His leg nudges mine apart, and gratefully I wrap my thighs around him. I have to spread wide as he’s still so much larger than me. His full weight pushing down on me, holding me in place.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
Not even when he takes my hands and guides them to the headboard, instructing me to hold tight and not let go.
“Or else I’ll have to get the cuffs out again.”
I grin. “Maybe I want the cuffs.”
I never thought I’d enjoy them. When he first proposed the idea, it brought up way too many fears. But Khatak’s been patient with me, and shown that trust can be earned. An entire side of me that I never knew existed has since emerged.
A wild side that can’t be tamed.
I might not be able to use my hands, at least according to his instructions, so I buck my hips.
His penis, long, thick and hard, brushes through my slick folds. Each bump on it rubs against my clit, sending delicious thrills through my body.
“Behave.” Khatak laughs. “Else I might not last.”
The admission just heightens my senses and makes me want him more. He’s close, and it’s not for a lack of stamina. This guy can go, and go and go. It’s all because of me. It’s all from how much he wants me.
He reaches down between us, fingers stroking all the right places. He groans. “You’re so wet for me already.”
“Yes,” I gasp as his finger circles that one spot. My eyes close in bliss as my hips rock, matching his rhythm. Soon.
And of course he pulls away. The tease.
I sniff. My fingernails digging into the wood. I really want to shove him onto his back and climb on top. But I want himpounding into me more, to see his face as he completely loses his senses and takes me for his own pleasure.
“So impatient, little one.” Khatak laughs. But thankfully he lines himself up. His eyes flicking up to mine, assessing, as he begins to push.
The pressure is insane as his large member starts to breach me. The stretch is almost to the point of pain. But so much pleasure as well. A burning need that I feel to my core.
And then he slides in, taking me with one long deep thrust.
We both lie there panting. I’m pretty sure Khatak swears, though my translator just beeps.
His hips begin to rock, a slow movement that has me simultaneously praising and cursing him.
Slick heat builds between us as I match his rhythm. Our bodies rub together, the smooth fabric surrounding us gliding against sensitized skin. Tangling in our limbs as our movements become more frenzied.
He’s touching everywhere. I can only hold on; the sensations are too overwhelming. Too much.
I’m so close, but…
“I can’t.”
My body is on fire. The pressure inside is building and building, growing impossibly. Every muscle throbs as I feel him glide in and out, my channel desperately clinging tight.
“Khatak.” A desperate plea leaves me.
“I’ve got you,” he groans into my ear. “Come for me.”
And just like that, I explode. Electricity shoots through my body, lighting up every nerve ending. I scream, though I can’t even hear my own voice over the groan that vibrates in my ear.
Every sense is focused on the way Khatak’s hips grind into my own, his cock deep inside of me as it pulses and swells with his seed. The heat bathing my insides.
And then the almost overbearing warmth of his body as it sinks down on mine. Never enough to smother; he holds himself propped up on one arm, just enough to gaze down at me. His eyes warm. His lips holding a tender smile.
