Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

“Be right back,” she finally says as she hops off my lap and runs to my closet.

I sigh.

I guess I understand how she feels every time I tease her and make her wait for sex.

She runs back, holding a couple of my ties in her hand.

“What are those for? Do I get to tie you up?” I ask.

“No, I’m tying you up. That way you won’t hurt yourself, and we can still have sex.”

I frown, not liking her logic, but as she hops back on my lap and my cock strains against my pants, there is no arguing with her. I want her. And if this is how I can have her, fine.

“Hold out your right arm,” she says.

I do.

She takes it and begins tying the tie gently around my wrist before attaching it to the bed.

“I can get out of that you know.”

She smiles. “I’m aware. I mainly want your injured arm out of the way, so I remember not to touch it.”

She glances back at my leg. “Do I need to tie your leg up too?”

I grab her waist, pulling her to me as I sweep a kiss hungrily on her lips, not letting her stall this any longer.

She kisses back, just as hungrily, forgetting that I'm injured or that she needs to be careful. Her hands grab my neck and tangle in my hair, holding me to her.

I tangle my one free hand in her hair, keeping her lips locked with mine. We don’t always kiss when we fuck, but when we do, it's like fireworks go off. Lighting strikes our bodies, and we can't stop kissing. No matter what.

I reach for the hem of her shirt needing her T-shirt off.

She grabs the hem and lifts it over her head, tossing it to the floor giving me access to her perfect tits. I massage the soft flesh of her breast as it fills my hand.

Her moans are like honey. Sweet and sultry and beautiful. I love the sounds she makes with her throat. Sounds that I cause.

Her fingers rake down my chest, feeling every muscle in their wake.

She's fierce as she moves her hands over my body, knowing exactly what she wants, and not being sorry for it.

I try to pull her pants down, but she swats my hand away.

I frown.

"You need to learn to be patient," she says, grinning and enjoying herself far too much.

She stands, and I pout, as I try to grab her and pull her back to me. She fights me off.

She very slowly lowers her pants like she is putting on a show for me. Wiggling her hips as the pants fall slowly to the floor.

I growl at her naked body that is a few feet away that I don't get to touch.

I pull at the tie that is barely holding me to the bed.

She wags her finger back and forth at me.

I growl.