Ring
ESTELLE
I try to jerk my arms downward, but they won’t budge.
It takes a moment for my foggy mind to realize he bound my wrists to the wooden cutout in the headboard.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
Carlos starts pulling down the boxer briefs over my hips, down my legs, and then throws them halfway across the room.
How is it possible that one moment I was sleeping peacefully, cozy in this massive bed, underneath a soft duvet, and now I’m naked and tied up?
I swallow hard. “This is not nothing.”
The dimmed lights inside the room do nothing to hide the hungry look on his face as he takes in my naked body.
I pull at my bound hands again.
No give.
Did he tie a magic knot?
His big hand caresses a path from my neck to the center of my breasts, down my stomach, and covers my bare mound.
My body is flaming everywhere he touches.
Our eyes lock, and it’s like staring into a mirror of desire.
My core tightens.
His thumb delves inside my folds, finds my piercing, and presses softly but firmly.
A low, guttural moan leaves my mouth, and my breathing starts to pick up. I feel my pulse throbbing in my clit from the pressure.
When he starts to rub, it’s slow, deliberate circles,without breaking eye contact. The piercing above my clit presses onto the sensitive nub with every downward motion of his thumb.
The soft moans that tumble from my mouth are beyond my control.
He doesn’t let up.
Doesn’t break the rhythm.
Never once looks away from my face.
Heat starts to spread to my chest and neck as the coil tightens.
I’m so close.
I lift my hips, panting, desperate for more.
He gives it to me.
Without missing a single beat, his other hand goes to my breast to pinch my nipple. I cry out from the sudden pleasure that shoots straight to the very place he’s toying with me between my folds.
“Carlos,” I moan.
He lowers himself over me, still rubbing circles with his thumb, still unrelenting. His mouth replaces his fingers on my nipple, sucking hard, never once breaking eye contact.
I fall apart with a strangled cry, my back arching even higher, head thrown back. Spasms wrack my body, and I feel the wetness seeping from my core, flowing down my ass.
“You’re so beautiful, little dove,” he rasps, straightening.
He kneels between my legs, and I somehow only now realize he’s naked, his erection hard and ready against his lower belly.
Two thick fingers slide inside me easily. He groans. “So tight. So ready, baby.”
“I want—”
My legs are suddenly lifted and come to rest over his shoulders. I’m too stunned to speak as he kisses the side of my knee.
My pulse is pounding in my ears.
He grabs his hardness and positions himself at my entrance, smearing my wetness over the thick head.
“Carlos,” I whisper.
His body tenses as he pushes inside me, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. I cry out at the sudden stretch and pleasure, then moan at the feeling of finally being filled by him.
“Fuck, yes,” he grits out. “I’ve missed your tight little pussy, baby.”
My walls clench around him at his naughty words, making us both groan. With one hand, Carlos reaches for something under a pillow next to my head. I’m too lost to ask questions.
I just want him to move.
His warm hand envelops mine, then cold metal slides onto my finger.
The ring finger.
A ring.
He looks at my hand and smiles, then kisses it before letting go. I bring it up to my face and stare at the emerald-cut diamond ring with smaller diamonds arranged on either side like small flowers.
“It’s beautiful,” I rasp.
He withdraws from me slowly, then thrusts back in hard. The orgasm is a shock, rocking me to my core, turning my thoughts to sudden mush.
He doesn’t stop, pulling out torturously slow and slamming back in me. The position of my legs on his shoulders makes my walls feel tight around his hard dick, and he’s so fucking deep.
“Carlos,” I cry out.
“I love you, Estelle,” he says suddenly, the tension tight in his voice.
I don’t register his words until after a few more thrusts.
Only Carlos would slide a ring on my finger and confess his love with my legs on his shoulders.
While fucking me.
“I love—”
A deep thrust.
“Fuck—” I moan.
I try again.
“I love—”
Another perfectly timed thrust sends my mind scrambling.
He chuckles.
“Let’s try that again, little dove,” he rasps.
“I love you,” I cry out quickly, the words tumbling over each other.
He lowers until our faces are close, our heavy breaths mingling, gazes colliding.
I feel the muscles where my legs connect to my hips burn, but I don’t dare complain.
I need him too much.
He speeds up, and I watch his mask of control slip completely off. His eyes close tightly as he gives in to the pleasure, his movements becoming jerky.
I watch his face in awe.
He cries out, the sound raw and deep, and his body stills over me as I feel the warmth of his release deep inside my quivering walls.
He lowers my legs slowly and buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. I run my hand through his hair, humming low, content.
Carlos peppers soft kisses on my neck, making me giggle as his beard scratches the sensitive area where my neck meets my shoulder.
I feel him withdraw, then thrust back inside me slowly, wrenching a loud moan from deep in my chest.
He's still hard.
How is he always still hard?
“Carlos,” I moan, shocked as I begin to climb quickly.
“I’m just getting started, baby.”
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