She licks her lips and stares up into my eyes.
“I want you to be rough with me. Not like you are when we have sex normally sometimes. Rougher.”
My hands are shaking and my cock is straining against my pants painfully, just from her stance, her eagerness for me. It’s intoxicating.
“What does rougher mean to you?”
“I want you to hold me down and leave marks on me. Pull my hair and bite me. I want to see the evidence of you tomorrow. I want you to make every memory of him on my body go away.”
I cup her jaw in my hand and slide my thumb over her lips. “Open,” I demand and she does, allowing me to slip my digit into her mouth, which she happily wraps her lips around, sucking ever so slightly. “I want you so fucking badly, Petal.”
She pulls back, biting the tip of my thumb. “Not as badly as I want you,”
I take her face in both of my hands and bend over to kiss her, allowing our lips to dance and mold together in a heated, sexy blend. I can tell her body is as needy as my own. I have to maintain total control and make this last for her. “Stay here. Do not move. Watch me.”
“I will.”
Her fingers wrap over the edge of the bed as I back away from her. I pull the blood-red pocket square out of my jacket and toss it on the bed near her hip. I slide my jacket off, laying it carefully folded on over the back of the chair in the corner. Continuing to slowly pace in front of her, I slide my fingers into the knot of my tie and pull down. Nora licks her lips and leans in toward me slightly with each tug on the fabric.
I pull the knot free and slide the tie slowly from around my neck then dangle it from my finger. “I want to bind your hands.”
I’m asking her without blatantly asking. I want her consent at every single step.
“I want that too,” she says, then eagerly holds her hands out with the insides of her wrists touching.
I carefully wind the silk around her wrists, ending in a partially loose knot that we can easily undo if needed, then I take a step back to admire my handiwork.
“How do you feel?”
“Incredible.”
“Good, now lie back and put your hands above your head. I’ll help you move back into the position I like. Do not lose your shoes.”
“I understand.” She follows instruction so well. It both startles and settles me. My strong, beautiful, independent Petal is also a fiery submissive who wants to please. It’s a fucking conundrum that could get me off if I linger in the thought too long. Nora raises her arms slowly above her head. Her eyes indeed never leave mine. She, with my help at her hips, slides seductively with her gorgeous breasts teasing me movement by movement.
I loop my arms under her thighs and give her a tug until her ass is sitting just on the edge of the mattress, causing her to shriek in surprise and delight.
I kneel on the floor at the end of the bed and gently guide each of her feet up so that the heel of her shoe hooks over the frame of the bed and her thighs open, exposing herself completely to me.
“So beautiful.” I lean forward and kiss each inner thigh then I kiss the mounded fleshy portion of her pussy before rising to my feet once again to get undressed. I think I hear a small whimper as we part.
I slowly tug my shirt free from my waistband. Still her eyes follow my every move. “Do you miss my touch? Hmm?”
“I do. Very much.”
“Good things come to those who wait, and I mean that in every way you can think of, Petal.”
Each button I open elicits a slight tick in her body. Each button that opens on me allows the cool of the air to erase some of the heat that is boiling in and around me.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I ask her when my shirt hits the ground and the clink of my belt opening sounds in the room.
“I feel like I’m on fire. It’s like I can feel every sound, every breath you take is like an electric zap on my skin.”
“Good.” I step out of my slacks and soon, I’m completely bare. “Tell me you trust me.” I step toward her and take her hips in my hands.
“Tristan, I trust you.”
Those four words. She may as well have said something else. In my head, it’s one in the same. It’s all I need to hear before I lift her body off the bed and flip her over to her stomach and shove her knees under her so her torso is on the mattress and her ass is in the air. I wander from left to right around her from one side of the bed to the other. It’s the moves of a caged tiger ready and willing to be with his lured prey. There is just one element that needs to be addressed.
On her bedside table is a lone hair tie. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to tug on her hair, pull her chin back so she could watch me take her in a manner of my choosing. The thought pleases me more the longer I ponder. I thread my fingers through the elastic circle and kneel in the bed at her side. I begin stroking her hair back in my hands. She lets go of a moan that I thought could only be reserved from my tongue meeting her flesh.
I gather her hair in my hands and situate it into a ponytail. Perfect for tugging and kept out of her face so I can always see it. Two birds, one stone.
I take my place behind her once again, filling my hands with each side of her rear, squeezing hard and spreading her open. I do this over and over, massaging and teasing before I lean forward and taste her from behind. Her body is shaking from the one parting of her divide. “Relax, love. You know I will never hurt you. You know I won’t push you past any limit.”
“Tristan, I want to come so badly. Please.”
“Oh you will, and often.”
I slide my tongue back through her crease. She’s so wet and ready from this bit of foreplay. I can’t blame her. If I wasn’t so focused on the full prize, I would have been inside her already.
Testing the waters, just a little, I graze my thumb across the most intimate part of her, smiling when she gasps in pleasure. One day, Petal, one day I’ll take you everywhere.
She starts to rock her body back, searching for more of my tongue, more of my hands, more of anything that will take her over the edge.
I pull away right before she can crest that peak and sink my teeth into the globe of her ass, absolutely leaving my mark there.
“Fuck!” she cries out, “Please, please, please.”
“Please what, Petal?”
“Fuck me, please, Tristan.”
I take a moment to place latex protection over my cock before sliding it through her legs, nudging her opening just a little.
“Beg for me.”
“Fuuuuck, please, please, baby,” she mewls, “I need it.”
“Then you’ll have it.” I grip her hips and pull her back just as I slam in… burying myself to the root in one, single movement. She’s so tight, gripping me like a vise. Her fingers tug on the loose ends of the tie binding her hands. Her less than subtle groans are vibrating the mattress beneath her. As I steady myself with my left hand splayed across her lower back, I roll my hips clockwise as I snake my right hand down her spine to take hold of her tamed mane. I wind all her chestnut glory into my fist and pull.
Her head and chest rise from its imposed slumber on the duvet. Her gorgeous, plump lips are luscious, especially in their frantic pants for me.
There is a viciousness to our movements. It’s primal. It’s feral.