He tore her mouth from his, holding her firmly by the hair. Her lips were damp and a little swollen. Her brown curls were almost out of the clip she’d put in before their play started. In fact it offended him now. Ryan pinched the contraption, freeing her hair, and tossed the claw-tooth clip onto the floor.
“Ride me, babe. But don’t forget, I’ve got a few other toys in mind for that pussy of yours.” He watched her shiver, the slight twitch of a smile she tried to hide from him.
“Yes, Sir.” She pushed his pants farther down his thighs, darting furtive glances his way. As if he wasn’t aware of everything she did.
The strains of “O Come, All Ye Faithful” could be heard from the neighbor’s garage.
Ryan leaned back, releasing her hair to brush her shoulders. Her cheeks were pinker. Carla had grown bold in many areas as they explored her sexuality, but every now and then her shyness resurfaced.
“Make me come, Carla,” he said.
Her smile widened, taking on that confident bent. She pumped him slowly, with a firm hand. To think, in the beginning she hadn’t known how to touch a man, and now she knew how to push his control. He liked to think he’d helped her to discover her well of confidence, but the truth was she didn’t need him nearly as much as she thought she did. He was just the lucky bastard who’d fallen for her first.
He placed his hands over her breasts, treating her gently, mindful of the earlier play. She thrust her chest forward as she rose, eyes heavy-lidded. A few thin red lines stood out under the flickering lights, but not as many as he’d thought.
Good.
He’d mark her again later.
Carla held his cock with one hand, her other on his shoulder. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. She groaned and sank a few inches onto his hard length. He inhaled, savoring the first touch of her wet heat. His gaze lost focus as she rose and fell, working him inside her. She was tight, but her arousal eased his passage.
Damn, but she felt good. He wasn’t used to this yet, being skin to skin. They’d decided to forego condoms since Carla had never gone bareback before and had been on the pill religiously since before they met. Someday his seed would start a life in her belly. He couldn’t wait to start a family with her. By next Christmas, she’d be his wife.
“Ryan.” She moaned his name, leaning in to his hold.
His hands were almost trapped between their bodies as she rose, gliding up his length. He could feel the tremors in her legs. She kissed his lips as she sank slowly back onto him. She rose and fell, head tossed back, building momentum. He stroked his hands over her stomach and back, kissing her when he could—because she deserved to be kissed as often as he could.
Carla rolled her hips. There was no other word for the way she shifted her body while he was inside her. He dug a hand into her hair and forced her to kiss him. Her body softened, sinking onto him further. When he was deep inside her, he lifted his right hand and swatted her ass.
She tore her mouth from his, yelping even as her internal muscles clenched around him.
“O come, ye, o come ye—”
“Yes,” Carla hissed. She rose again, her body trembling.
“Look at me,” he said.
Her eyes snapped open as the chorus kicked in. As she thrust once more onto him, he popped the other side of her bottom. She groaned and lifted in a jerky action that spoke of her body’s need for release.
“Come for me, Carla.” It was a taunt, echoed by the song.
Her brows drew down as she groaned. He didn’t think she was there yet—but she was close. She planted her hands on his shoulders and made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat.
He wondered how long her muscles would hold out after their earlier scene.
“Come on, Carla. I want to see your pretty eyes when you come on my cock.”
He cupped her ass, guiding her and lending his strength. Her breasts slid against his chest and her lips coasted over his cheek, her gasps an erotic song just for him.
God damn, but he had to keep his focus on her. If he could just hold on a little more, he knew she’d orgasm. He dug his fingers into the globes of her ass, urging her on, moving her faster and rougher. She tossed her head back.
“Look at me,” he roared.
Her gaze nearly drifted away, but she latched on to him, her jaw dropping on a silent shout. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing him.
Yes!
He held her hips and thrust up into her. He stared at her, taking in the way her breasts bounced, the way the Christmas lights lit her up and the way her gaze softened. Her lips moved but he couldn’t hear her words. His breath stuttered out of his lungs as his orgasm erupted out of him. He gripped her hips, bringing them as close as they could be as he spurted into her.
Carla slumped against his chest, curling her body around his. He loved her so damn much.
The adrenaline that had kept him going through their play leeched out, and the exhaustion following a long shift weighed on him. He shifted until he could lay them both down on the sofa and fished the blanket up to toss over their bodies. Carla shifted, keeping as close as she could, his softening dick still inside her. He pushed her hair off her forehead and kissed her again.
“I don’t think I can ever hear that song again.” She buried her face against his chest, chuckling.
“What’s wrong with it?” He tilted his head to the side but the music was gone. Maybe her neighbor had finally decided he’d heard enough?
“O Come, All Ye Faithful?” She peeked up at him. “Really?”
“You’ve got faith in me, don’t you?”
“Yes, but how can I ever hear that song again without thinking about sex?”
“We should play it at our wedding, just so you know what’s coming.”
“Stop that.” She slapped his arm. “That means we’d have to get married at Christmas for it to fit.”
“Who says?” He frowned. There was no way in hell he was waiting a year. They were already fighting with Carla’s family over the size and cost of a wedding her parents didn’t want to happen.
“It’s a Christmas song.”
“I’m not waiting until next year.”
“I’m not either.” She smacked his shoulder.
He picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the knuckle above the ring. Waiting sucked.
Ryan peered up at her.
She wouldn’t...
“Let’s get married tonight,” he blurted.
“What?” Carla’s eyes widened.
“Think about it. We could drive out to a bed and breakfast, find a minister and some witnesses. Do it there. Just the two of us. No drama. No fighting. Just us. Your parents’ party is in three days. We could be back by then. Both our families will be there. We could just tell them then.” It was a good idea. But she’d never go for it. Even as he got it all out, he knew it was a hopeless suggestion.
Carla blinked at him, her lips parted and a wayward lock of hair hanging almost over one eye.
“Forget it,” he said.
“Yes. Okay. Let’s do it.”
“What?” It was his turn to stare at her.
Carla braced herself with a hand on either side of his head. Her smile spread until the skin at the corners of her eyes crinkled.
“It’s a great idea. I don’t want the big wedding, and we both know my mother will make us miserable. Let’s do it. I’m serious. I want to be your wife. I’m ready.”
He sat up, trying to speak around the emotion clogging his throat, but couldn’t.
Ryan had found the love of his life, and she was just as dirty and kinky as he.
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Dear Readers,
I hope the season brings you joy and happiness.
The characters in Electric Engagement willingly engage in acts of Risk Aware Consensual Kink. Electricity and knives are considered Edge Play and can be dangerous in the hands of those not experienced enough. Please practice safe play, be that in your fantasies, bedroom or wherever you play. Remember, Santa is watching!
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Book List
Bayou Bound
Picture Her Bound
Duty Bound
Bound by Her
Bound Memories, part of the Hot Ink anthology
Bound & Tamed, part of the Taming the Alpha set
Other BDSM Titles
Committed
Bound with Pearls
Collar Me in Paris
So Inked
Under His Skin
The Harder He Falls
His Marriage Bargain
Good Guys Wear Black
Hot Tango
Line of Duty
Standalone Titles
Flirting with Rescue
Personal Adventures
Dream Vacation (free read)
How Zombies Stole Christmas
Anthologies
High Octane Heroes
Midnight Ink
For the Love of a Soldier
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It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a 'normal' life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
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