37. Chapter 37
Never did I think I would ever trust any woman to tie me up, but I would let Willow do it every single day if it got her off and made her happy.
It was cathartic to give up the control, to let her own my pleasure as much as she owned hers. I know she did it as a way to punish me for taking out my stitches, but what transpired from it was so much more. Talking about our future was just as sexy as taking her bare was.
But now it’s my turn.
We’ve waited a week to reconnect like this, and I’m going to be damn sure she can’t walk by the end of it. It’s long overdue, and although I understand why she wanted to hold out and wait until I was more healed up, it was hard as fuck to watch her walk around in T-shirts and panties every fucking day.
“How we feeling, Trouble?” I ask.
“So fucking good,” she moans as I kiss my way down her collar bone.
I let go of her hands, but she keeps them up, making me smile. I trail mine down the side of her body, her legs already spread to accommodate me, but I grip them and spread them more.
She arches up into me, and I barely keep control of myself.
“Will, you gotta let me work here, or this will be over far too soon. I need to see you completely wrung out for me, dripping and begging me to stop.”
“I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of pent-up tension.” I look up when I hear the sassiness in her voice.
Arching my eyebrow at her challenge, her smile grows larger.
“Begging for trouble as usual, I see. Okay, if torture is what you’re wanting, I’ll make that happen for you.” I may be two seconds away from coming at any given time, but she just issued a challenge I’m damn sure going to rise to.
I grip her ass in my hands hard before sliding down her body. Her clit is pink and needy even after her last orgasm. My mind is going a million miles a minute, filled with too many ideas and no clue where to start.
Until it snags on one thing. Edging. We’ve done it before but never after having to abstain for a week.
A devilish smirk fills my face, and I can’t help the chuckle that erupts from my chest. Her head lifts up to look at me, and I see a twinge of suspicion in her eyes.
“Be nice,” she says.
“Nope.” I pop the P before licking a line from her ass up to her clit.
“Holy fuck, James,” she moans, and it only spurs me on.
Focusing on her clit, I swirl my tongue along the outside, not hitting the spot she really wants me to. Barely gliding my tongue over it once every few circles. When she growls in frustration, I pull it into my lips and suck hard, releasing it just before she goes really wild. The fun thing about Willow is that double stimulation gets her every single time. If I just continue to alternate and not give her both, she’ll probably kill me, but it’ll keep her on edge until I give her both.
It’s wicked mean but so damn fun.
“James fucking Oakley,” she growls, and I barely hold back my laughter.
“Patience,” I scold.
“I have had patience all fucking week! This is a cruel and unusual punishment, James. Cruel and unusual,” she mutters.
God, even in the middle of sex, her sense of humor kills me. She couldn’t be more perfect for me.
I slide a finger into her when she’s finished chastising me, and her hand goes into my hair. I don’t even freeze up; instead, I melt into her touch. The feeling of security is as much a turn-on as her pussy gripping my finger is.
I slide one more finger in, making her grip on my hair tighten, and I have to grind my dick into the edge of the bed to get some relief. Shit. I know I’m supposed to be edging her, but it sure as shit feels like I’m torturing myself too.
When I feel her start to pulse around me, I pull them out and scoot back enough to shove my hand around my cock. Her wetness on me makes my hand tighten around her thigh, knowing I’m probably going to leave bruises.
“Holy fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her whispered words bring my head up, and I stare at her as she watches me pump my cock with her on my fingers. I sit up a little further on my knees, so she has a better view, then move my other hand to her clit again.
Slow circles match the speed I pump into my hand. I can feel her straining; every muscle in her body is so tight, it’s like a rubber band waiting to snap. I feel damn close to that myself, but I won’t give in until she’s boneless.
Her moans are getting loud, and her head is thrashing back and forth against the bed, and I know she’s about to scream at me if I don’t let her come soon.
I squeeze the tip of my dick hard enough to stave off the too-close-for-comfort orgasm and turn my attention back to my woman.
Bending down, I sweep my tongue through her once again before replacing my finger on her clit. My fingers press into her, hooking up to hit the spot that will send her over the edge quickly, and to my complete surprise, she comes instantly. Wetness flows out of her so fast it puddles underneath her before I can lick it all up.
Smugness like I’ve never felt hits my chest, knowing I’m the man to do this to her. I’m the man she trusts to do this to her.
Her screams echo through the house like a siren’s call, and I don’t think about what’s next or what else I can do. I sit up fast, removing my fingers and slamming my cock into her as she’s still riding her orgasm. The pulsating. The heat. It damn near takes me over the edge, but I grit my teeth before reaching down and tugging on my balls harder than I usually would. It pulls me back from the brink just enough to fuck her properly.
And thank god too, because I never want this to end.
I pull out barely an inch before slowly pushing all the way back in, giving her a little stimulation to ride the final wave of her orgasm.
She finally collapses on the bed, breath heavy as a small smile graces her lips.
God she’s so fucking beautiful. I take the opportunity to study every inch of her skin. It’s not like I haven’t done this before, but never like this. Never with a thin layer of sweat making her glisten. Never as her stomach contracts in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm.
My hand slides up her stomach, in between her breasts to her neck. I cup it gently, running my thumb back and forth so I can feel her breath.
“You are fucking magnificent,” I breathe out in awe.
Every single day, this woman amazes me, and this moment is no different.
“That… I… What the hell was that?” she says through gasping breaths.
“That was perfection,” I murmur.
Her eyes meet mine, and the love I see reflecting back makes my hips thrust involuntarily. Willow moans out, and I bite my lip at the sound.
I bend down, kissing her softly at first as she catches her breath, but before long, her hands are tangled in my hair. The kiss turns messy and out of control in seconds, our need outweighing anything else. One of her hands slides down my back to my ass. She grips it, causing me to shove deeper inside of her. I get the hint and start pumping at a wild pace, our lips never disconnecting.
Her short nails dig into my ass, and the hint of pain sends me into overdrive.
Pulling back from the kiss, I press my forehead to hers as I moan at the pleasure taking hold of me.
“You feel too fucking good. I can’t … I can’t hold on, but I need you to come again,” I mutter through my heavy breaths.
“I don’t know if I can,” she whimpers.
I move a hand to her hip, pulling back just enough to slide my hand in between us to reach her clit. My pace never slows, making sure to keep pace so her build-up stays nice and strong.
“I need it, Will. I need you to squeeze me as I come inside of you.” I don’t tell her I need to be as close as possible because it feels like I need to crawl inside of her to be close enough.
It’s a weird feeling, needing someone this much. Wanting someone this much. It’s like my soul isn’t my own, but that’s okay because she’s given me hers. It’s almost too much, and the emotion of it all threatens to pull me under.
I close my eyes for a second, focusing on the feel of her wrapped around me as her arms circle my neck.
“I love you,” she whispers as my eyes open.
“I love you too, Willow. Too damn much, I think,” I confess.
“No such thing.” She pulls me down and gives me the most tender kiss as I circle her clit harder.
Her orgasm hits strong and with no build-up. No subtle pulsing to warn me; it just pulls us both under with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
It goes on for minutes, hours, days—hell, who’s to say. It feels like I’ve lived a whole life in this moment, and it is phenomenal.
I ease off of her clit, staying inside of her as I press my forehead to hers again.
“I’m feeling very poetic right now, which is highly unlike me,” I tell her as I attempt to catch my breath.
“I think I’d like to see what a poetic James Oakley sounds like,” she murmurs.
“You are more than I could have ever hoped to dream for. I want nothing more than to spend every second with you, no matter what that looks like. It’s like I can’t get close enough to you.”
“I get it. I feel it too. I didn’t know it could be like this. This huge emotional dump. I feel like I could just break down into tears.” She presses a kiss to my lips, and I hold her tight to me as we leisurely kiss more.
“Do you think it will always be this way?” I whisper.
“You mean, will you edge the fuck out of me so I have an out of body experience in the form of an orgasm and then proceed to give me the best sex of my life? Yeah, babe, I think it’ll always be this way.”
“Smartass.” I smile.
“You like me this way.”
“I love you this way.”
I don’t know how long we lie there, but I do know with Willow by my side, we can make it through anything.