His hands dig into my hips as he thrusts into me harder and faster. I can hear how wet I am, and, fuck me, it turns me on just knowing he can too.
“Come with me,” he orders.
Unable to stop myself even if I wanted to, I do, squeezing my pussy tightly around him, milking him as I moan his name.
He snarls as he spends himself inside me before his weight collapses over me for a moment.
Anyone else, and I’d feel panic. Being restrained in any way is not my favorite thing, but with Blink, it brings me an odd kind of comfort.
“Are you still mad at me?” I whisper once I’ve caught my breath.
“I was mad?” he asks, confused, which sends me into a fit of giggles.
“Oh man, you just handed me the golden key. Anytime I piss you off, all I need to do is bend over, and you’ll forget all about it.”
He strokes his fingers down my spine and chuckles.
“I want to disagree, but it would be a lie. You make me lose my mind.” He sounds surprised by his admission.
He slips out and helps me stand.
“If it’s any sort of consolation, I lose my head around you too,” I admit.
His thumb tenderly strokes my cheek, his face going soft.
“Yeah, Mal, it is.”
He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose in a sweet gesture, despite the fact that we’re both half-naked and reeking of sex.
And I stand there and soak it all in.