I stop and climb my way back up his body. I pull his face back to mine and kiss him.
“Let me outta the ropes, Eva,” he pants. “I need to fuck you.”
I smirk and shake my head. “Nuh-uh. I’m in charge, remember. Where’re the condoms?”
“Drawer,” he groans. I reach over to his bedside drawer. The shirt I’m wearing lifts and I grin at the pain in his face knowing he can’t touch me. I rip the packet and roll the rubber down his shaft. “I don’t even wanna know where you learned to put one of these things on like a fuckin’ expert,” he mutters.
I grin. “I’m a safe kinda girl,” I say.
I position him at my entrance and then lean closer, pulling him in for another mouth-watering kiss. I sink down onto him slowly as I sweep my tongue into his mouth and he groans deep in his throat. The sounds he’s making turn me on, knowing I’m the reason for them. I brace my palms against his chest and begin to move. I rock back and forth, lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. His eyes fix to my breasts and I grip them in my hands, tweaking my nipples until they’re hard and pointy. Then I place my hands on either side of his head and he takes my breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the erect bud.
Cree
I pull on the ropes, desperate for them to snap and free me. I’m going out of my mind here, and the urge to hold her down and fuck her senseless is overwhelming. Her pussy clenches me tightly and my eyes roll back in pleasure. She throws her leg over me and manages to turn herself around so I’m looking at the back of her. She lifts herself up and then slams down. A growl escapes me and my throat feels raw. She’s right—this is amazing.
I watch her ass lift and slam down over and over. The sight of my cock disappearing inside of her, and the way she clenches me, sends me over the edge and I roar through my release. She shudders, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reaches her own orgasm.
Eva climbs from me, removes the condom, and throws it in the trash. Then she kneels beside me to unfasten the rope. The second my hands are free, I grab her and throw her onto her back. She lets out a yelp, but my mouth smothers it and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. My emotions are high. She’s done so many things in the last ten hours that I’ve never thought possible.
I reach for the drawer and take out a second condom. I keep her under me, kissing me, as I rip the packet open. Once it’s in place, I settle between her legs and sink straight back into her wet pussy. I’m so fuckin’ hard for her right now that I want to bury myself inside of her forever. I don’t flinch when she runs her hands over my shoulders and grips them to stop herself falling from the bed with each thrust. I want her hands on me. Only hers. But that thought unsettles me because I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Eva.
I slam into her and she pulls my face to look at hers. “Gentle,” she whispers. “Look into my eyes and fuck me gentle.” I keep my eyes burning into hers. I want her to see all of my feelings for her. I want her to know exactly how much I like her.
Eva cries out against my shoulder, stiffening and then flopping back into the mattress. I hold her against me and roll onto my back so that she’s on top again. She smiles down at me and begins to take control again, Fucking me with slow, careful strokes. When I come for a second time, it’s just as powerful as the first. I thrust up into her, and when the final shudder leaves my body, she lays against my chest. I let her. I draw small circles across her back and enjoy the way her naked body feels against me.
“At the risk of sounding like a pussy,” I murmur into her hair. “That was fuckin’ amazing.”
“I won’t ever judge you, Cree. You can talk how you want in front of me and I won’t laugh or judge you. I’m glad we shared that. I’m glad you let me be the first to share that with you.”
“The first and the last,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. “I can’t let you go. We’ve wasted too much time.”
“One day at a time, biker boy,” she says, laughing. “A lot went on right there and your head might not be clear.”
I spin her so she’s lying under me and she lets out a squeal. “My head is the clearest it’s been in a long time. You’re mine, Eva. I’m not sitting back with life passing me by anymore. I let you touch me. That’s huge.”
She smiles warmly and places her hands on my shoulders. “And I feel so privileged that you trusted me to do that, but you’re not cured. One night with me hasn’t cured you. A week ago, I thought you hated me, and now you’re telling me that I’m yours,” she smiles and places her hand over my cheek. “Let’s take it slow and see how it goes. Once this has worn off, you might remember that I irritate you.”
I kiss her. She doesn’t understand the feelings I have for her. These aren’t new—they were there when I first saw her. It just took me this long to accept it and do something about it. “You’re wrong. I
