by Lily Marie
“So,” he said. “Now you’ve really seen the whirlwind that is my mother. Still want to stay married?”
“Oh, no.” She climbed on the footstool she kept behind to the reservations counter and grabbed the front of his shirt. “You’re not getting out of this marriage that easy.” Leaning in, she nibbled the lobe of his ear. “Or at all.”
He let out a growl, just before he swept her into his arms and carried her through the dining room. Once they reached the base of the stairs that led to her apartment, he paused.
“Can you—I don’t want you to relapse because I need to make love to you.”
“I’m good. But this time, Mr. Black, I’m tying you up.”
His eyes widened—and he sprinted up the stairs.
She was laughing by the time he carried her into the bedroom. He set her on the floor, and started stripping. “There’s a bag in your top drawer. I thought we might need something more functional than knee socks.”
Kaylee stared at him for a few seconds. “You bought—sex toys?”
“Technically, they’re bondage play toys. I especially like the blindfold.”
“Oh, my God.” She opened the drawer, found a good sized plastic bag from a well-known online adult store. One by one, she took the items out and set them on the dresser. Padded hand and ankle cuffs, two soft gags, and a black silk blindfold. There was also some heat-on-contact lube. “Elijah.” She swallowed. “I never expected—”
“To own sex toys?” He moved to her side, looking nervous. “I can return them if you’re uncomfortable.”
She met his eyes. “You didn’t let me finish. I never expected to feel so free with a man. That you did this, for us, so we can enjoy each other, explore each other’s fantasies. God, I want you.” She reached down, closing her hand over his hard, hot cock. “And now I’m going to give you the wedding night we didn’t have.”
“Shit.” He jerked against her fingers, and moisture glistened at the tip of his cock. Kaylee dropped to her knees, and did something she had never done with a man before. She took him in her mouth. “Holy shit—Kaylee—”
She traced his slit with her tongue, then started tasting him, pulling him deeper. He cradled the back of her head, panting and growling while she loved him with her lips, her tongue. Her hand squeezed the base of his cock as she slid along his length. She had searched sucking a man off online, but she had no idea how much she’d enjoy the feel of him, the taste of him against her tongue.
“Kaylee—God, you have to stop, while I can still control myself. Sweetheart.” He eased himself out of her mouth, and pulled her up. “I want to come inside you. I’ve dreamed of it for weeks.”
“Three weeks?”
He smiled. “Since the first time I saw you. I just haven’t done it nearly enough.” He kissed her, his free hand finding her breast. “The rest of our lives won’t be enough.” She was lightheaded when he finally freed her, and headed to the bed. “Tie me up, wife, and have your way with me.”
She grabbed the restraints, her mouth going dry as he stretched out on the bed. God, he was so beautiful. And he was all hers.
It took some fumbling, but she figured out the wrist restraints. After that, the ankles were simple. She kissed the top of his foot once he couldn’t move, and he jerked.
“Did I find a sensitive spot?” Her lips made a trail down the top of his foot, and he squirmed, trying to get away from her. “I’ll save that for later.” With a deep breath, she stood at the edge of the bed. “Now I’m going to strip for you.”
He let out a strangled groan. His reaction calmed Kaylee’s nerves, made her feel powerful, wanted. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and watched his eyes darken when she revealed the sheer black bra. A whispered, half-embarrassed request to Jenna during a visit was absolutely worth the look on his face.
She unbuttoned her jeans, slowly lowered the zipper, and wiggled out of them. Elijah’s ragged breathing was all she needed to boost her confidence. She kept the matching black thong on, then crawled across the bed and knelt next to him, picking up the blindfold.
“Did you still want this?”
He shook his head. “Gag,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Then have your way with me, you temptress, before I explode.”
“We wouldn’t want that.” She slipped off the bed, swaying her hips as she walked to the dresser. When she turned around, Elijah was pulling against his restraints. “Did you need me to free you?”
“I—shit. No.”
She bit back a smile, climbed on the bed, and leaned over him. “Open your mouth.”
“Can I—please let me taste your breasts before you do that.” He sounded desperate.
Kaylee lowered herself, until her right breast touched his lips. He lifted his head and closed his mouth over her nipple, his tongue scraping across the already hard peak. She let out a moan, heat rocking her.
“Elijah—oh, yes, that’s good.” She pulled away, and offered her left breast. This time, he scraped his teeth over her nipple, sending a shock of desire straight to her core. She wanted him inside her. Now. Easing away, she sat, and held up the gag. “Still want it?”
He nodded, opening his mouth. She gently lifted his head, and tied the gag off, making sure it didn’t cut into him. He watched her as she pushed up to her knees, swallowing when she slipped the thong off, slowly. She sat, and kicked it off, then reached over and wrapped her hand around his cock.
“I love how big you are, Elijah, how you fill me.” He moaned—and jerked when she started stroking him. “I’ve never felt so strong with another man, and I am so grateful to you for giving that to me. For giving yourself to me.”
She straddled him, keeping eye contact as she slid herself along the length of his cock, back and forth, her throbbing clit pressing into his hard, hot length. He yanked at his restraints, obviously wanting more. She wanted more, and her body couldn’t wait any longer.
With one hand braced on the bed, she guided his thick, hot tip inside her. His head dropped back, and he tried to arch up. Kaylee let him slip deeper, then eased off him. He lifted his head, giving her a frustrated glare.
“My turn, my pace, shifter.” He let out a dramatic sigh, and she laughed. “You’ll be happy to know that I want you too much to tease. You’re not the only one who’s been dreaming about this.” She lowered herself on to his cock, taking him in inch by inch, until he filled her completely. “Oh, God, Elijah—you feel so good.”
She braced her hands on his thickly muscled chest and rocked against him. The movement pushed him even deeper. They both moaned, and Kaylee let out a cry when he bucked up, his cock touching her core.
“Elijah—” She lifted herself, then sank down on him, already close to orgasm. Taking control like this turned her on in a way she didn’t expect. She wanted to explore every inch of him—but her body wanted him inside her, pushing her higher with every thrust. Her body won, and she started riding him. “God—Elijah—”
He moved under her, thrusting up as much as he could every time she took him inside. Sweat slid down her skin, and she leaned over him, her hands still braced on his chest. Her hard nipples scraped across his skin, the friction of her sheer silk bra driving her closer to the edge.
She stroked him, long and deep, feeling him stiffen inside her, and she knew he was close. Her mouth closed over his nipple, and he gasped, his back arching off the bed. She pushed herself up and rode him, crying out as her body clamped around him, pulling him in deeper.
“Elijah—oh, God—”
Her body started to convulse. She rode him faster, sending herself higher, and lowered herself to Elijah’s sweat soaked chest, stroking him. He thrust up and shuddered, moaning and growling against the gag.
Kaylee kissed her way up his throat, her tongue sliding along his skin at the same desperate pace she rode his rock hard cock. So close—God, she was so close, but she wanted him to let go first.
He shuddered again, bucking under her—and then he stiffened, every muscl
e clenching as he climaxed. The gag muffled his roar, but she felt every inch of him pulse inside her. That was all it took to set her off.
Her orgasm swept through her, wave after wave of intense pleasure. Every stroke drew it out, until she collapsed against his chest, fighting to breathe. She used the last of her strength to lift herself enough to ease the gag out of his mouth.
“Okay?” He gasped out the word, still rocking into her.
“Yeah.” She rested her head on his shoulder, waiting for a headache. Nothing. Dr. Simon had told her they may come and go, and that the human brain was a mystery they might never solve. She smiled, remembering how he had stood at the end of her bed while he had told her, like a professor trying diligently to drum knowledge into his student’s head. “Really okay.”
She slid off him, and touched the quick release on the wrist restraint. Elijah wrapped it, freed his other wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
“You were incredible. My God, Kaylee, I’ve never let go like that.”
“So, you liked being a little out of control?”
“More than I expected.”
“So did I.”
He kissed her, a kiss of welcome, of being together. She fell in love with him all over again.
“When I can see straight, Mrs. Black, I am going to make you my favorite dish.”
She propped herself up on his chest. “You’re going to cook for me?”
“You’re not the only talented person in this family. My beef stew has made grown men weep with joy.”
“Then I can’t wait to taste it. Elijah?”
“What is it, beautiful?”
Kaylee loved it when he called her that, in his deep, gentle voice. With him, she felt beautiful, every minute.
“I love you.”
He stilled, then sat, taking her with him. “Say it again.”
She knew why he asked; she had talked around love, but she had never had the chance to say those three words to him. Not out loud.
“I love you, Elijah Black. Even if your famous beef stew turns out to be less than weep worthy, I will still love you.”
He grinned, right before he tackled her, taking her down to the bed. “It will be the best stew you’ve ever had.”
“I don’t know. I make a pretty heavenly beef stew myself.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You are on.” Kaylee let out a shriek when he hauled her off the bed and set her next to her dresser. “Get dressed, Mrs. Black. We are about to have a beef stew showdown.”
She laughed, grabbing a fresh t-shirt and jeans. Life with Elijah Black was going to be unexpected, fun, and sexy as hell.
She could hardly wait.
*
Thank you for joining Elijah and Kaylee as they find each other. Next up is Greyson, who finally meets his true mate, in the most unexpected place.
If you haven’t read Wounds to Bear, or Grief to Bear, you can grab them on Amazon.
Who is Lily Marie?
I love to tell stories – everything from shifters and love in space to pure fantasy.
Add some strong but tender heroines, throw them together with tortured or bad boy heroes, and heat is bound to happen.
I write steamy romance – one sexy scene at a time.
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