Page 63 of Catch My Fall
I go to ask him why, but instead I do as he says, picking out a tie from the draw and returning to my position on top of him.
He raises his arms over his head. “Now tie my wrists to the headboard, princess.”
Once his wrists are secured, I peer down at him and arousal shoots between my legs. He’s completely at my mercy. This strong, dominant man has made himself vulnerable for me.
“From here on out, you’re in control. Say the word ‘red’ if you’re uncomfortable and we’ll stop. I promise.”
I lean down to kiss him, letting my pussy graze his erection and he groans into my mouth, thrusting upwards into me.
Sitting up, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders. My nipples harden under his heated stare.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princess,” he says softly as they drift over my bare chest. “I can’t wait to have those beautiful tits in my mouth.”
My pussy throbs so hard I’m certain he can feel it through his underwear, the steady thrum pounding in my eardrums as the thought of what we’re about to do consumes me.
I shimmy down the bed, gripping the waistband of his boxers and bringing them along with me, tugging them down his legs, his cock springing free.
My eyes widen as I take in every hard inch of him. Jesus, my imagination didn’t do him justice at all.
I have the sudden urge to lean down and take him into my mouth, to taste him, but there’s time for that. Right now, I need him inside me.
My heart is in my throat as I climb back over him, swinging my legs either side of his hips.
“Condom?” he asks.
“Don’t need one. I can’t get pregnant remember?” I hate how my stomach twists at the reminder. “I was tested in the hospital, I’m clean and I trust you.”
“I haven’t had sex in a long time, I never missed or wanted it until I met you.”
“Are you serious? How long?”
“Six years.”
My jaw drop open, his words have my stunned. Six years? How is that even possible?
It’s not until he clears his throat I realise I’ve been staring. “I don’t mean to hurry you, princess, but if you don’t get that pretty pussy on my dick in the next ten seconds, I’m going to explode.”
I gasp, my cheeks heating as a giggle slips out.
“You like me talking dirty, princess?” he smirks.
I nod. I don’t like it, I love it. Hearing his dirty words stir arousal inside me I never expected to feel. I never knew it would be something I enjoyed, but it’s something I could come to not be able to live without.
I take his cock in my hand, it’s warm and thick and I give it a gentle stroke that makes him hiss as I line him up with my entrance.
I hesitate as the tip slides in and my body freezes involuntarily.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he says, and my eyes snap to his. “It’s just you and me. I’m all yours and always will be.”
With his reassuring words ringing in my mind and his lustful gaze fixed on my eyes, I sink down, sliding over him with ease.
“Fuck,” he groans when he’s fully sheathed inside me, tugging at the restraints that bind his wrists to the bed.
I circle my hips as I rise up and slide back down slowly, revelling in the way he feels inside me, filling me up. Every shift of my hips has pleasure coursing through me, and after a couple of minutes, I find my rhythm.
With my hands on Alec’s shoulders for support, I grind my hips down on him, the angle allowing my clit to rub against his pubic bone, giving me the friction I need to find my release.
As I ride him, not once does Alec’s eyes stray from mine. It’s like he’s grounding me in the here and now, not allowing my mind to wander for even a second, and the intensity of our gaze has me clenching around him.