Then I took the leather strips and pressed them to her pussy, wetting them with her juices, before coming over her and bringing them to her mouth, commanding her to lick them clean. “See how much this turns you on, sweetheart? What I do to you, the taste I am always starving for.”
Before moving, I released the blindfold and looked deeply into her chocolate eyes. They were glazed over with passion, well on her way to subspace. I played with her tits and nipples on my way back to kneeling behind her. Then attacked her pussy with a vengeance, but backed off as soon as I felt her on the brink. I did it over and over until her body was humming with need and she was sucking in big gulps of oxygen.
“You’ve been such a good girl, sweetheart. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come?”
“Please, Gabe.”
I whipped the crop across her ass. “I did not specifically tell you to answer.”
She looked back at me, her lips pinched together, the color drained from them as she attempted to keep silent.
My mouth back on her pussy, I plunged two fingers into her tight little hole and heard her moan. I kept my position as I administered another lashing and greedily sucked up the rush of arousal that flooded my mouth.
“Come, Charlotte,” I mumbled against her.
Her orgasm ripped through her and I lapped up every drop, alternating between her clit and tongue fucking her, keeping her flying high for as long as possible. After she had come three times, she was limp and barely able to keep herself upright. I backed off and ripped away my boxers, unable to wait any longer.
“You were incredible, sweetheart. I’m proud of you for obeying me. Grab onto the headboard and this time I want to hear you. Scream the house down so everyone in this building knows you are being thoroughly fucked.”
“Gabe, I don’t think I can,” she whimpered.
I used my hand this time, leaving a beautiful palm print and draining my last reserves of control. “You can and you will, Charlotte. When I tell you to, you will come for me one more time.”
Strands of her long blonde hair were glued to the skin of her back from sweat. I grabbed a handful and wrapped it around my fist, tightening, but not pulling. My cock was so hard, I was worried I might blow the moment I was inside her. I squeezed the base for a second, trying to push back my orgasm. It was just enough that I had a little more confidence. I lined it up with her pussy and plunged inside, bottoming out in that first thrust. She screamed, the sound making my ears ring and making my cock, somehow, impossibly harder.
I set a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out so hard that the bed slammed up against the wall. Her pussy was clenching around my dick, practically strangling the life out of it.
“Oh fuck. Damn you’re tight, sweetheart. Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”
Every time I pulled out, it fought to keep me, the suction almost too strong. I firmed my grip on her hair and began to tug it roughly with every forward shove, not enough to truly hurt her, but enough to cause a tingling prick of pain, adding to her experience.
“Yes, Gabe. Oh! Yes, yes, YES!
I felt her walls bearing down and I slapped her ass. “Not until I give you permission, Charlotte.” I could see her bite her lip, desperately struggling not to come.
“I could spend my life doing nothing but fucking you, sweetheart. Your pussy was created just for me. Oh fuck, yes! That’s it, take it deep and don’t let go. Fucking hell!” I was yelling as loud as she was at that point.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I brought my hand down on her ass four times, tugging her hair with each slap. “Come for me, Charlotte!” I bellowed and with one last drive deep, I pulled her hair hard and reached around to slap her pussy, setting us both skyrocketing into oblivion.
I’d never come so hard and long in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if that amount of come and the force with which it was shooting into her, made her birth control obsolete. Particularly with the way I felt Charlotte’s body taking every last drop. It was that fucking good.
Chapter 12
Charlotte
Gabe woke me a few hours later and made love to me gently. It had none of the frenzied urgency of the night before but left me just as satisfied. He was careful with me as he stroked into me lazily, like he had all the time in the world. And I guessed he did since I’d agreed to become his wife. After we’d both come, he’d drawn me a bath, carrying me into the bathroom and sitting in the tub with me while I let the hot water soothe the aches I still felt from my introduction into the rougher side of sex. When I started to drift off in his lap, he lifted me out of the tub, dried us both off and carried me back to bed, where we’d spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other as we slept.
I woke again in the morning to the sound of Gabe’s voice. ‘Wake up, sleepy head.”
“Too early.” My voice was muffled by the pillow I buried my face into. I didn’t have another final until tomorrow and I had no desire to wake up until after noon. I needed to make up all the sleep I’d lost the last two nights. A loss that was well worth the pleasure I’d received, but one which needed to be at least partially caught up on soon or else I’d become a cranky bitch. No amount of orgasms would stop it from happening. I was a person who needed her sleep. If I was going to marry Gabe, it was a lesson he needed to learn sooner rather than later. Wait a second.
I turned my head to the left and lifted my hand into my line of sight. There it was. The antique diamond ring Gabe had slid onto my finger last night. An engagement ring. I’d told Gabe I would marry him.
“We’re engaged.”
He rubbed the underside of my finger along the gold encircling it. “Your future hubby refuses to leave home without a goodbye kiss.”
My freak out stopped in its tracks while he claimed my lips. As always, I lost myself in his kiss and all thoughts flew out of my brain. But then they came rushing back in as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and I heard the front door close behind him. In the cold light of day, without Gabe around to fog my mind, my decision to accept his proposal seemed insane.
I needed advice, and there was only one person I went to when I wanted input into my decisions. I groped at the nightstand for my cell phone to call my sister.
“Morning,” she chirped. “How are finals going?”
“Easy peasy so far.” My voice cracked as tears filled my eyes.
“Then why do you sound like it’s the end of the world?”
“A lot has happened since I last saw you,” I sniffled.
“Today is Wednesday, Charlotte. I saw you on Sunday. How much could have happened in three days? Is this about the professor you were telling me about?” Her pitch got higher with each question. “Did he hurt you? Do I need to send Brysen over?”
“Not unless he wants to see my engagement ring before you do.”
Dead silence met my flippant remark. I could practically picture the stunned look on her face. “I’m sending a car for you.”
“I can drive over, you know.”
“Nope,” she shot back. “No way. No how. This calls for alcohol and you’re drinking with me.”
I glanced down at the screen of my phone. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning and I have my last final tomorrow.”
“Too bad, so sad,” she sighed. “’Cause you’re coming over and you’re drinking bloody marys or mimosas with me. Depending on how the conversation goes, we may move on to the harder stuff at lunch. And don’t even try to tell me you’re going to study today because we both know you’ve been ready for your exams for weeks.”