“While you’re out there, give Bruno a bunch of treats to keep him busy! He might find this confusing!” I called out. Silence. “Braden? Honey? You’re not leaving, are you?” He came back in with a bottle of white wine and a sexy smile.

“What do you think?” he asked with laughter in his voice. He stopped just to look at me, laying there naked and panting in nine hundred dollar shoes and tied to a bed with Hermes scarves. We were kinky but we were stylish.

“I think that it’s an odd moment for a toast.” He opened the bottle, knelt down beside me, and gently dripped a little wine onto one of my ni**les, which got even harder when I discovered the wine was properly chilled. Then he leaned down and began licking and sucking it off. The combination of the cold wine and his hot mouth launched me into orbit and I moaned and bucked my hips like I was doing a horizontal Twerk. My nerves were lit up. My body was on fire and I knew that I was soaking wet and ready to rumble. He did the same thing on the other side and I went half out of my mind. Okay, all the way out of my mind. I was already half out of my mind.

“Oh ga!” I panted. He dripped wine into my bellybutton and began to suck it out as my volume continued to rise and my coherence continued to dissolve. I sounded like I was speaking in Klingon at that point. Make that screaming in Klingon.

“You know I think this is a good year,” he said, checking out the label while I tried to collect my scrambled thoughts. I needed him to understand me. And so. I forced. Myself. To enunciate. Clearly.

“Please! Fuck! Me!” I shouted with perfect elocution in the way that a lot of people speak to foreigners and half-deaf octogenarians. He gave me a naughty smile and looked into my eyes as he peeled off his clothes.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said seductively. When he finally pulled off his boxers I made a very happy sound. He knelt on the bed between my legs, positioned his c**k at my entrance and hooked my knees over his arms.

“Wait,” I gasped. He looked up at me expectantly. “When it’s time, pull out.” I looked down at my boobs and then back up at him. Understanding dawned and his breath hitched a little. We had found another winner for the boob man! He nodded, pushed his hips forward and sank into me slowly and deeply, expelling a ragged breath.

“Ah!” He groaned. “There’s my happy place.”

Feeling him take me almost gave me an instantaneous orgasm and I felt my muscles clenching involuntarily.

“Oh yeah!” he bit out. “I love it when you grab me like that!” He pulled back and thrust into me deeply again and again, picking up his pace as I made happy sex noises to express my joy at having him inside me. “Oh, Gabrielle! You look so sexy!” Soon we were going hard with him pounding into me and me bucking my hips back against him, my hands still secured to the bedpost. I could hear our bodies slapping together and feel the slickness of our sweat. I watched as he slid into me over and over and I even smelled sex, so this was truly an extravaganza for the senses. There was something else that I wanted too, though.

“Tell me how good it feels,” I cried out. I loved it when he talked dirty to me.

“So good,” he groaned. “So hot. So tight,” he ground out and I realized that he was having difficulty speaking at the moment too. That just turned me on more and I bucked my hips even harder. We were both completely covered in sweat now, and sliding against each other. I felt my orgasm beginning to build and I wanted it so badly.

“Braden!” I whimpered. He was breathing hard and groaning loudly, flushed, gleaming and beautiful with his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes glazed over with ecstasy. “Don’t stop! So close!” I pleaded. I could see that he was barely holding on, but I knew that I was almost ready too.

“Let go, baby.” He gasped and adjusted his angle so he was rubbing against my clit more directly. Okay, that was the spot!

“Braden!” I screamed as I rapidly scaled Mt. Orgasm. I was fairly sure the folks in the lobby knew his name by now. I moaned loudly and went writhing and flailing over the edge, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching around him, grabbing his c**k tightly in waves. My body shuddered hard and relief flooded over me like a warm bath. My muscles finally stopped pulsing and I lay there dazed as Braden kept thrusting into me.

“Going to come,” he said hoarsely and pulled out. Kneeling over me, he stroked himself rapidly for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on my rising and falling br**sts and then with a rapturous look he came hard. He just stared for a couple of minutes. I honestly think he was speechless. Finally, he said something.

“I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.” With that he collapsed next to me for a minute before he pulled himself up and untied my hands. He went into the bathroom and came back with a warm damp towel and then tenderly washed me off. He returned to bed and cuddled me into his arms, stroking my hair for a while. Eventually, we sat up and drank some more of the wine straight from the bottle and shared some very loving but sort of sloppy wine kisses. I was about to take off my shoes when he stopped me.

“Leave them on,” he said, giving me that blue flame look I recognized. I looked down at his lap and found a happy surprise. My Energizer Bunny was still going.

I left the shoes on. I had them on when he had me bent over with my hands flat against the wall as he held onto my hips and pounded into me fast and hard from behind. I still had them on later when he had me laying on my back on the dining room table, with my ankles on his shoulders, slowly rolling his hips while he groaned and told me how he wanted to bury himself inside me forever. In fact, it wasn’t until after he had me against the wall with my leg wrapped tightly around him, thrusting into me until we both came one last time that I finally took them off. I have to say, I definitely got a lot of wear out of those shoes.

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning after showering and getting ready for our trip to his parents’ house I quickly called my parents to check in and say “hi”. My father grilled me for a while to make sure that I was remembering to triple lock my doors and carry a rape whistle, and that I knew what to do in case of a terrorist attack. And then my mother got on the phone and talked about how twenty-six was a great age to get married and reminded me that she and my dad loved Braden and would be thrilled to have grandchildren someday. I was going to need to tell them about our plans soon so that my father could stop worrying and my mother could stop hinting.