"I'm close. I'm close," she chanted, and I backed off to let her catch her breath. I took several slow licks up the entire length of her pussy. A long groan escaped my mouth, my voice making her hips shiver under me. I returned my tongue to her clit and brought her to the edge time and time again, each one taking less time than the last. Her panting cries were like music to my ears. I could feel my cock throbbing painfully against the comforter. Finally, she began to beg. It was what I had been waiting for all along.
"Please, please, please, please, please," she chanted, her voice hoarse and desperate. I lifted my face from her sweetness to look at her.
"Tell me what you want, baby," I told her with another growl.
"Please, please let me come," she pleaded, her eyes locked on mine and filled with need.
"Good girl," I said as I pushed a finger into her tightness and stroked it in and out several times. She arched her back as her heels dug into my upper back. I added another finger, and the muscles of her thighs began to quiver. She was keening at this point, and she started unconsciously trying to push me away with her legs, her hips bucking again. I abruptly stopped moving my fingers.
"Hold still or you won't get to come," I warned her with a low growl. Her immediate stillness, as she obeyed me, made me groan with need. Holy fuck, would that ever get old? I began fucking her with my fingers, harder and faster.
"So close...so close," she mumbled almost incoherently, and I could feel her starting to squeeze down on my fingers as they continued to stroke inside her.
"Now," I rumbled deep in my chest and swirled my tongue firmly on her swollen clit. She arched up again, then she took in a breath and screamed as the orgasm hit her hard. The walls inside her squeezed my fingers so damn tight I thought she might break them, but I continued moving them in and out of her. As she started to come down I flattened my tongue and pressed hard on her clit, sending her up again. This time she wasn't able to stop herself as her body convulsed, her hips squirming against my mouth, her feet trying to push my face away from her. She stopped breathing for a second and then wailed, long and with enthusiasm. I chuckled against her, the vibration of my voice making her squirm even more.
"Oh, Jensen. Oh, Jensen," she gasped as she began to calm down, her eyes still squeezed shut. I raised my head and watched her come back to earth.
"You taste so good, Sydney," I told her, and her eyes opened to meet mine. Her answering smile was adorable. I got up off the bed and grabbed my T-shirt off the floor and wiped my face off on it. I threw it back on the floor, retrieved the other two lengths of rope, and returned to my place on the bed between her legs. "Ready for more?" I asked her as I held the rope up for her to see. She looked unsure, so I dropped the ropes and crawled back up the bed to her side again. "Do you need to stop, baby?" I asked with concern as I cupped her cheek in my hand. "I can cut you out of those ropes right now if you need me to."
"No, I just..." She struggled to gather her thoughts. "Why does this turn me on so much?" she finally said with embarrassment.
"I don't know," I answered her with an amused smile. "But you're not the only one." I thrust my cock against the outside of her thigh, and she sighed with delight. "I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life."
"I want..." she said in discomfort. Her eyes moved away from mine as she trailed off.
I gripped her chin gently, and she returned my gaze as I spoke. "You can always tell me what you want. You know I'll give it to you if I can. Anything. Don't be ashamed."
She nodded, but I could see her still struggling to voice the dark desires inside her.
"Tell me, Sydney, tell me now," I lowered my voice using the growling forceful tone that I knew she would respond to as I tightened my grip on her chin. Her eyes locked onto mine, and her face softened.
"I want you inside me while I feel helpless," she whispered. "I want to feel like I belong to you. Like you can do anything you want, and I can't stop you."
Were hotter words ever uttered by a human being? I felt a warm rush of desire and possessive need flow out to every inch of my body that was better than any drug. The trust she was giving me was something no one had ever given me before. It was a gift. Did she have any idea she had all the power here? I had meant it when I had said I would do anything for her. Anything; because I loved her. I belonged to her, not the other way around.
"Spread your legs wider," I told her in a voice hoarse with emotion, and she complied immediately. I tied each of her ankles to the foot board and paused to admire her. It was perfect. She was perfect. I crawled to her slowly across the bed, placing gentle kisses all the way up her body, and hovered over her. I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening and watched her eyes hood over with anticipation.
"Please..." she whispered and I thrust myself into her, the tight wetness making me groan with pleasure. I paused at the end of her and kissed her fiercely.
"How do you want me, Sydney?" I asked in a whisper, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke. "Do you want me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes," she sighed with need, her head lifting from the mattress to kiss me.
She was so wet inside. It was incredible. There was almost no friction as I started moving in and out of her with quick deep thrusts. She panted out short soft cries with each one. I buried my face in her neck and let go of everything; everything but her. There was only her at the center of my world as this indescribable rush flowed out from where we were connected and shivered along my limbs, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
"Fuck, oh, fuck," I moaned and raised my head to look at her; our eyes met and locked. I had never felt anything like this connection between us. I moved inside her faster, pushing as deep as I could go, and she began screaming my name over and over. Her body arched up against me; her limbs pulling against her restraints. I watched her eyes roll back into her head and a flush of pink spread across her cheeks. She was gorgeous as she came, giving everything to me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and my own orgasm blasted through me unexpectedly. The suddenness of it shocked me. My cock started throbbing as pulse after pulse of my cum flooded into her. I closed my eyes and buried my face in her hair.
"Oh God, Sydney, I love you so fucking much," I growled out as the last of my climax shuddered through me, and I collapsed on top of her. I felt her body stiffen under me, and a sudden surge of dread replaced the pleasure of a moment ago as I realized what I had just said. Fuck, what have I done?
CHAPTER NINE
Sydney
His words registered in my mind, and I stiffened in shock. Jensen just said he loves me. I felt a tingling rush flow through my body and out through my fingers and toes. Oh, my God. He loves me. A sudden clarity overtook me, and I knew, down deep in my soul, that I loved him too.
"Cut me loose!" I cried urgently with a sudden need to touch him. "Cut me loose, right now!"
Jensen rose up above me, a startled, terrified expression on his face. He pulled himself out of me and scrambled away to grab the bandage scissors from the bedside table. He hastily cut through the rope around my left ankle, and did the same to my right side until both legs were free.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking with emotion as he moved to cut away the bindings on my wrists. "I'm so sorry, Sydney." The pain in his voice broke my heart. I could see his eyes turn glassy with unshed tears as he avoided looking at me, but I couldn't speak yet, the depth of my emotions overwhelming me.
Jensen gathered me into his arms as the last bit of rope fell away from my wrists, and cradled me against his chest. He pressed his forehead to mine; his eyes closed tightly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I shouldn't have said..." His voice broke into a sob, the painful sound piercing me, and I finally found my voice.
"Look at me," I told him, but he seemed lost and didn't respond. "Jensen! Look at me."
His eyes popped open and he finally met my gaze. The stark pain and shame I saw in his beautiful green eyes ripped me apart. He thought he had done somet
hing wrong. He thought I didn't love him.
"I'm..." he began, but I kissed him. I kissed him like he was everything, and I was nothing without him. I kissed him like I loved him; I claimed him. He started kissing me back; his desperation a palpable thing. It felt like he was pleading for me to love him, but I already did. I pulled away and placed my hands on each side of his face and captured his eyes with mine.
"Jensen," I whispered. "I love you."
He stared at me in disbelief, my words somehow not registering in his mind.
"I love you," I told him again, this time speaking louder and with certainty. I saw realization flow across his face, his mouth falling open in shock. He seemed honestly surprised by my statement. Did he not think anyone could love him? "I love you," I said it again, earnestly as I looked back and forth between his eyes. I watched my words finally sink in, and the sudden elation on his face lit his eyes into a brilliant green fire. He grabbed the back of my head, and crushed his mouth against mine. This time he claimed me, curling my toes with the intensity of it, and I realized he had been holding back all the other times he had kissed me. Most likely out of fear, fear of my rejection, and maybe fear of how much he felt for me. However, that was gone now, and the sweet bliss of it was astounding.
He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless, and rose from the bed still cradling me against himself. He carried me into his bathroom and set me down on my feet long enough to reach into his shower and turn on the water. He made sure it was warm under his hand and then took mine, pulling me into the shower with him and closing the shower door. He moved me until the water cascaded through my hair and down my back, pressing his chest against mine, his hands coming up into my hair and massaging my scalp with firm fingers.
"What are doing?" I asked him breathlessly, my body starting to go limp.
"I'm loving you," he answered, his voice heavy with emotion. Another surge of pleasure overtook my body with his words, tingling across my skin with gooseflesh.
He let go long enough to squeeze some shampoo onto his palm and began massaging it into my hair thoroughly until all of it was clean. He moved me back into the stream of warm water and ran his fingers through my hair as he rinsed the suds away. Then he squeezed shower gel onto a bath sponge and began to wash my body from head to toe, every inch of me, with a care and complete attention that left me speechless. He pressed kisses to my lips frequently, his hands touching me constantly as he worked. He was loving me and I could feel it with every kiss, with every motion of his hands on my body.
He put me under the water again to rinse the soap away and then kissed me passionately, pulling me into him with his arms and almost squeezing the breath from my lungs. His deep endless kiss ignited a profound desire inside me, and I moaned desperately into his mouth; his answering moan making heat pool low in my pelvis. He thrust his hips against me, his erection sliding against my belly. He pushed me back against the shower wall, still kissing me. His knee moved between my thighs and pushed them apart. His right hand slid down between my legs, his finger swirling around my clit. I gasped at the sensation, and he thrust his finger inside me causing me to whine into his mouth with need. He thrust a second finger into me and began moving them in and out of me in a slow steady rhythm; his thumb pressing against my clit with every thrust.
"Come, Sydney," Jensen growled against my lips and my body obeyed. My climax stunned me with its ferocity, and my legs felt weak as pleasure tore through me. He caught me as my legs gave out and lifted me up against the shower wall with a firm grip on my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he thrust his cock inside me before my orgasm had even ended. He moved in and out of me slowly, humming in pleasure with every thrust.
"I love you, Sydney," he said, and I opened my eyes to meet his. There was lust there, but also something more, a possessive and almost obsessed look in his eyes. "You're mine," he growled. "Mine."
"Yes, oh, yes," I moaned, his words triggering another orgasm that made me scream and claw at him with long scratches across his back. I swallowed his grunt of pain with my mouth as I kissed him desperately. Our tongues slid against each other, my lips now swollen and almost painful and my face feeling raw from the stubble on his cheeks. I didn't care, and I couldn't stop either. This moment, this connection with Jensen, was the most amazing, life-altering feeling I had ever had with anyone. It felt right, like this was where I was meant to be. "I love you. I love you," I chanted to him as we broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together. His breath seemed to seize in his chest, his grip on me tightening, and I could feel his cock start twitching inside me. He shouted incoherently as he pressed me hard against the shower wall and came inside me. I could feel his cum pulsing into me as I climaxed again along with him, my scream drowning out his groan of pleasure.
When we both came back to earth, he lowered me to the shower floor on shaky legs that I can't believe were able to hold me up. He raised his trembling hands to my face and kissed me gently, then pulled back and looked at me, his eyes soft with affection.
"I fucking love that gorgeous face," he said, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes practically glowed with love, and the force of it hit me like a blow. It would have been terrifying if I didn't feel the same way about him.
"I love you, Jensen," I told him with complete and utter sincerity. "You."
He sighed at my words, and wrapped himself around me in an almost crushing hug. I could feel his relief and gratitude as he held me. After a moment, I pushed away from him. I picked the bath sponge up off the shower floor and added more shower gel to it.
"Let me love you," I told him as I met his eyes and held his gaze.
"Okay," he whispered, his eyes clouded and unsure. He let me wash him, and I showed him my love with a care and complete attention that he deserved, whether he believed it or not.
"I'm starving," Jensen announced as he pulled on a pair of gray lounge pants. I was so distracted by his body that I almost missed what he had said. I had just put on the gray T-shirt that he had tossed me from his drawer and was sitting on his bed enjoying the view. My panties were here somewhere, and I started scanning the floor looking for them. Abruptly, Jensen's hand appeared, dangling my panties in front of my face. "Missing something?" he said with humor in his tone. I took them from his hand with a smile. He watched me with avid interest as I slipped them on.
"Are you hungry?" he asked me as I stood up and walked up to him.
"I could eat," I answered him as he wrapped his arms around me with heat in his eyes. "Food, dummy," I clarified as he smirked at me.
"How about Chinese?" he asked. "I know a great place that delivers."
"That sounds great."
"Let's see if I can hunt down the menu," he said as he released me and paced toward the door. I helplessly watched the muscles in his back as he moved, and I sighed when he disappeared down the steps. His body never ceased to amaze me.
It was no wonder he was starving. He barely touched his food at his mother's house. It had struck me as odd since he usually shoveled food down like a starving animal. Hell, his entire demeanor changed at his mom's place. He was quiet and withdrawn. I had gotten the impression that he would have liked to leave almost as soon as we got there. At first, I thought it was just because I was meeting his mom, but his discomfort had seemed to increase the longer we were there. It made no sense. When he had gone out to look at Erika's car, the panicked look on his face had made it seem like he was running for his life.
I had let it go at first, but then he was out in the garage for so long. I had gotten up to go the bathroom and passed one of the kitchen windows. I saw him pacing around in front of the door to a detached garage. He had looked so angry and distressed, and I didn't know why. I watched him slam his fist on the door and then disappear into the garage. For a moment, I had considered going out to check on him, but I didn't want to alarm his mother or anger him further. Now that we were alone I wanted to ask him about it. I noticed Jensen's phone was on the bedside stand
, so I grabbed it for him. I took the steps down to the living room and went into the kitchen to find him digging through one of the kitchen drawers.
"Where the fuck is that damn thing?" he asked under his breath. Then he pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Ha! Got it." He looked up to see me in the doorway and smiled. "What do you want to order?"
"Do they have orange chicken?" I asked him as I smiled back like an idiot.
"They do," he answered. "Just let me find my phone."
"Missing something?" I held his phone out to him.
"Thanks, baby." He crossed the room to me, and took his phone from my hand. He kissed my forehead and then started dialing the number from the menu. I left him to it and headed back to his living room.
I was sitting on the couch flipping through channels when he walked in, dropped his phone on the coffee table, and sprawled himself across the couch next to me. He laid his head in my lap with a deep sigh. I started running my fingers through his hair gently. God, I loved touching him.
"Food will be here in about thirty minutes or so," he mumbled with his eyes closed, obviously enjoying the attention. I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see me. We sat like that for a while, just being together, before I knew I had to say something about today at his mom's, or it would drive me crazy wondering.
"What happened at your mom's today?" I asked as his body stiffened slightly in reaction. "You just didn't seem like yourself while we were there." His answering silence was almost deafening. I looked down at his face and saw tension around his eyes and mouth as he stared at the TV.
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