Page 20 of New Resolutions

He gives me a little more before disrupting the push/pull we’ve been doing ever since we started this. He leans back on his heels…but takes me with him so that I am sitting in his lap. The position helps me slide down the rest of his long, thick length until he hits the very bottom of me. His arms come up to hold me close to his body. There is no space between his body and mine for anything, especially doubts.

He rocks his hips up into me moving us in small jolts that take my breath away since it rubs my aching nipples against the crisp hair on his chest. The arm wrapped around my waist helps me rise and fall with each one of his thrusts. His other hand drops between us to find the swollen bud he knows how to manipulate so well. His touch makes me arch into him offering him more of me.

“That’s it, sweet girl. That’s it. Cum on my cock so I can feel you milk me dry.”

His words are dripping in sin, and it really does it for me. It doesn’t take long until I hurtle toward a place I’ve never been before. It’s different with him inside of me. It’s more intense and more…meant to be. This time when my body starts to tense up, I am in his arms. When I fall apart, he’ll be there to hold me together. When my body tightens up around something it will be him instead of just emptiness. This time I have all of him!

He finds my mouth and seals us together as my thighs shake and my body coils up until I think I might break in two. His lips,his chest, and his length all push me over the edge as my channel starts to pulse around him. I cry out in his mouth as the intensity of my climax shakes through me, his name escaping my lips as my body throbs and contracts around the length of him. The orgasm is so intense, so strong, it overwhelms me, and the last thing my foggy brain registers is Rhett moaning through our kiss and warmth flooding inside of me.

When my eyes open again, I am alone once more. The side of the bed where I imagine he also took a nap isn’t warm so maybe he didn’t take a nap like I had to after he broke me apart and put me together again. Maybe it wasn’t as earth-shattering for him as it was for me. Maybe history is repeating itself and I’ve been ghosted after giving him everything.

My heart sinks at the thoughts and I try to roll over to stare at the ceiling like it might have all the answers I need. Only, I can’t bring my hand down like I normally would. I knock pillows off my covered arm only to find my wrist encircled in leather. I stare dumbly down at the cuff holding me to the bed. It’s not a normal cuff but one that I’ve seen on TV when the couple pretends to have kinky sex. The other cuff is locked around a spoke of the headboard…entrapping me. I give it an experimental tug to find out if I could just pull it from the bed, but it doesn’t give on my wrist or the iron of the headboard.

What the hell? What is going on and how do I…get loose? I drag the sheet up over my bare chest when the door handle begins to turn. My mind starts to whirl with all the worst-case scenarios that might be coming through the door. The maid? The…I got nothing! When the door swings open, it’s the large figure of my lover standing in the doorway.

“Oh, good. You’re up.”

What the hell? He acts like nothing is wrong with this picture. Like I’m not even cuffed to his bed!

“Sorry for that.” He says as I look from him to the cuffs. He walks over to me and starts unlocking them before sitting on the side of the bed and inspecting my wrist to make sure the cuffs didn’t do any damage. “I had to sign for some things for the doorman and I didn’t want you to run away from me again.”

“You…you handcuffed me to your bed…so I wouldn’t ‘run away’?”

“I knew it would only take a moment, but I didn’t want to chance it. Not again. Not when I finally have you right where I want you.”

“You cuffed me to your bed!”

“Angel, you’re fucking lucky I don’t handcuff you to myself.” He lowers his head to kiss my open mouth. “But I wanted to make you dinner and let you rest while I did it.”

“Dinner? What time is it?”

He checks the watch on his wrist. He’s fully dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt, no tie, everything in place. I’m lying naked in a rumpled bed with my hair all tangled into a…mess and with what I'm sure is a lost look on my face.

“Around five give or take a minute.”

“Five?! Five! Oh my God! I have to…I didn’t…and then there’s Sarah.”

“It would probably help me help you if you used complete sentences, love.”

Love?!

I feel like I don’t understand where I’m at anymore. I’ve lost the script, I missed the memo, I slept through half my life.

“I left the daycare short-staffed and didn’t say goodbye to the children.”

“I checked with the daycare because I knew you would worry. They said everything was fine. It was a slow day since lots of people hadn’t gotten back from traveling just yet. And I made sure the staff knew to tell the children and babies bye for you.”

“You did?”

He nods. He did. He knew I was going to worry about them, and he made sure I didn’t have to.

“Sarah? Is she alright? I just let your friend take her with him?”

“She’s fine and so is Javi. I promised her you would call her as soon as you woke up. And told her we would invite them over tomorrow night for dinner here. That seemed to pacify her for the moment. And I’m pretty sure Javi did the rest to distract her from worrying about you. Although I am more than glad you have someone who worries and loves you so much.”

He’s glad? Dinner? He’s answering questions but I’m still struggling to keep up and each new answer raises even more questions than I can keep up with.

“But not as much as I do.”

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