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JOSH

Nia has this habit of throwing her hands above her head while she sleeps, a simple, unconscious gesture that somehow makes my mind spiral into all kinds of delicious thoughts.

It’s something so small, so innocent, but the sight of her stretched out beside me, her arms up in that vulnerable, inviting position, sends a rush of desire through me every single time. I can’t help but imagine all the things I want to do to her, how I want to take advantage of the moment, of her trust, of the way she’s so completely at ease in my presence.

It’s a twisted kind of arousal, one that makes my dick hard and my pulse quicken as I lie there beside her, torn between the urge to wake her up and the thrill of keeping her in that blissful, unaware state.

The headboard I helped her pick out the first month we were together has proven more than once that it was worth every single penny. The hook and eye that I drilled into it helps too. But I’m not going to tell anyone that I've put it in or that Nia loves it when I use it to keep her tied up and at my mercy.

In fact, that's exactly what I find myself doing when she curls into my side and whispers three little words that I want to hear more than anything. When she is awake, that is.

Instead, she says them while she is still asleep, dreaming of what happened between us last night. I can tell because one hand slides down her stomach and into the panties that she wore to bed. Like the rest of her dreams, it doesn’t last long. And her body writhes against mine a few minutes later as she throws her hand back over her head.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I reach over to the side table next to the bed, my fingers brushing against the cool wood before finding the silk rope I bought online. The rope is soft, almost delicate, but strong enough to hold her in place, to keep her exactly where I want her. There’s something exhilarating about this, about the quiet preparation, about knowing what’s about to happen while she remains blissfully unaware. I lace the rope through the hook on the headboard, taking care to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake her just yet. As I do, I lean down to press a gentle kiss to her lips, a promise of what’s to come. She stirs slightly, her lips parting under mine, but she doesn’t wake. Not yet.

Nia remains fast asleep while I wind the ends of the rope around her wrists and tug them into a slipknot that will tighten as she pulls against it.

Once I’m sure it is the right amount of tight, I slip the blanket down over her body slowly so I don't wake her up. My fingers ache with the need to touch her, to claim her and make her mine forever. Instead, I hold my breath while I carefully slip the black panties over her hips and throw them behind me on the floor.

With Nia's body splayed out above me, I lick my lips and grab both of her thighs. Settling between them, I don't waste any more time. Sucking and licking her center, I use my fingers to press against her already wet core until she is beyond ready for me.

When her body arches up off the bed and she moans, I know she's woken up. But her hands are tied, and she can't force me closer. My hands hold her trembling thighs open, and I continue to suck and lick her clit until Nia screams my name and her orgasm slams into her body. Taut and quivering, her body is perfect against mine.

But I don't stop there.

Instead, I kiss the inside of her thigh, where I've just held it open. Working my way up her body with sweet kisses and gentle bites against her skin, my dick throbs with the need to claim her.

"Do you want it like this?" I ask her while I grab the base of my dick and press the head against her clit. "Or do you want me to take you on your knees?"

Nia bites her lip instead of answering me. Her eyes flare when I rub back and forth against her clit and slide just the very tip inside her.

"Make a choice, Nia." I pull out, even though it feels like I’m going to die as I do, and wait with precum beading on the head.

"This way." She shimmies, pressing herself against me.

Giving her what she wants, I thrust into her body in one smooth motion and then bring her legs up so they can wrap around my waist. She locks them there, and for a long few minutes I don't move. I let her do all the work, grinding down so that I hit the spot inside her that makes her body go crazy.

"Yes." I lean forward, caressing her chest, and press my lips against her neck.

The hurried thrum of her heartbeat meets my lips in a frenzied staccato that feeds my unquenchable lust.

"Josh," Nia cries out. "With me."

Her broken plea works its way into my soul and fuels the boiling heat in my veins. Just like every single time, the tingling starts in the base of my spine and hurls my body on the same path that Nia's takes.

I barely pull from her length in time to shoot my load against her stomach.

While Nia catches her breath, I get a washcloth and wet it with warm water, and then clean the mess from her body.

"Can I have my hands back?" She bats her eyes at me. "And thank you for using the silk one so I don't end up with burns… again.”

After releasing her from the knots, I rub Nia’s wrists where the silk has been bound around her skin. “Better?” I kiss first one and then the other.

“Much.” She smiles and wriggles her body against mine. “But you have to work today, and I have a date with Gem and my sister and Lyla.”

After another kiss, this one on her lips, I roll off Nia’s body and get up. “What are you ladies up to today?”

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