Tied with Me

I nod wordlessly, panting, a big quivering mess.

Fuck yes, and I had no idea it’s something I could like!

He grins against my lips and then suddenly sits back and flips me effortlessly onto my stomach, hooks one arm under my hips, boosting me up on my knees, resting forward on my elbows.

My hands are still tied and useless, and if I thought I felt vulnerable before, it was nothing compared to this.

Nothing.

I can’t see him. I can only feel him, hear him.

His hands pull firmly down my back to my ass, kneading my muscles, making me groan. “I love your body, too, Nicole. Your body is firm and small, but your ass is round and fits my hands perfectly.” He cups the globes in his hands and spreads the cheeks, exposing my core. “Your pussy is gorgeous. Pink.”

His breath is right there, at my opening, and I just know he’s going to lick me, suck my lips until I can’t stand it anymore, and I’m not disappointed.

He licks me in one long, fluid motion from clit to anus and back down again, then back up to run that talented tongue around my labia. I can feel myself swell under his touch. I grip the sheets in my hands and push back, not shy about asking for more of him.

“Do you know how much I thought of you last night, baby?” he asks as he inserts two fingers into my pussy and lazily circles them, brushing over my sweet spot. “I thought of doing this to you last night, tied up and begging me for more.”

God, I love his dirty mouth!

“I love how your cunt clenches around my fingers.” He kisses my right ass cheek. “My tongue.” Kisses my left cheek. “My cock.”

He sucks on my clit for just a millisecond, and when I cry out, begging him for more, he just continues to circle those fingers in my pussy.

“I don’t want you to come yet. I have more planned for you.”

He’s going to fucking kill me.

He plants his lips over my clit again, making me crazy, then pulls away right before I’m about to come.

“Matt!”

“Patience,” he croons.

“I want you!”

“I know, and I love it.” He kisses my ass again, then the small of my back, and begins to kiss up my spine, between my shoulders, my neck and then covers me with his body, one hand still planted with his fingers inside me, and rests his lips next to my ear. “Do you remember when we read your book, about two men fucking one woman?”

“Yes.”

“And you said that you’d like to know what it feels like?”

I nod my head, but he bites my earlobe and growls, “Words.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You are mine. This”—he wiggles his fingers inside me, making me bite my lip—“is mine. But I’m going to show you what having both of your holes fucked at the same time feels like. Are you ready?”

“God, yes,” I reply immediately.

He chuckles and kisses his way down my back. I hear him uncap the lube and suddenly feel cold liquid pouring down my asshole.

“It’s cold.” I chuckle, but somehow, even that is hot as hell.

“I’ll warm you up,” he replies and pulls his fingers from my pussy up to my slippery ass, just playing with the very outside. “How does that feel?”

“Weird, but good,” I reply. I lean down, resting my cheek on the bed, pushing my ass higher in the air, ready for whatever he’s about to give me.

He guides his cock into my pussy, sliding easily inside me, burying himself balls-deep with a low growl. “God, Nic, you’re so fucking tight.”

I clench around him, hard, unable to stop my muscles from hugging him, pulling him even deeper. His fingers are still circling my ass, rubbing, until he slips one inside, knuckle-deep and stills.

“That’s just one, baby.”

“Oh God, Matt!” It feels so full, so…amazing.

He begins to move, slowly pumping his rock-hard dick in and out of me, dragging the head over my sweet spot, helping me climb higher and higher.

“Tell me when you’re getting close. I don’t want you to go over yet.”

“Matt!” I cry again.

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to…”

He stills, breathing hard.

Sweat has broken out over my body, and I can barely catch my breath, but I don’t even care. If he doesn’t start to move, I’m going to maim him.

He pulls out halfway, and another finger joins the first, then he slams home again, stretching me even further.

“Holy fuck!” I cry out.

“You’re doing so great, baby.” He leans down and kisses my back, and then begins to move again, fucking me in long, measured strokes.

It’s bloody amazing.

And then he begins to move his hand opposite of his dick, filling and emptying me in tandem, until I’m screaming and begging, for what I have no idea.

I’m not even sure I’m speaking English.

“Now, baby. Now you can come.”

I rock my hips back, and when his free arm circles my waist and his fingers brush over my clit, I’m lost. I cry out, my body exploding in white heat, bearing down on him and calling out his name.

Both of his hands are gliding up and down my back now. He’s buried balls-deep and unmoving, letting me ride out the rest of my orgasm. Finally, he pulls out of me and turns me to my back and quickly unties my hands.

“I need your hands on me,” he pants, untying his knots as quickly as possible.

“Need to touch you,” I agree, and when I’m freed, I cup his face and kiss him deeply.

He plunges inside me and braces himself on his elbows, wrapping himself around me as if he just can’t get close enough.

“I love you, little one,” he whispers against my lips.

I still and snap my eyes open, staring into his deep-blue ones. My heart thumps against his chest as he pulls his hips back, sliding out of me almost completely, then pushing back inside me again. I bite my lip and feel tears form in the corners of my eyes.

“Give in to this, Nic. Let me prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you ever make.”

He brushes his lips over my cheeks, wiping away the tears that are falling as I watch this amazing man above me.

But what if I can’t give him everything he deserves?

“I love you, too,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.

He buries his face in my neck and quickens his pace, chanting my name, and words of love, as he finally lets go, succumbing to his own orgasm.

He pulls out, kisses me one last time before sauntering into the bathroom, where water starts to run. A few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth. After he cleans me, he hugs me to him. I’m resting on his chest, and he brushes my hair with his fingers, kissing my forehead.