The end of the rope goes through the ring on my ankle cuff and he slides it until the two ends are even.
He crosses the rope, then wraps it once around the post, pulling my leg a little further to the edge before moving to the head of the bed. He slips one end of the rope into the ring on my wrist cuff and then crosses both ends around the post at the head of the bed, pulling my arm up and out before tying it off.
He grabs another coil of rope and repeats the whole process on the other side, then shoots me a feral grin. “Let me know right away if you feel any tingling or numbness.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
I love this. We don't get to do it nearly enough, and I'm glad he planned this for tonight.
He undresses quickly and joins me on the bed. "What did we learn about keeping secrets, Sprite?"
"I'm not sure. That they're good fun?"
He laughs and kisses me again. "I'm glad I heard it from Max. Thank you. This time."
"I know," I whisper against his lips. "I would have told you if I thought..."
He nods. I don't need to finish my sentence there.
Besides, we have dirtier things to get to. He moves back, running his hands down my body and over my quivering thighs.
“I’m in a bit of a quandary now,” he says as he tickles at my clit with a finger. “I want to devour this delectable pussy of yours, but I also want to feel your mouth around my cock, and I don’t know which should come first.”
Oh, that's too easy. “For a world-class negotiator, you're kind of missing the obvious solution. Soixante-neuf.” Sixty-nine, but I only need to give him the hint in one official language.
He groans. “I love it when you speak French to me. So sexy. And the perfect solution.“
He crawls up the bed and slips a roll pillow under my neck, then settles with his knees on either side of my head. “Open,” he says as he leans over me, one arm holding him up while he uses his other hand to guide his cock to my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, lapping at the drop of pre-come there, then lift my head a little to take more of him. I close my lips, sucking him into my mouth as I let my head sink back to the mattress.
He lowers his chest and then he’s there. His breath on my thigh, then between my legs. His lips on my clit, and then he’s sucking and licking and it feels so good. I’m so stretched out I can’t push up into him no matter how badly I want more. All I can do is lie here and take what he gives me. It's freeing. I don't even have to worry about pleasuring him, because he's on top of that, too.
He cants his hips, the tip his cock sliding over my tongue. He pulls out a bit and I relax my throat muscles, opening for him, ready to take him deeper—all the way down.
His arms are hooked under my legs and he fucks me with his fingers as he licks and sucks my swollen flesh, nips at my clit, and laps up every drop of arousal sliding out of my body.
He knows exactly how to work me up. Where to go soft and when to flick the end of his tongue into a tiny whip.
It’s difficult to concentrate on the cock working its way in and out of my throat when there’s an orgasm bearing down on me like a runaway freight train, and he knows that too, because suddenly he's gone, twisting around.
The view of his head between my legs is a surefire way to ramp me even closer to that dirty, delightful peak, and he knows it. Nice job with the pillow, I think just before his mouth is on me again.
This time the kiss is slower. More tongue, and fingers too, but less tease, more total consumption. Less spark and more burning embers.
A reprieve before he tosses more fuel on the fire.
It doesn’t take long.
"Wish I could knock you up tonight," he growls as he nips at my inner thigh.
I cry out. Not because of the bite—bite me harder, Sir, I like it muchly. But those words.
"You ready for that, Ellie? You ready for me to come inside you and make a new life?"
From deep inside, I start to clench, and he slides two fingers into me, almost roughly. He strokes against my G-spot and I cry out again.
"Tell me you want my babies and I'll give you my cock."
"I…" I can't breathe. I'm going to come all over his hand any second and talk is beyond me.
"I'll give it to you so hard, Sprite. Just say the words." His voice drops, silky now. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" I can get that out as the orgasm barrels through me, a freight train of need blasting through my core.
"Good girl," he says as he pets me down from the climax before shifting himself into a kneeling position between my spread legs.
I gasp for air and give him a weak smile.
“One day, our baby is going to grow right here,” he says as he leans down and kisses my belly. My smile grows.
He kisses his way up my body, pausing at my breasts.
“And here is where our baby will nurse.”
My belly flutters at the tenderness in his voice.
He continues to pepper me with kisses until he reaches my mouth. He hovers above me, our lips nearly touching as he slides into me, filling me.
I’m still sensitive from the mind-shattering orgasm I just had, and I know it’s not going to take much to send me back over.
He thrusts harder when he realizes I'm so close, whispering that he's going to fill me up, and it's all I need to hear. I tumble again and he follows, surging hard into my body and holding himself deep as he comes.
Then he looks down at me, his eyes bright but hooded with lust, and he licks his lips. “One day, this is going to be for real, Ellie. And I can't wait.”
4
Gavin
I wake up the next morning to the howl of wind against the window and my cell phone vibrating on the bedside table.
It’s the first day of a new year. A holiday, not that such things always matter when it comes to my job.
The prime minister’s official itinerary for today has nothing on it. Private appointments, it says.
However, that doesn’t take into consideration the private briefings that need to happen on an almost daily basis. I grab my phone with one hand before rolling over. I scroll through my messages as I reach for the only person I want an appointment with today—my Sprite.
Lust roars to life inside me as I remember last night. We don’t want to rush anything, but the thought of her swelling with my child makes it very difficult to read the emails from my chief of staff.
Nothing is immediately pressing. I’ll need to have a military briefing at noon, but we’ve got five hours before I need to put clothes on.
And Ellie wants to have my babies.
Holy shit, I hadn’t anticipated how hot that would be. But she’s always taken me by surprise. I know better than to underestimate her.
The object of my thoughts stirs in the circle of my arms. “Morning,” she murmurs, burrowing closer. “Please tell me you’re just checking your email and you don’t need to get out of bed just yet.”
“I’m all yours until lunch.”
She smiles against my chest. Her eyes are still closed. “Happy New Year.”
“It’s going to be a good one.” A wedding. If we’re lucky, we’ll make that baby we both want. A start of a family. So not how I saw my life as prime minister unfolding, but now that I have her, it hurts me physically to imagine it any other way.