Page 42 of Tied to You

Mollie repeats my name, her back now bowing off the mattress. My slow movements seemingly turning her on with little effort.

I’m gentle with her body. Completely in awe of how much I affect her with such simple touches. I know I can pleasure a woman, show her a good time. But this? This is different. This is… this is desire without urgency. Loving without hurting. Giving pleasure without simply taking it. This is taking my time and savouring the moment as opposed to a quick fuck and being detached.

Wait.

Loving?

Her eyes roll to the back of her head when I release her nipple, then drag my hand down the centre of her chest between her breasts, moving steadily. I take my time, wanting her to feel every moment of every touch. I stop when I feel the small strip of hair between her legs.

Mollie looks at me. Waiting.

Slipping a finger between her folds, I feel how wet she is. For me. I suck in air, the warmth of her pussy beckoning me. My eyes never leave hers as I push two fingers inside her, watching as her lips subtly part, her legs underneath me, tightening. Her walls shudder when I curl my fingers, finding the sweet spot inside her.

Eyes closed again, her head to one side, Mollie bites her bottom lip, her hips rolling with each one of my movements.

I push deeper, pressing my thumb down on her clit when I do.

Her body jerks and she loses her breath. “Shit,” she whispers, building already. I can feel her body tightening. Can see the blissful look of satisfaction on her face.

I give her a few more rolls of my fingers before I stop, pull out and stand to my feet at the end of the bed. When I look down, the sight before me is something I will never forget. Legs parted, her pussy soaked with her arousal, arms above her head. I feel my whole existence grind to a deafening halt.

Mollie rolls her head to look at me. “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t move. Doesn’t try to cover herself as I stand, gawping like a moron.

Nothing. And yet, everything.“You’re perfect, baby.” How will I ever begood enough for her? What I do. Who I am. I’ve never questioned it before. Never had to. But now?

“Do you want to stop?”

A small, surprised laugh leaves me. She thinks I want to stop this?Never. “I just want all of you,” I tell her honestly.

And as if I didn’t know it already, she shows me what I’ve been missing my entire life. Her head slowly cocks to one side, those teeth sinking into her lips once again, making my dick uncomfortably hard behind my jeans. “Then take me.”

Fucking. Hell.

“You’re giving me a lot of power when you’re usually so keen to challenge me, baby.”

She smiles, taking her time before she answers. “I challenge you because you make me feel like I can.” Her voice is quiet. Calm. Honest.

That’s what it is. Honesty and trust. Trust that we’re both in this. Both together. Not alone.

Sinking to my knees, my rough hands glide from her knees, down her parted legs to either side of her pussy. I dust a thumb over her entrance, finding her still soaked. I lower my head, then slowly trail my tongue until I’m sucking her clit into my mouth.

Fuck. She tastes like heaven. Like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.

When she arches her back like a woman possessed, I stop, looking up at her.

“Don’t…”

She can’t tell me not to stop. I smile, enjoying her desperation. Lowering my head again, this time I go slower, the low groan of urgency that comes out of her a clear sign that once again it hasn’t taken long for her to be close to ecstasy.

Lick. Suck. Lick. Suck. I keep the same rhythm, repeating it over and over. Then I add two fingers and feel her stiffen. Feel the steady pulses of her walls gripping me as she comes. The waves of pleasure rolling over her again and again.

“Fuck!” She grips the sheets, her chin raised high. Only when I feel her loosen and her body start to tremble, do I slowly withdraw my fingers. I rise, kissing my way from her hip to her stomach, cupping each of her breasts in my hands. I show both of them an equal amount of attention before my lipsare on her mouth, and our tongues are dancing.

Mollie’s hands thread into my hair, pulling me closer. “Travis,” she whispers, and I know she wants more. I can hear the neediness of her voice.

Standing straight, I take off my cut, tossing it to the floor. I start undoing my shirt, and Mollie pushes herself up so that she’s sitting. She scoots to the edge of the bed, watching me closely. Instinctively, her gentle hands start undoing my belt, helping me undress. She soon has my cock in her grasp. Then she looks up, keeping her dark eyes—that I see everywhere I go, on me as she parts her lips and swallows me to the back of her throat. Whole.Fuck.

My balls tighten. I need to stop her before I blow my load and ruin everything. “Jesus, Mollie.” I throw my head back, enjoying the delicious rolls of her tongue. A few more of them and I’m going to come.