Kimber

I watch Julián slide on a condom while I’m still trembling with the aftershocks of the earthshattering orgasm he just gave to me. He must have had it stashed in one of the decorative wicker baskets I keep next to the couch. I saw him reach up over my head a second ago. The room glows in the light of the fire and it’s romantic but it’s also hot as hell. Julián and I are covered from head to toe in a thin sheen of sweat. My hair is damp and sticking to the sides of my face and a trickle of sweat runs down between his perfectly cut pectoral muscles. I want to lick it off of him but he is in control tonight. I forgo the urge and watch him lower down over me.

He kisses a trail up my tummy to a spot right behind my ear that makes me crazy. He knows I love the feel of his tongue and his warm breath near my ear, he knows everything about my body. Julián is the best lover I’ve ever had and after that orgasm I feel like shouting it from the rooftops.

“Are you ready for something a little different?” he whispers in my ear. My hands stop exploring the muscles of his back and my heart skips a beat.

“Like what?”

He presses his scruffy cheek against mine and I feel him smile. “It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise I’m going to like?”

“Of course.”

“Not one of your pranks?”

“No, baby. I don’t play pranks on you, you’re special.”

I relax and agree to whatever he has up his sleeve. “Okay, then.”

He rises up and produces a long black scarf from under a pillow on his right. When he holds it up I can see that it’s not really a scarf but the sash from a dress of mine.

“What’s that for?”

“This,” he says lowering it to cover my eyes. My hands come up and cover his when he lifts my head and ties the sash snug shutting out all of the light in the room.

“Can you see?”

“No, is this my surprise?”

“Part of it.”

“What’s the other…” He takes my hands and raises them over my head placing them around the wrought iron leg of the coffee table. I feel cold metal surround my wrists and the clink of what I can only assume are handcuffs tightening around them. I pull against them and they rattle against the metal of the table.

“Handcuffs?”

“Yes, relax, don’t fight them. I don’t want them to hurt you, just restrain you.”

“Restrain me? Why?”

“Something new, remember?”

I let my arms go limp and try to relax but even though I trust him, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Don’t overthink it, relax and let me make you feel good.”

He’s right, the anxiety is all in my head. He would never hurt me. I know that, but what about the unexpected? What if someone walked in or the smoke alarms go off and we need to get out of the house fast? That’s stupid, the doors are locked and nothing’s going to catch on fire. Relax and see what happens.

I do my best until I feel warm liquid being dripped onto my skin. On instinct I pull at my arms and press my back against the floor shrinking away from the sensation. Its not painful, just unexpected.

His hands begin to massage the liquid into my thighs and hips, then more dripping on my belly. His hands glide over my skin and instead of shrinking away I arch my back greedy for more of this new feeling.

He lowers over me without touching. I can feel his warm breath on my face and the heat coming off of his body between us.

“Ready?” he asks and at this point I’m not sure what he is referring to but I assume it’s something good, so I nod my head up and down. His mouth covers mine hard, desperate and full of pent up desire. I slide my feet up his legs and lock my ankles behind his waist pulling my body flush with his. I’ve lost the leverage I would normally have used with my arms but I’m in damn good shape for just having had a baby, and my legs are working just fine.

I arch my back pressing against him and he moans into my mouth.

“Please, Julián, please…”

He listens and as always gives me what I want, more than what I want in fact, he gives me everything. I grab ahold of the coffee table leg when he enters me the first time. He goes in deep and it stings at first but after a few thrusts things feel good like they did before Grayson was born. I can’t see him and part of me doesn’t like that, he’s beautiful and I used to love watching him work his cock in and out of me until he came.

The loss of sight helps me to appreciate other things more like the smell of his spicy cologne on his skin mixed with his almond lotion; the sound of his breathing and his heart accelerating; the taste of his salty skin.

All of those sensations combined with his cock thrusting deep leads me to the edge of ecstasy for the second time in thirty minutes. His mouth wanders from my lips to my shoulder and back until I feel his cock swell. We are almost there when he leans back and moves my legs over his shoulders. Now… oh my God, now he’s even deeper and hitting my hot spot repeatedly.

I cry out but I don’t even know what I say. I’m in a state of euphoria where nothing but the way he feels makes sense. His body stiffens and I let go of an orgasm I didn’t know I was holding back.

“Don’t stop, please, no…” I say, panting and writhing against him. We come together with an intensity I’ve never felt with anyone.

He slides my legs off of his shoulders and pulls the blindfold off of my eyes breathing hard. I blink several times while my eyes adjust to the light and when I can, I find him staring at me with a sort of awestruck, shell-shocked expression on his face.

“What?”

He shakes his head, “You… this,” he nods to my bound hands. “Us, the way we fit together like we were made for each other, it’s nuts. I was worried you might be put off by kink but nope, not my girl.”

“Could you?” I wiggle my arms. “My fingers are starting to tingle from the lack of circulation.”

“Yeah, yeah, let me grab the key.” He slides out of me leaving me naked, sweaty, and cuffed in the middle of our pretty living room while he searches for a key on his keychain. His keychain, why does he keep the key to handcuffs on his keychain? It’s a key, I guess, but it seems weird. How long has he been into this stuff? Why hasn’t he ever told me about it?

He crouches down and turns the tiny key in the lock between my wrists freeing my numbing hands. “Thank you, you keep that on your keychain, huh?” I say nodding toward his key ring.

“Yeah, it’s small, I don’t want to lose it and leave you stuck somewhere, ya know?”

I’m quiet and he looks at me harder trying to read between the lines.

“They’re new. The handcuffs. I used to have some but they got lost when I was relocated a few years back. If you’re wondering.”

“Why did you think I’d be put off by this?”

He sits down next to me bending one knee and leaning back against a chair. I sit up rubbing my hands together to bring the blood back to them.

“I don’t know, you were pregnant and fragile and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

I push his bent knee down and scoot in between his legs with my back against his front. “I guess I understand that. Fragile, though? Me?”

“Maybe that’s not the best word. Vulnerable?”

“Yes, I was hurting, I’ll give you that.”

“Speaking of hurting,” he slides his arms around my waist and one hand down to cup my mound. “You okay?”

“Yeah, better than okay. I told you I was ready two weeks ago.”

“So, maybe we should go again?”

The phone chirps with a text message as if on cue. I lean my head back on his shoulder and groan. I hate to have this intimate moment between us end but that’s part of being a parent I guess.

He reaches over to the table glancing at the screen. “It’s grandpa, he says Grayson is getting a little fussy, wonders if we have gas drops. I can’t believe he knows about gas drops.”

“He has some but I’ve never given them to him. He probably just misses us, can we go get him?”

He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tight. “Yeah, I miss the little attention hogging guy, too. Let’s go.”

“You’re not mad?”

He scoots me forward and leans around hooking my chin with the tip of his finger so we are face to face.

“You just blew my fucking mind with the best sex of my life and you think I’m mad?”

“I just thought you might have other things planned and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, baby girl, I have so many things planned to do with you. And I can’t imagine you ever disappointing me, ever.” He lifts one lip up in a smirk and for a second I consider letting Grandpa Max try the gas drops on Grayson.

He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, “But we have forever for all that. Let’s go get our son.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. I didn’t think sex could get better with you but doing it without the bump between us was definitely better.”

I chuckle at that. It was better, I agree, but now it’s time to go back to reality, back to feeding every three hours, changing diapers, and worrying about what Caleb is up to. Our little hiatus was perfect and I’m glad we did it but now it’s back to life.