Chapter 13 Lucy
Lucy
Isensed Jamie’s need to feel in control. I was still reeling from what he’d just told me. I spied something bright red and green – a tartan ribbon around one of the bed posts and reached for it. I held it out to him and he took it looking at me.
‘What’s this for?’
I held out my hands and put them together at the wrists. He swallowed and looked up at me. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me, Luce... But right now if you touch me I might just...’
Come apart completely. He didn’t have to say it. I felt it. ‘I know. It’s OK.’
He tied the ribbon around my wrists in a loopy knot. I lay down on my back and raised my arms above my head.
Jamie looked at me, ‘Jesus Christ.’
‘No, it’s just me, Lucy,’ I said with a wink.
He huffed out a laugh and my chest expanded. Crap. I was in so much trouble.
He rolled protection onto his dick and came over me with his long powerful body. I opened my legs to him and he fed himself into me, slowly, until we were both holding our breath at the sensation.
And then he started to move, in and out, a timeless dance. He reached up and held my hands with one of his, our fingers intertwining. He kissed me, his tongue mimicking his body moving in and out mine and it was so hot that I almost couldn’t bear it.
Our skin was sheened with sweat, as we danced and chased the peak and I put my legs around his hips, heels digging into his buttocks and then we soared and flew over the edge together.