His flesh against mine. Nothing in the way.
It's too much. I have to close my eyes. I relax into his touch, his movements, his guidance.
He keeps his hands on my hips, bringing my body onto his as he drives into me.
I'm already so fucking worked up. I need him inside me. I need him filling me.
But I can't take more.
His next thrust pushes me to the edge.
My hips rock.
My wrists strain against my cuffs.
I look back at Mal, at this beautiful, powerful man who's using every bit of his force to bring me pleasure.
He's fucking perfect.
This is fucking perfect.
Fuck-
With his next thrust, I go over the edge. It's intense. The pulse of my orgasm is painful, but the bliss that follows is divine.
I have nothing left.
I sink into his touch, into his motions.
He can see it. He pins me to the bed and brings his body onto mine. Then it's his lips on my lips.
He kisses me, hard, as he drives into me.
As he thrusts through his orgasm.
As he shakes and shudders and groans against my lips.
Fuck, he feels good pulsing inside me.
Once he's spilled every drop, he pulls out and places his body next to mine. He takes his time undoing my restraints, checking my wrists, my fingers, my forearms.
Then he wraps me in his arms and holds me until I fall asleep.
And it's fucking perfect.
23
Mal
I drop Lacey off at her place as the sun is rising into the sky.
She leans against me as I lead her up the stairs. She's slow about taking out her keys and unlocking her door.
She turns around and looks up at me. "I'm going to be dead at work today."
"I'll make sure to keep you up."
Her cheeks flush. "You will." She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. "That was perfect, Mal. Thank you."