Make Believe Wife

She slips into my lap and snuggles against me. We start rocking again but much slower, the ropes teasing me and keeping my next orgasm hovering nearby.

The knowledge that her pussy is wet and dripping with her cum is too much for me. I push Roxy back, pressing her to the floor and put my lips around her clit.

She grabs my hair, yelping. I moan in pleasure as she forces my head down, letting me squirm my tongue deep between her lips. The tight ropes press against my mouth and I feel how slick they are with her pleasure.

As Auntie Midori says, if your rope isn’t sticky, you didn’t do it right.

I grab the lines on Roxy’s hips and drag her towards me, lifting her. I devour her with my lips and tongue, grazing her with my teeth. She thrashes in my tight hold, struggling against the ropes and being pleasured by them at the same time.

I hold her to me even tighter, pressing my tongue deep inside. I feel her start to thrash all over until it’s hard to keep my grip, but it isn’t easy to hold on to her at all. Roxy twists like a cat as she responds to the intensity of our lovemaking.

Seriously, it’s al

ways better with rope.

When she comes, I slide my hands around her, gripping her butt cheeks as I lower her to the floor. I drink up every delicious drop of her orgasm and I don’t stop until she’s still, exhausted and panting from the tension.

She holds out her arms and I gather her against me and lay down with her. Our limbs are so tangled together I can’t tell who’s who. It doesn’t matter. We’re together. It’s all us.

If you had told me a week ago that I would pick a girl up from the gutter and fall in love with her—so much so that it completely changed my world—I might have tried to have you committed. The very idea, even now, seems impossible.

But here we are. The first decision I ever made to step outside my comfort zone, and it turned out to be the best one I ever made.

“This time, I’m on top.” Roxy’s whisper is almost like a growl. My little panther. Savage and sweet at the same time.

I lean over and kiss her again, feeling the ropes digging into me, the pleasure singing through me.

Roxy. I couldn’t have found any of this without her.

It’s time to make this fake engagement real. I’m never giving her up.

Thirty-Two

Roxanne

When I stretch and roll, just beginning to wake, I feel a gap beneath me and flail my arms. It doesn’t save me, I still end up crashing to the floor.

Luckily, I didn’t have far to fall. I’m not sure how I made it on to the couch last night. I don’t even know when we took our ropes off.

They lay coiled by the edge of the lounge, like snakes in the cold. Still and waiting, full of the promise of fire.

I look around, blinking in the warm light streaming in through the big side window. The apartment is quiet. Too quiet.

“Helen?” My voice echoes. No one answers.

I stand up and head down the hall, checking her room and the spare bedroom. I don’t see her and even though I feel an instant stab of anxiety, I push it away firmly.

She wouldn’t leave me. I have to put a stop to all that crap. Fear and all it’s conditioned responses are my enemy. Trust is all I have left.

I take a warm shower, lingering over my rope marks. Each and every one is like a kiss of pleasure on my skin.

Just thinking about it has my pussy throbbing. I run my hands across my body, slick with soap and let my imagination run wild.

Helen is an incredible lover. The natural restraint that she has taught herself over the years makes her patient but passionate at the same time. I know for certain that I have never had anyone pay such careful attention to me. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being loved.

I wash my hair out, wondering if I should grow it. Maybe I’ll get a cool color. Who knows what top models do these days?

As I get out and wrap myself in Helen’s robe, I have to laugh at myself. The idea of me being a model is so far out I don’t believe it yet. To think, all these years I’ve been sweeping floors and scrubbing bars when I could have been kicking back in pretty clothes.