Page 95 of Threads That Bind Us
Again, she’s yanking me backward, and this time, both of us let out a frustrated groan.
“I was so close, baby,” she whines, her fingerspulling at the root of my hair so I have to look up at her. “You’re not doing a great job at listening today.”
She’s not upset, despite being obviously frustrated. Actually, there’s a pleased little gleam in her eyes. I know she loves seeing how I can’t help myself around her. How I always need more—to touch her more, to taste her more, to fuck her more. She wants me unbound, and she always gets what she wants.
“I’m sorry, mio filo,” I apologize, pumping the fingers still inside her in and out. Her breath catches, but she keeps her eyes on me.
“If you can’t listen, I guess we’ll have to make sure you follow directions,” she says, her eyes glazed over. I don’t know what she means, but I’ll do whatever she says if she keeps looking at me like that. “Stop fucking me and put on your helmet.”
I hesitate for just a moment, and she gives me the time to think it over. This is our routine now—one of us suggests something, based on porn we send back and forth or some idea she’s read in a romance book—and we wait for the other one to consider it with no extra influence. There’s no shame in a no.
I nod and carefully remove my fingers, keeping her balanced with the leg over my shoulder as I reach for my helmet on the ground. I slip it on, and she reaches down to slide the visor up.
“You tell me if you want to stop, okay?” she reminds me, and I nod again. “But now you can’t put your mouth on me. And you’ll be able to follow the rules.”
I want to do what she wants. I’m desperate to make her come on my fingers. So I press the knee that’s resting on my shoulder, opening her up for me again.
I’m slower this time, with more attention on her clit, following the pattern she uses on herself when she lets mewatch her make herself come in our bed. When I slip two fingers back into her pussy, I press my thumb to her clit, keeping pressure as I do my best to stroke her g-spot on every thrust.
My name is on her lips between curses and prayers,godandfuckandhellandCharlieall slurring together. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, rocking her hips to fuck herself harder on my fingers. When she comes, she pulls back, but I keep up the intensity, using my grip on her thigh to keep rocking her through every wave of pleasure until she’s near tears, her pussy soaking my hand.
Her body slowly relaxes, and she leans against her weight against me as she catches her breath. The inside of my helmet is humid, sweat dripping between the cushioning and my skin, but I couldn’t care less. Every moment making Gwen come feels like the hottest moment of my life.
She smiles down at me, lazy and sated, hooking a finger into the opening of the helmet, shaking my head back and forth again.
“See, I knew you could follow directions,” she murmurs, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders out. “I think you’ve earned it.”
I don’t move as she slides her leg off my shoulder, turning around so her perfect ass is in front of my face. And then she bends over the bike.
“You can fuck me now, Charlie.”
I’m never going to last, but I can’t bring myself to care. I stand without bothering to take the helmet off, and when I scramble to find a condom, she holds one out to me, ass still high in the air.
“Where were you hiding that?” I ask, my voice muffled.
“Your jacket pocket,” she laughs. I barely shove my jeans and boxers down far enough to free my cock, grabbing thecondom from her and rolling it down my shaft as quickly as I can.
I position myself at the entrance to her pussy, reveling in the way she arches back, still eager after coming twice.
“Fuck, so perfect,” I sigh, sliding into her wet cunt like it was made for me. She’s whimpering, so oversensitized, and I try to be gentle as I pull out and thrust back in.
“You going easy on me, Charlie?” she asks on a moan as I slowly pump in and out of her, feeling the hot grip of her on my cock.
“Going easy on myself, too, mio filo,” I say, grabbing her ass and spreading her apart so I can watch my dick disappear inside her. I can already feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“I don’t want easy,” she argues, and her tone is more whimper than whine. “Please, Charlie, lose control for me.”
I’m the one who begs, not her. So when she asks like that, I can’t help but give her what she wants.
I wrap my hand around her ponytail and pull her up so her back is flush with my chest. She braces against the seat, and I let go of her hair so I can pinch one of her nipples between my fingers. The other finds its way between her and the bike, stroking her clit again, keeping gentle pressure as I thrust up into her.
“Anything for you, Gwen.”
I fuck her harder and faster, letting her cries of pleasure fuel my stamina, desperate to feel her come on my cock. I don’t know if she has another one in her, but I’ll do anything to get her there.
“You feel so fucking incredible, Gwen,” I pant, rolling her nipple between my fingers and smiling at the way she screams for me. “You own me. All I want is your pleasure. All I can think about is the way you look and feel when you come apartfor me. Do you like that? Knowing how out of control you make me? How much I need you?”
“YesfuckpleaseyesCharlie,” she pants, the words all rolling together in desperation. I press down slightly harder on her clit as I gently bite her neck, the salt of her sweat perfect on my tongue.
She comes hard, one of her hands coming to grip mine against her tit. The feeling of her pussy pulsing around me is too much, and I finally let myself tip over the edge.
The pleasure is blinding, so intense that I know I’m sinking my teeth too hard into Gwen’s skin, but I can’t stop. My blood pounds through my veins, echoing in my ears as I spill into the condom, Gwen still riding the final waves of her orgasm. We’re both covered in sweat, our shirts sticking to our bodies and hair to our faces.
When I come back to earth, I release my grip on Gwen, gently holding her as we both try to catch our breath. There’s a mark on her neck where my teeth were, and I smooth it over with my thumb.
“Sorry about that,” I murmur. She turns her head over her shoulder and I kiss her softly.
“Nothing to apologize for.”
We slowly untangle ourselves from each other, cleaning up as best as we can, and Gwen’s head rests against my back the entire ride home.