21. The Newlyweds #3
At this point, I’ll take him wherever he wants.
My mouth, between my legs, in the palm of my hand.
I grip him by the base and stroke up and down, gliding my nails along his pulsing flesh until a tremor rocks through him.
Then I roll my finger across the wet tip before stroking him again, this time tightening my grip so I can see him wince.
He must be too close to finishing because he yanks my hand away and pins both my wrists above my head on the mattress.
I expect him to kiss me again or finally fuck me until I pass out, because God knows I need it, but I’m surprised when he gets up to grab his discarded belt.
At first, it doesn’t register what he’s doing and I think he must’ve grabbed it by accident.
Only when I feel the sting of the leather chaffing against my wrists as he tightens the loop he just made does it dawn on me.
“Alejandro—”
A yelp leaves my throat when he drags me up the mattress and hooks my bound wrists to the headboard.
Oh…
We’re doing this again.
Heat scorches my skin as I blush from my hairline to the tips of my toes.
“I thought we weren’t going to do this again.”
“Why not?” He tugs on the bindings to demonstrate. “You liked it so much the first time.”
“That was different! I’m not drunk enough for this!”
“Fine. I’ll be quiet and gentle.” I feel his smile against my ear as he kisses me there. “Are you embarrassed?”
My lips purse. “No.”
“Liar.”
He rams into me without warning, filling me in a single go.
My head kicks back as my body arches into him, a silent cry leaving my parted lips as he grips my hips to hold me in place.
Each plunge inside me is deeper and fuller than the last and my lungs burn with the inability to take in a single steady breath.
He guides one leg around his waist and lifts the other so my ankle rests on his shoulder.
When his hands roam over the expanse of my body it’s with a sense of entitlement.
Every inch is familiar to him, belongs to him.
Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch and the raised edges of his scarred palms against my smooth skin makes me pulse with need.
A humiliating sound leaves my throat when he rises to his knees and powers into me, the intimate, filthy sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh echoing in the otherwise silent room.
My body practically levitates off the bed and he presses the heel of his palm against my stomach to keep my in place.
His nails dig into my flesh as I count the times he enters deep enough to reach my womb.
“I…” Fuck, I can’t even get a word out. “More.”
He ruts into me like a madman and I thrash against the bindings, desperate to release myself from their hold. This seems to amuse him so he rewards me by dragging his tongue along my bottom lip. A strangled moan claws its way up my throat but I bite down on the inside of my cheek.
Climax rips through me and my inner walls pulse and clench around him as my release coats my inner thighs, hot and wet and soaking the sheets beneath us.
My cheeks heat with embarrassment as he looks down, the angle at which he holds me putting everything on display.
Alejandro slows but only enough to stave off his own orgasm as he fucks me through mine.
When he picks up the pace again, I want to tell him I can’t take it anymore.
My chest feels like it’s going to collapse. All over my body tingles and vibrates.
His free hand dips into the space between us and he strokes my clit in tandem with the strokes of his tongue against my already sensitive nipple.
I squirm and struggle beneath him, hating how I can’t touch him the way he’s touching me but secretly loving the fact that I can’t.
Orgasm builds into delirium and I abandon myself to the unforgiving rhythm of his hips thrusting against mine, lifting my body to meet his whenever I can.
A buzzing sound fills my ears as a blistering flush washes over me, heating my skin from scorched ears to clenching toes.
Release finds us both and the rough, guttural moan of his pleasure vibrates inside my chest. I feel his heart racing and pounding against mine as he finishes inside me and I can’t tell if the deep, pulsing ache in my core is me or him.
“I can’t tell you,” he murmurs against my skin. “How many times I dreamed of this.”
I can hardly breathe much less speak. “Of what?”
He reaches for the binding around my wrists and removes it.
When he intertwines our fingers, he glides his thumb over my engagement ring and wedding band, lost deep in thought.
An immeasurable amount of time passes where he struggles to articulate himself.
Maybe he’s searching for the right words or the right language or perhaps the right emotion. I don’t know.
I lift my head to capture his lips with mine, kissing him as deeply as he’ll let me. He kisses me back and we make love until that same inexplicable emotion begins to fill me too.
The only word I can think of is content.