Fuck.
I reached my hands to grab the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. Our lips collided a second later in a rough kiss; the kiss we’d both been aching for all day. While he kissed me, he began tearing at my clothes. My wedding dress was practically sewn onto me, though, and he quickly grew impatient and frustrated with its removal.
Pulling his lips from mine, he complained, “Fuck, Evie, are you trying to block my access tonight?” His gaze moved over my dress and I could see his mind trying to figure out the best way to get it off.
I pushed him off me and moved off the bed. Turning around to show him the back of the dress, I said, “You’ve got some buttons to undo, and don’t even think of ripping it off. This dress cost me a fortune.” The buttons ran the length of the dress and Maree had warned me Kick would get frustrated with it, but I’d loved it too much to worry about that. Plus, I figured by the time he got me out of it, he’d be so worked up that I’d be guaranteed some rough sex.
He came to me and began working on the buttons. When he was about half way down my back, he said, “Jesus fuck, woman, I was a fan of this dress until now.”
I grinned to myself. Smiling sweetly at him, I said, “Sorry, baby, I thought you’d like it more.”
He practically growled and his touch grew rougher as his fingers worked harder and faster to get the buttons undone. A couple of minutes later, he had the dress and my underwear off and he spun me around to face him. I sucked in a breath at his face. I’d never seen him so desperate to have me. And I felt that desperation deep inside.
I reached out to take hold of his cock, but he grabbed it before I got there. “I think I’m gonna have to cuff you tonight, sweetheart,” he said, his breathing growing ragged. He let my hand go. “Wait there,” he commanded and walked to the drawer where he kept his toys.
After rummaging through the drawer for what felt like ages, he shoved it closed, and muttered, “Fuck.” Looking over at me, he asked, “Do you remember where the fuck I put the cuffs?”
Shaking my head, I said, “No.”
Without saying anything else, he stalked out of the room. I did as he said and stayed where I was, hoping he would hurry back.
A minute later, he stalked back into the bedroom, no cuffs in sight. I sensed his frustration and when he grabbed something from the drawer and slammed it shut, I heard that frustration. Kick was not a patient man.
He came to me, holding the roll of bondage tape he didn’t use that often. Cuffs were his preference, or rope. But tape was quick to use and I figured that was why he’d gone with it tonight. His eyes met mine, and he said, “On the bed, baby, back against the headboard, arms up.”
Our bed had a padded headboard, which he’d insisted on for my comfort. Attached to the wall just above the headboard was a wrought iron bar and that was one of Kick’s favourite things in our entire house. It was what he often used to restrain me. The bar was also one of my favourite things because when he used it, I was guaranteed the best orgasms.
I sat on the bed, watching with anticipation as he came to me. He grabbed one of my hands and taped it to the bar, and then repeated this with my other hand. My core clenched; he was rougher than I’d hoped for, and I
loved it.
He dumped the tape on the floor and then took hold of my jaw with one hand while the other one trailed down my neck to my breasts. His eyes followed his hand and lingered on my chest for a while before coming back to meet my gaze. “Fucking hell, Evie, even after all these years, I want you so damn much.” He brought his lips to mine and kissed me while still holding my jaw firmly. I could feel his need in his kiss, and my heart beat faster in my chest at the thought of what was to come.
After he ended the kiss, he let me go and spread my legs wide, bringing my knees up so my feet were resting on the bed. His eyes focused on my pussy, and I watched as he fought to control himself. Kick was good at making himself wait, but that didn’t mean his restraint was easy to achieve. He had to work hard at it.
Shifting onto his stomach, he positioned his mouth so he could lick the length of my pussy. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. His hands gripped my legs, and his lips and tongue brought me to orgasm faster than they ever had. I screamed out his name and fought against the tape that was restraining me.
I need to touch him.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispered as he moved and brought his face to mine.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. Oh god, I loved this man. “Undo me, Kick, I want to touch you . . .”
I hadn’t expected him to listen to me, but he moved off the bed, grabbed his knife from the drawer and came back to free me. However, he didn’t have plans for me to touch him. He grabbed hold of me and pulled me to him. Then he moved a pillow down the bed and flipped me so my belly was lying over the pillow with my ass slightly raised. He took hold of both my hands and stretched my arms out on the bed above me while he lay over the top of me. Pressing my hands into the bed, he grunted as he slammed his cock into me.
Hard.
Rough.
Yes.
He pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck,” he growled against my ear sending even more pleasure through me. I loved hearing his need escape from his lips.
The room was silent around us except for the feral sounds of Kick fucking me. Bodies slamming together, breaths coming hard and fast, grunts as we both reached for our release, and, finally, the roar as we orgasmed.
Kick collapsed on top of me and I didn’t even care that his weight was almost crushing me. I was lost in the pleasure he’d just given me. Eventually, he did move off me to lie next to me. He pulled me against his body, positioning me so my head was resting on his chest.
We were silent for a few minutes until he said, “Promise me we’ll still be fucking like that when we’re sixty.”