
I kiss him quiet. "Stop. I'm sure, Kade." I shake my head. "I've never felt anything quite like that."
"Me neither," he admits. "And I've got a decade of experience on you."
We stay like that, wrapped in each other, his fingers caressing me with feather-light touches, making my skin erupt in goosebumps.
The decorated cabin glows around us with twinkling lights, as the blizzard rages outside.
But I've never felt warmer.
"This…changes things," Kade says finally.
I press my face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I know."
But neither of us mentions that I’m nearly done decorating and that his family arrives soon. Or that he lives in Colorado and I live here.
For now, we just hold each other, basking in the afterglow.