When her mouth closed around the head, he groaned and pulled against the handcuffs. The sound of the metal straining echoed in the quiet room. She continued to tease his balls while she slowly slid down inch by inch, alternately pulling him out, then swallowing more of him. By the time she’d almost made it to the base, he quivered with barely restrained energy. Every muscle in his body felt taut as a bowstring.
The sheer power that she commanded zinged through her like an arrow. He was hers, truly and completely. Without her consent, he would endure the sweet torture of her mouth without coming. She knew at that moment her decision had been the right one. It took them more than ten years, but she and Nicholas had finally found the right place where they both belonged.
She squeezed the base of his cock, then gently bit him and she actually felt blood hardening him further, if that were possible. Renny pulled back just as slowly as she’d gone down on him, until they were both panting with need. It was time.
“That’s a mighty nice hard-on you’ve got there. Good enough to eat and to fuck. Would you like me to fuck you, Nicky baby?” She straddled his legs, the heat from his staff and her pussy mingling to create steam and the scent of animal arousal.
“Yes, Mistress.” He undulated his hips, pushing upwards, reaching just slightly for her.
She leaned back. “You must not touch. Only I can touch. Is that clear?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Nope, not God, just your goddess.”
“Sweet Jesus,” he breathed, his hands gripped the headboard so tightly his knuckles were white. The tendons in his neck strained against the flesh, every square inch of Nicholas’s body waited for her, in her control.
Heady, heady stuff.
She knelt over him and positioned the head of his cock at her hungry entrance. The keenness of the moment wasn’t lost on her. She almost didn’t want to start for fear the end would arrive too soon. As it was, Renny had never been so aroused in her life. Two strokes and she’d probably come her brains out.
Ah, well, it was morning. The rest of the day awaited them, more than enough time to explore the pleasures of the flesh and the ecstasy to be found when there was love, trust, and acceptance.
As Renny slid down his flesh, they both cried out with equal amounts of joy. Embedded deep within her, Nicholas pulsed and her answering clench made their pulses thunder even harder.
“You feel so good, so hard. God, Nicky, I can’t believe we’ve been missing out on all this for so long.”
He tried to laugh, but it was more of a croak.
“I’m gonna ride you now, baby, and you’re going to pleasure my tits while I do.”
“With my mouth or my teeth?” he gasped as she slid up and down an inch.
“Both.”
Renny leaned forward and his wonderful mouth closed around her breasts, sending bolts of sheer delight straight to her nether lips. As his teeth closed around a nipple, she closed her eyes and reveled in the amazing experience of being with Nicholas.
Her rhythm increased as her body urged her on, closer and closer to finding that peak, that place in time and space where nothing existed but desire and gratification. He switched nipples, biting and licking her with mad abandon. She slammed down on him, tightening around him, close, so close.
With a mighty wave of nearly blinding proportions, Renny’s orgasm started near her toes and worked its way up through her body. Stars sparkled behind her eyes, her nails dug into his shoulders as he plunged deep, deep, deep within her. Flying, soaring through the purple passion that gripped her in its talons.
Renny collapsed, rolling off him to lie on the bed trying desperately to catch her breath.
“Holy shit.”
“Yep, that’s for damn sure.” She sucked in a lungful of air.
“What does it mean, Renny?”
Through the buzzing in her head, she focused on his question. “What does what mean?”
“This. You coming here and bringing me the bat with my ring in it. What does it mean?”
Her eyes pricked with tears as she turned to face him, his dark eyes full of hope, worry, and anticipation, but most of all, love.
“Hi, my name is Renny and I’m pleased to meet you. Are you busy for the rest of your life?”
His face broke out in a wide grin and he kissed her fast and hard.
“Nope, not busy at all. I’m yours.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she unlocked the handcuffs. “Good. I wouldn’t want any other women finding out how amazing you are and trying to steal you away.” Renny tucked her head on his shoulder and his arm closed around her.
“Not a chance. I won’t make the same mistakes twice, I promise. I love you, Renny.”
She kissed his shoulder and closed her eyes against a tear that tried to leak out. Now wasn’t the time to cry, now was the time to start on their journey together. Again.
“I love you too, Nicky. Now about those handcuffs ... what do you think about getting another set?”
Beth Williamson
Beth Williamson lives just outside of Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband and two sons. Born and raised in New York, she holds a B.F.A. in writing from New York University. Beth has worked as a newspaper reporter, a poet, a novelist, and a technical writer.
Beth loves cowboys (long, hard, and packing), and anything from the Old West. She writes historical as well as contemporary erotic romance and romance. Look for strong women who know their minds and are not afraid to show it. No wimpy, whining, weeping heroines within a thousand miles! She professes a weakness, however, for alpha men and their controlling personalities. You can learn more about her work on her website at http://www.bethwilliamson.com.
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