Page 29 of Let’s Give ‘Em Pumpkin to Talk About
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J osh’s heart nearly thumped out of his chest and onto the floor. What was there to say? It would be an honor ?
“That’s definitely okay.”
“Really?” she asked, relief flooding her voice.
“There’s rope in the barn,” he offered, hoping lingering horse smells wouldn’t be a total turnoff.
“A necktie will do fine,” she said.
He rummaged in his closet for the hot-pink tie he wore to match some fellow groomsmen last summer. Sadie had admired his tagged photos from that wedding on Instagram, so this was definitely his favorite tie.
“And I know you’re not threatened by sex toys,” she continued. “Because you’ve got some premium shit.”
“Tell me what you need,” he said, and her eyes lit up.
“Get on the bed.” He shucked off his boots and lay down. “Go ahead and get undressed. Condoms?” she asked.
“In the bedside table,” he said as he wriggled out of his trousers.
“You’ll tell me if the knot is too tight or if you need me to stop?”
“I’ll say ‘ratatouille’ if I want you to stop.” He doubted it would come to that. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, to kiss her until she was breathless with desire, but more than any of that, he wanted to give her what she needed.
Still clothed, she straddled him, lashing his wrists together with the necktie and looping it around one of the posts of his headboard.
He caught her scent, sweet like birthday cake, and it set his pulse at a full gallop.
The warmth of her body over his intoxicated him, and he closed his eyes to focus on it.
Sadie wiggled his wrists. The cool silk rubbing against him was delightful. “You’re so hard,” she whispered.
Doesn’t take much when you’re around. The memory of her riding the dildo, the feel of her round thigh in his hand for the duration of a car ride, the heat between her legs currently radiating onto his chest. All of her made him hard.
“I can tell you why,” he said.
“You can tell me all about it when it’s your turn,” she said.
She sure did need that control, didn’t she?
As much as he wanted to remove her clothes himself, he would be patient.
Someday he’d sink to his knees, tracing every line of ink tattooed on her body with his tongue.
She said herself that her most successful relationship was transactional.
He’d give until it was his turn to take.
She left him tied there while she retrieved toys from the downstairs bathroom. When she came back, she had condoms, the palm-sized vibrator, and lube. “Remember the last time?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“You didn’t come until I gave you the go-ahead.”
“I would never.”
“That’s good. Because this time it’s going to be different.”
She straddled him, and bent down for a kiss, threading her fingers into his hair and pulling them into fists. Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to let him know she was the boss. As if he didn’t already know.
She didn’t kiss like she had all the time in the world.
She kissed him hungrily, like the house lights were flickering and this intermission was about to come to an end.
At first Josh felt like this urgency was unnecessary, but then she sucked on his neck in a way that brought him right up to speed. Now or never. And it was now, now, now.
She climbed off him to undress. If she hadn’t asked him to stay quiet, he’d be singing the praises of her body, how soft and lush it was.
Then she unwrapped a condom and rolled it over his erection.
He gasped. She squeezed a small amount of lube onto her hands and stroked it over him.
“I need you to stay hard for me,” she said.
“Yes,” came his reply. Now , he wanted to beg.
“Stay hard for as long as I need you to, and then it’ll be your turn.”
An easy bargain.
Her grip on him was light, tantalizingly slow, getting him ready for what came next, when she straddled him again.
Her wide hips enveloped him deliciously and she began to rub herself against him.
The heat of her was nearly unbearable, as were her fluttering eyelashes whenever he nudged her clit with his cock.
She rocked slowly against him, an exquisite torture after the frenzy of kissing, but he was fully under her spell.
Then she sank onto him. Her pussy gripped his cock tightly and suddenly his hands were pulling at his restraints, desperate to take her by the hips and put her into motion.
But she sat still as she fired up the vibrator.
Josh’s endurance was going to be tested.
So he watched her hands and not her eyes.
He focused on the sensation of the silk on his wrists and not the hot pressure on his cock.
Then she touched the vibrator to herself and the rumbling traveled through her body into his, making him gasp again. “Still good?” she asked, pulling it away.
He already craved that scintillating connection. “Very good.”
“Excellent,” she said, and again the buzz traveled through him like a drug, creating heightened awareness in every cell. Sadie started riding him, creating the most decadent friction that mingled with the buzz, making him push his hips up to meet hers.
She leaned back to take him deep, her belly rippling with each bounce, her tits round with upturned nipples, unadorned flesh compared to the tattooed skin all around them.
Her arms were inked to look like various textures and patterns of cloth, two patchwork quilts that he wanted to know everything about.
Especially how that skin would taste under his tongue.
Sadie’s eyes were closed, her head tilted back.
Josh wanted to know where she was, to what astral plane she ascended when she pleasured herself like this.
He wished he could give more. But he met her thrust for thrust until both of them were sweat slick and panting, until he felt the pleasure coursing through his body gathering, condensing deep in his belly.
He studied Sadie’s every move, how constantly she was applying pressure from the vibrator, how urgent her rocking had become. Her breath was shallow and rapid, her eyes squeezed shut. When she dipped her head toward him, she opened her eyes and met his.
“You’re just so fucking good ,” she said. Half compliment, half insult. All Sadie.
He tried not to come apart under her fiery gaze. “If I’m so good, why am I the one tied up?”
She slowed their rhythm, whispering in his ear. “What would you do to me if you could?”
“I’d know what every inch of you feels like. I’d know what every inch of you tastes like. And you’d definitely know what I taste like.”
She leaned back, circled the vibrator against herself, and broke on a deep growl.
Again he wished he could pull her to him, to hold her still so he could relish every pulsation her body was sharing with his.
He wanted to come. If he gazed at her any longer, he would.
So he closed his eyes, he tried not to let the sensation overtake him.
She hadn’t told him he could, and more than anything, he wanted to feel the sweet triumph of satisfying her.
She stilled, breathing more slowly, and stared at him. His cock was still deep inside her, hard as stone, and if she moved at all, he might explode.
“What do you want?” she asked, leaning forward and untying the necktie keeping him pinned to the bed.
“Please keep going. If I can make you come again, that’s what will make me come. Can I touch you?”
“Oh,” she said, and then, “yes.” She leaned back to create space for his hand to slide into the slick, hot place their bodies joined. She cupped her breasts and Josh put one hand on her hip, urging her back into motion.
He made small circles against her clit. He was no vibrator, but it worked. She closed her eyes and sighed.
It didn’t take long and this time he let his own body embrace the freedom she gave him, pushing his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her tight, sinking into her with every inch of his cock until their bodies crashed together in the way he needed.
The pleasure gathered and then shattered.
She came, he came, their voices in carnal harmony.
After a moment she rolled to the side. Their chests rose and fell like ocean waves.
He was out of breath but eager to please. He needed some time to get hard again, but if she wanted to know what he could do with fingers and tongue and toys, he still had some moves left.
“That was fun, Josh. Thanks for trusting me.” Her voice was like an old pair of jeans. Something that used to be stiff but had softened over time.
She climbed off the bed to clean herself up, and Josh took that as his sign to leave.
Sadie clearly needed trust to build slowly, and he’d go at her pace.
The sound she made when she came was beautifully ferocious, and he’d do anything to hear it again.
But looking into her eyes was like an encounter with a wild animal.
She could see past all his artifice and into his very being. He had to take some caution.
“Perhaps tonight we suspend the no-sleepovers rule,” she added.
Now he was thrown off. “You want to share a bed with me?” he clarified as he pulled on a pair of boxers.
“Not really, but I might not be done with you tonight.”
No sleepovers was her rule anyway. What if she nudged him awake, tied him up again, and fucked him in a way that made him wonder if he was dreaming? He welcomed the possibility.
“It’s a sleepover, then.” Josh offered Sadie a complimentary toothbrush stamped with his dentist’s name and let her raid his wardrobe for a sleep shirt.
The shirt she found had promotional branding for a tractor company.
He’d caught it from a T-shirt cannon fired at an especially rowdy pumpkin festival last fall, and it was adorable on her.
The first time he’d seen her in something other than black.