“Andy…please!”

It didn’t take long for Rafe to beg. I’m actually a little disappointed at how easily he went from looking determined to begging for my pussy.

But I can’t really blame him. I’ve been torturing him with gentle touches and brushing my wet core against him for at least ten minutes. The headboard and leather belt creak with every movement he makes and the sound makes my whole body clench.

I need him inside me as badly as he wants me, so I guess play time is done.

“Shh. I’ll take care of you, Rafe.” I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine. My tongue glides along his lips, requesting entrance. His lips slide open, allowing me in, and our tongues war, both demanding dominance. I finally pull away and grasp his cock, settling it at my wet core.

He gasps when I slip just the head inside me. I clench around him, and he groans. The headboard creaks. I slide down slowly, inch by glorious inch, letting his thick, hard cock stretch me.

“Fuck…” I drop my head back and savor the feeling of his big dick spreading me wide.

When he’s finally seated all the way inside me, I pause for a moment and meet his eyes. Lust burns in their dark depths, a fire shimmering across the sea of bourbon. I squeeze around him, and his eyes roll back into his head.

“Christ, Andy, you feel so incredible.”

I roll my hips and ease my way up his length. He groans and tugs at the restraints. “Let me out of this so I can touch you.”

Tempting. But not yet.

I want to savor the control for another minute.

Another roll of my hips as I lower myself back down his cock has his hips bucking up to meet mine. I start a slow rhythm. Up and down. Rolling my hips and clenching my pussy around him.

His chest heaves, and his hips thrust up to meet mine with every pass.

I finally lean forward and unwrap the belt, freeing his wrists. His arms drop down, and he shakes his hands before they find my hips. Fingers dig into my flesh, and he drives up into me in earnest.

Every pump of his hips meets my downward thrust, sending him deep inside me. The head of his cock drags along my G-spot with each movement, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my already sensitized body.

His pushes himself up on one hand and captures one of my nipples between his teeth. A soft nip sends me crashing over the edge again. My pussy clenches around him as wave after wave of pleasure takes me to oblivion.

He rolls us until I’m on my back and tugs my hips up, giving himself the angle he needs to pound into me in a relentless tempo designed to find his own release.

Four hard pumps of his hips and he roars out my name, burying himself deep inside me. His head drops next to mine on the pillow, and his panting breaths fan against my ear.

No words are spoken. Because nothing needs to be said.

That was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. And it wasn’t just because I haven’t been laid in a while and needed to get off. No, it was because Rafe was so open, it allowed me to be completely free too. We just mesh. We fit together. And that’s both thrilling and terrifying. The tightness in my chest only eases when he rolls off me to the side.

What if this was too much for him? The belt? The dominance.

He may run. It wouldn’t be the first time.

He shifts up from the bed and disappears into the adjoining bathroom. When he returns, I’m almost afraid to look at him, but the grin on his face sends a jolt of relief through me.

No man grins like that unless he’s satisfied and enjoyed himself. No man.

Rafe crawls back into bed and over to me until he’s resting his head against my shoulder.

“Well, that was certainly…a new experience.”

My laugh joins his and the sound fills the room.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?”

He pushes up on his elbows and presses a kiss to my temple. “Very much a compliment.”

“Mmm. Good.” I burrow deeper into the pillows and roll onto my side to face him. “Because insulting your boss would probably be bad for your career.”

He bursts out laughing and rolls onto his back, dropping an arm over his eyes. “Shit, don’t remind me of how complicated this situation is, please. Just let me enjoy the aftereffects of this. I need it after this week.”

“Did you ever watch the video from the game?”

His head jerks up, and he looks over at me. “What? Hell no! I don’t want to see that shit.”

I crawl over to him and grin. “I can understand that. Let me just tell you, the camera doesn’t do you justice.” My eyes drift down to his semi-hard dick, which twitches at my words.

“Oh really?”

I lick my lips and smile as I work my way down his body. “Really. And I’d love a repeat performance.”