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Story: Tied
He stands and removes my boots, then reaches for the button of my jeans, glancing up the length of my body until his gaze rests on my face, searching my expression for a sign of consent, and I smile softly.
Yes.
My jeans and panties are slowly pulled off, and he kneels at the end of the bed, his hand still holding my foot, and he plants a ring of kisses around my ankle, following the faded rope scar from so long ago. Mistakenly, I thought it had healed, but I realize it hadn’t, not really, until this man I love put his hands on me and freed me. He moves up my body like a lion, slow and sure, dragging his tongue up my inner thigh, sending goose bumps across the surface of my skin. I reach for him, my hands just barely touching his tousled hair, but he resists my urging. Instead, his lips halt right below my belly button. He traces the lettered scars with his lips, lavishing kisses across each one, his hands capturingmine at my sides. As I close my eyes, a single tear slides down my cheek. Maybe it’s for the little girl who was sliced for crying too much for her mommy. Maybe it’s for the man who’s always going to punish himself. Or maybe it’s for us, for being so twisted and tied with guilt and love.
A twin teardrop falls upon my chest as he crawls up the bed, and my heart clenches with overwhelming love for him. He kisses my lips, then pulls away slightly. “We’re going to be weirdly good together,” his raspy voice whispers. “I promise.”
I smile against his lips as they come down on mine again, harder this time, sealing his statement.I know we will.
His hand slides languidly down between our bodies as we kiss, his fingers expertly working their magic, his thumb flicking my clit into a frenzy while his finger gently pushes into me.
I reach up and push his hair back from his face and move my lips across his cheek, kissing across his scars, until I reach his ear. “I want you,” I whisper.
His breathing deepens as I slide my hands down his muscled back until I reach the band of his jeans, skimming my fingers to the front to unbutton them. He leans up a bit and watches me with lustful eyes as I pull the zipper down. Noticing the tremble of my fingers, he covers my hand with his and kisses me long and deep, his warm breath mingling with mine, before standing to kick off his boots and step out of his jeans. I’m unable to take my eyes off him, my cheeks burning as I take in his muscular, tattoo-decorated body. The scars might be there, but I don’t see them. All I see is a whole lot of hotness that even my virgin body is undeniably craving. Call it chemistry or instinct, lust or love. It’s all those things and more… and I’m damp between the thighs, my pulse quickening, reveling in all his hard, commanding nakedness.
As I lie there thanking whatever God may be listening for the love and devotion of this beautiful man, a flicker of confusion distracts me when he pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket, but understanding slowly settles in when I realize what he’s doing.Protection.
My eyes widen as he saunters back to the bed.
“You are so. Fucking. Beautiful.” He cups my breast in his hand, lowering his head to swirl his tongue over the peaked nipple before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth, the graze of his teeth making me gasp.
Grasping his cock, he rubs the tip slowly up and down my opening, and my entire body quivers and clenches at the sensation. I grip his arms, biting my lip.
His mouth meets mine again, and a groan sounds in his throat when I press myself up against him and wrap my leg around his. I’m a puppet to the mounting passion, succumbing to the strings of desire.
“Tell me you want me again,” he begs, his voice deeper and growlier than ever, and it melts me like warm chocolate.
“I want you.” I kiss his lips softly and stare up into his fiery blue eyes. “All of you. Always.”
He slides into me, hot and throbbing, showering me with never-ending kisses as he moves in and out of my depths, my body stretching to take him in.
If it hurts, I don’t feel it. That part of me was taught to shut off long ago.
What Idofeel is an exquisite ecstasy that builds with each thrust and an intense craving to ride against his hard body and bury my face into his neck as he shudders and moans my name. Within seconds I’m chasing him to that same place, my body quivering uncontrollably, my heart pounding in perfect unison with his.
Touching my cheek, he brings my face to his and kisses me so softly… so lovingly… and for so long that I think my heart will finally burst into a million pieces just so I can love him even more.
He grabs the magic blanket and pulls it up over us, turning us onto our sides together, wrapping me in his embrace under our ceiling window. Just as we slip into a blissful nap, Poppy and Boomer jump on the end of the bed and snuggle at our feet.
I’m not lost anymore. I’m finally home, where I’ll be safe, warm, and loved by this beautiful man fate handed to me… and I’m going to make him smile every day for the rest of our lives.
Fairy talesdocome true. You just have to believe.
They lived happily ever after.
BONUS SCENE
Tyler
I find her in the kitchen staring into the open silverware drawer. Hugging her from behind, I rest my chin on her shoulder, closing my eyes for a moment to breathe in the light cherry scent of her perfume. She relaxes back against me, but I sensed the anxiousness in her before she did.
I brush my lips across her ear. “What’s going on with the forks and spoons, Sugar?”
Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “We only have four of each.”
My eyes scan the drawer as I nod. “Yeah, that’s how the set comes.”
“But when we have company, there won’t be enough. When your mother and my gram come… and if my parents come, we won’t have enough, and then—”
Yes.
My jeans and panties are slowly pulled off, and he kneels at the end of the bed, his hand still holding my foot, and he plants a ring of kisses around my ankle, following the faded rope scar from so long ago. Mistakenly, I thought it had healed, but I realize it hadn’t, not really, until this man I love put his hands on me and freed me. He moves up my body like a lion, slow and sure, dragging his tongue up my inner thigh, sending goose bumps across the surface of my skin. I reach for him, my hands just barely touching his tousled hair, but he resists my urging. Instead, his lips halt right below my belly button. He traces the lettered scars with his lips, lavishing kisses across each one, his hands capturingmine at my sides. As I close my eyes, a single tear slides down my cheek. Maybe it’s for the little girl who was sliced for crying too much for her mommy. Maybe it’s for the man who’s always going to punish himself. Or maybe it’s for us, for being so twisted and tied with guilt and love.
A twin teardrop falls upon my chest as he crawls up the bed, and my heart clenches with overwhelming love for him. He kisses my lips, then pulls away slightly. “We’re going to be weirdly good together,” his raspy voice whispers. “I promise.”
I smile against his lips as they come down on mine again, harder this time, sealing his statement.I know we will.
His hand slides languidly down between our bodies as we kiss, his fingers expertly working their magic, his thumb flicking my clit into a frenzy while his finger gently pushes into me.
I reach up and push his hair back from his face and move my lips across his cheek, kissing across his scars, until I reach his ear. “I want you,” I whisper.
His breathing deepens as I slide my hands down his muscled back until I reach the band of his jeans, skimming my fingers to the front to unbutton them. He leans up a bit and watches me with lustful eyes as I pull the zipper down. Noticing the tremble of my fingers, he covers my hand with his and kisses me long and deep, his warm breath mingling with mine, before standing to kick off his boots and step out of his jeans. I’m unable to take my eyes off him, my cheeks burning as I take in his muscular, tattoo-decorated body. The scars might be there, but I don’t see them. All I see is a whole lot of hotness that even my virgin body is undeniably craving. Call it chemistry or instinct, lust or love. It’s all those things and more… and I’m damp between the thighs, my pulse quickening, reveling in all his hard, commanding nakedness.
As I lie there thanking whatever God may be listening for the love and devotion of this beautiful man, a flicker of confusion distracts me when he pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket, but understanding slowly settles in when I realize what he’s doing.Protection.
My eyes widen as he saunters back to the bed.
“You are so. Fucking. Beautiful.” He cups my breast in his hand, lowering his head to swirl his tongue over the peaked nipple before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth, the graze of his teeth making me gasp.
Grasping his cock, he rubs the tip slowly up and down my opening, and my entire body quivers and clenches at the sensation. I grip his arms, biting my lip.
His mouth meets mine again, and a groan sounds in his throat when I press myself up against him and wrap my leg around his. I’m a puppet to the mounting passion, succumbing to the strings of desire.
“Tell me you want me again,” he begs, his voice deeper and growlier than ever, and it melts me like warm chocolate.
“I want you.” I kiss his lips softly and stare up into his fiery blue eyes. “All of you. Always.”
He slides into me, hot and throbbing, showering me with never-ending kisses as he moves in and out of my depths, my body stretching to take him in.
If it hurts, I don’t feel it. That part of me was taught to shut off long ago.
What Idofeel is an exquisite ecstasy that builds with each thrust and an intense craving to ride against his hard body and bury my face into his neck as he shudders and moans my name. Within seconds I’m chasing him to that same place, my body quivering uncontrollably, my heart pounding in perfect unison with his.
Touching my cheek, he brings my face to his and kisses me so softly… so lovingly… and for so long that I think my heart will finally burst into a million pieces just so I can love him even more.
He grabs the magic blanket and pulls it up over us, turning us onto our sides together, wrapping me in his embrace under our ceiling window. Just as we slip into a blissful nap, Poppy and Boomer jump on the end of the bed and snuggle at our feet.
I’m not lost anymore. I’m finally home, where I’ll be safe, warm, and loved by this beautiful man fate handed to me… and I’m going to make him smile every day for the rest of our lives.
Fairy talesdocome true. You just have to believe.
They lived happily ever after.
BONUS SCENE
Tyler
I find her in the kitchen staring into the open silverware drawer. Hugging her from behind, I rest my chin on her shoulder, closing my eyes for a moment to breathe in the light cherry scent of her perfume. She relaxes back against me, but I sensed the anxiousness in her before she did.
I brush my lips across her ear. “What’s going on with the forks and spoons, Sugar?”
Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “We only have four of each.”
My eyes scan the drawer as I nod. “Yeah, that’s how the set comes.”
“But when we have company, there won’t be enough. When your mother and my gram come… and if my parents come, we won’t have enough, and then—”
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