Page 64 of Dearly Unbeloved
I’ve tried pillows before, but I’ve never been able to get close to coming by just grinding. I’m so turned on already, though, it’s possible I’ll fall apart the second the fabric touches my clit. “I can try.”
Rose hands me the pillow, murmuring soft words of praise as I fold it and position the firmest part between my legs.
I sit down and roll my hips, moaning at the friction from the silky pillowcase. It’s never felt this good before, and I have to remind myself to focus, to lean in and put my mouth back on Rose.
Rocking my hips against the pillow, I lick and suck and nibble through the endless stream of whimpers falling from my mouth. When Rose’s thighs start trembling, I press one finger inside her, then two, curling them so I can massage her G-spot.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, grinding herself all over my face. “God, Sierra. That feels so good.”
Rose curses, tightening her grip on my hair. Her thighs close around my head, and it’s instinct to want to push them apart, but I resist. If she wanted me to, she’d tell me.
“Are you close?” she asks, and I don’t think she even realizes she’s pulling my hair. The tug sends a sharp jolt over my body, pleasure sizzling through me. “I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me?”
I barely pull back enough to groan a quick, “Yes,” before my tongue is exploring her again. I’m so fucking close, seconds from splintering, and I can feel Rose’s pussy tightening around my fingers already, but I don’t want it to end. It’s too soon.
It’s impossible to hold back, though, when she breathes my name and slips back on the bed, her body falling against the mattress as she comes. She doesn’t drop the leash, andthe tug pulls me forward with her, stealing the breath from my lungs as I burst into flames.
I squeeze my thighs together as I come, but all it does is push the pillow harder against my clit, and I cry out, another wave coursing through me. Rose soaks my face, and I lick up every drop, paying special attention to her clit until she drops the leash and gently pushes me back.
“Too much. Fuck, too much.”
“Sorry,” I breathe, pulling back instantly. I already miss the taste of her.
Rose sits up and cups my chin. “Don’t apologize. That was perfect. You did so well.” She pulls me up until my face is level with hers. “Look at you. So fucking messy for me. Such a good wife.”
She brushes a kiss over my jaw before her tongue darts out and she licks around my chin, my jaw, my lips, cleaning me of her. If it wasn’t so hot, I’d complain that I wanted that last little taste. I forget all about that, though, when she slips her tongue in my mouth and kisses me so hard my brain goes quiet for a moment.
I cling to her, breathing hard when we break apart.
Rose searches my face. “You tapping out, or can you handle a little more?”
“I can handle whatever you have for me.” I mean it, but the challenging glint that appears in her hazel eyes has me doubting myself.
Rose stands and points to the mattress. “Crawl up the bed. Stop by the headboard.”
I kneel on the bed as she walks away, and I can tell from the number of steps she takes that she stops bythe dresser, several feet away, with a perfect view as I crawl for her. It’s hard to believe I asked her to turn the lights out the first time we were together, and now I’m on full display under her gaze. A few months with Rose, and I’ve forgotten how it feels to be self-conscious of my body. If she likes my body—and it meets her impossibly high standards—it must be okay, I suppose.
The leash drags along the bed as I crawl, stopping just before I kneel on the pillows. Rose settles behind me, and I gasp as I feel something soft and silky tickling my spine.
“Do you want your hands tied to the headboard, or behind your back?” she asks, tracing the silhouette of my body with the end of the ribbon.
I place my hands behind my back in answer, and Rose wastes no time wrapping the ribbon around my wrists. She loops the thick ribbon several times around each wrist, back and forth, before tying it in a knot.
“Is that okay?”
I test the restraints, and my wrists barely shift. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not sore. “It’s good.”
Rose reaches up and pulls the leash up my body. The chain is trapped between me and the mattress, and I cry out as it brushes my clit, the cool metal fucking heavenly. “I want you over my knee.”
There’s not much space, but I shuffle around and start to bend over her knee before she stops me. “The other way.”
I frown, unsure what she means, but she points in the direction she means. Naturally, it’s the most tricky position for me to get into and, of course,she does nothing to make it easier. She watches as I maneuver, tied up, orgasm-addled, without a word, but her eyes are dark with lust.
A sigh of relief spills from me when I finally bend over her knee, facing the direction she wants, and she runs her hand over my ass. “Good girl,” she murmurs. “You’re so good at doing what you’re told.”
I close my eyes, preening under her praise. She pulls a pillow closer and sets it under my head.
“Thank you.” My voice is already hoarse, and she’s not done with me.
