The restraint melted away her last shred of resistance. She was his now, if only for this moment. Her eyes shut, savouring the freedom in that, savouring the tight bondage around her wrists and how it made her feel.
Mike sighed heavily. “It’s a dire situation when a man has to travel halfway around the world for a good lay.”
He spoke as if to himself, but it turned her on even more because it was like a raw confession, one that her ego needed to here, one that he had never uttered before. She gave a husky laugh, but her heart soared – anticipation, and sheer, heady delight at his comment making her dizzy. “Is that what I am, a good lay?”
He nodded. “The best.”
Her head dropped back. Her body felt boneless. He’d never said anything like that to her before.
Leading her to the bedside with a tug on the belt, he gestured, indicating that she lie down. She sat, and then lay flat out. It was getting difficult to breathe. He lifted her hands with the belt, jerking them at the wrist so that her arms were straight and her breasts rolled together. He seemed to like the way that looked, and strapped her to the metal bedpost, bending the soft leather belt over on itself and looping it through the buckle, to hold her in place with her arms above her head. When it was done, he rested a kiss on one nipple, making her arch against the surface of the bed.
She watched as he stripped off. His body, so familiar, made her ache. The sight of his naked, erect cock set her on fire, and she wriggled against the restraints.
He shook his head, ran his hand over her belly and then lower, pushing a finger into her slit. “Open your legs, let me see you.”
She did as he said and he watched while he stroked his cock with one hand. The way he was looking at her was so blatant. With her legs splayed, her burning pussy was exposed. Liquid dribbled down in between her buttocks. Her clit was buzzing with the need to be touched, her sex gaping and yet contracting inside.
He climbed over her, landing with his hot cockhead against her splayed pussy. Her clit leaped, the contact making her legs thrash wildly. “Always so eager,” he murmured, pushing her loosed hair back as he looked down at her with curiosity in his expression.
Had he doubted she’d still want him? It was there, ever so briefly, in his eyes. And then he was nudging inside her and thoughts melted into sensation.
He pushed. The walls of her aching sex stretched to accommodate him, her pulse pounding, silently screaming: So good. Being filled by this man – who she loved so desperately – was even better than she had remembered during all those nights tossing and turning. It didn’t matter if it was a day or a year, there was no memory or dream as stunning as that feeling of being suddenly filled, his hard shaft ploughing her deep. Then he hit home, brushing her core, and she moaned loudly and lifted within her restraints, her back arching, her shoulders jerking up from the surface of the bed.
“Oh yes,” he murmured, and kissed her mouth.
All that pent-up regret and longing, all that frustration poured out of her, and she locked eyes with him and ground her hips to meet his.
He thrust his cock deep inside her.
“You didn’t come all the way here . . . for this,” she managed to accuse, with a gasp for air on his thrust, “surely?”
He nodded, his brow drawn down with the effort.
“It’s a long way to . . . come . . . for a shag, Mike.”
He gave a hoarse laugh, and pulled out, urging her to chase after him. Her hips reacted of their own accord, reaching for him, angled up from the bed. Her pussy brushed fleetingly against his cock. Her hands moved helplessly in the belt.
With a soft chuckle, he thrust home again, making her gasp. “Oh yes, I came here for this, but not just for a one-off. For you, all of you. I want you to be mine.”
A tight fist contracted in her chest. Her gaze searched his, looking for the truth.
He eased back inside. “Yes, I love you, you crazy diamond,” he whispered, and his eyes shone.
Tears of relief blurred her vision. Her heart beat frantically, the ache in her chest blossoming into joy.
He nodded at her, reinforcing his words. Then he lifted on his arms and started to thrust hard and fast, massaging her most sensitive places, sending hot tides of sensation over her entire body.
She cried out, trying to hold back to gain the measure of his words, but it was too much. Her whole body had been ready for this for far too long, and now he was inside her and she couldn’t help shouting her joy. Her body met his, her hands wrapped around the leather belt for purchase.
Hard and fast, they thrashed out their longing, their differences and their desires. The bed rattled and shunted on the tiled floor, creaking loudly.
Her core spasmed. Relief was imminent.
“You feel so good.” The words were wrenched from his lungs. “I want be here for ever.”
He was close, and she knew that because she knew this man so well.
Her climax hit, her whole body shuddered with the force of it. She held him deep inside and squeezed his cock hard with her inner muscles. He clutched at her, his cock jerking hard, his fingers in her hair and words of love on his lips as he came.