He grinds his teeth and starts to pull his hands from under mine, but I tighten my hold on him.
“Don’t move your hands. I have zip ties in the kitchen, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
I squeeze him with my inner walls as I move slower, relishing in the feel of him inside of me. I throw my head back as his hips lift off of the bed and he tries to thrust deeper.
“Babe… babe…” Hearing the need as his body starts to tremble, I slam down against him as hard as I can, moving faster.
Rhett’s fingers dig into my flesh, bordering on being painful.
“Evie,” he grinds out as his body bows off the bed.
Every muscle in Rhett’s body tenses as his lips part and a breath hisses from him. I feel him jerk inside of me and I slow down, sensually grinding myself against him as my own orgasm shreds through me.
As I’m coming down from the pleasure, Rhett rips his hands from where I’ve been keeping them locked to my breasts. He grabs hold of my shoulders and yanking me down against his chest, he rolls me onto my back. Covering every inch of me with his body, he buries his face in my neck as a cry shudders through him.
I wrap my arms around him and press kisses to his shoulder and neck as my own tears warm my cheeks.
When he regains control of himself, he doesn’t try to hide his tears from me, but lifts his head and kisses me.
Tasting our tears, I now understand what Rhett meant when he said I’m both his undoing and saving grace.
I feel exactly the same.
When he breaks the kiss and stares down at me, he asks, “Where did that come from?”
I grin sheepishly as I say, “I told you I’m into extreme sports.”