Bound by the Red Thread

He adjusted their position so that his erection was rubbing against her pussy, the only thing preventing him from taking her being the clothing between them.

He slid one hand down from where he had been holding her head and cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple through the material of her sports bra. “I’ve been watching you, wanting to touch you for days. Tell me you feel the same. Being here with you and pretending I don’t want more is killing me.”

Before she could answer, he took her mouth again, settling his big body over hers. One hand slid between them and into her yoga pants, sliding down to stroke her pussy over her panties.

“We need these off,” he said, lifting and pulling her pants down and off her legs in one quick movement.

He crawled back over her and lifted her arms above her head. “Leave them there,” he commanded, his eyes boring into hers.

At her slight nod, he resumed kissing her his hands moving over her body, touching, feeling, stroking. His hands roamed back between her legs, rubbing her over the gusset of her panties.

“Paul, I…” Nicole panted, not sure what she wanted to say.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” he said against her mouth as he kissed his way down to her chest. He moved her sports bra so that her breast were free and the material was beneath them, lifting them up to his mouth.

“Perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to take one tip in his mouth, sucking and pulling on her nipple as her body writhed beneath him.

“Do you like that?” he whispered,

“Yes,” she panted back.

“Sir,” he said firmly.

“Huh?” Nicole lifted her head.

“Call me Sir. Yes, Sir. Say it.”

“Yes, Sir?” Nicole said softly. Her body continuing to respond to what his mouth was doing to her body.

The hand between her legs was pressing more firmly on her clit, and her mind was going offline with sensations.

Paul adjusted their positions again, and started rubbing his erection against her, continuing to nip and tug at her nipples with his teeth.

“Your breasts are perfect, lush and full. Just the right size for my hand,” he whispered, cupping her breast with one hand and holding it to his mouth, as he continued to rub against her panties with the other.

She began to move her hands to grab his shoulders and pull him to her.

“No. Keep them here. Next time I’ll tie them.” He lifted his head and one hand long enough to move her hands back over her head.

“I want to touch you,” she said softly.

“I know, not yet. Do what I say, and it will be so much better. Trust me.” He held her hands firmly above her head with one hand and used the other to work her panties down her legs and throw them to the floor, then he undid the ties for his sweatpants and pushed them down his hips.

“Nicole, do you want this?” he asked, looming above her.

“Yes,” she panted, staring at his huge erection. As a nurse, she’d seen lots of men, but none as beautiful as Paul.

She licked her lips and nodded still staring at him. How would that monster feel inside of her? She hadn’t had a lot of men in her life, and none since Jin Peng, and it had been such a long time since she’d been with him.

Paul stared into her eyes for a minute, before he nodded and leaned down to take her mouth with his again.

When he broke the kiss, he lifted enough to gaze into her eyes. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, I am, but we should still…” Nicole started to say.

“You’re right. We will both see a doctor first. I have one in my pocket.” He moved away from her and fumbled in his sweatpants for a minute. “Shit my wallet’s in the other room. Don’t move!”

He looked down at her and let out a long sigh, then kissed her again, before pushing off the couch and running down the hall.