28. Declan

28

DECLAN

Having Ashley laid out beneath me, tied to the bed, at my mercy, was my greatest fantasy come to life. I’d never imagined that I’d see her again, much less be with her again. After all these months of pent-up desire, I was on a razor’s edge. I’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as I wanted her in this moment.

The fact that she was my wife, even if it wasn’t a ‘real’ marriage, still felt different. The woman laid out in front of me was my wife. Legally. And now physically.

My wife.

There was no denying that the act of being married made this special. Or maybe that was just the way it was with Ashley and me. The first time we were together had been the most magical night of my life.

I leaned down and kissed her hip, then her belly, then moved lower between her thighs. I spread her legs farther apart. Her sex glistened with her arousal. Using the tip of my finger, I traced the outline of her opening. It pulsed against my touch. When I reached her clit, I circled her swollen nub before licking over the sensitive spot. I repeated the motion again and again, and with each pass, her folds grew slicker with arousal.

Leaning forward, I licked the same path my finger had just taken. I heard Ashley gasp as my tongue grazed along her slit and then fluttered over her pleasure button. I covered her swollen nub with my lips and sucked her pleasure button into my mouth as the tip of my tongue flicked across it over and over again until her entire body shook. Her legs trembled, and her back arched as she cried out in release. I stayed with her, letting her ride out her orgasm against my mouth.

When her body went limp, I pressed a soft kiss to both of her thighs as her pussy spasmed in aftershocks. I ran my forefinger up and down her slit and watched as a single drop of come dripped from the base of her opening down her taint. Leaning forward, I licked it up, then went back to tracing her feminine folds. Her hips bucked as I continued teasing her.

“What did you think about when you touched yourself?” I asked, my voice gravelly and low.

My eyes lifted to hers. Her heavy-lidded stare was locked with mine.

“I thought about you telling me that you needed to be in control and telling me to spread my legs. I thought about you touching me, kissing me, and licking me.”

With each stroke of my touch, my finger was coated with her arousal as she grew wetter, and I grew harder.

“I thought about you fucking me. I thought about how good the weight of your body felt on top of me while you were buried deep inside of me.”

My cock swelled painfully, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. Like a predator claiming his prey, I moved over her, gripping my erection with one hand and aligning our bodies. Her chest was pressed against mine, and our faces were a millimeter apart. I stared into her eyes as I drove inside of her in one forceful thrust. She gasped and then exhaled into my mouth. Our lips brushed against one another, but we weren’t kissing—we were breathing each other in. Her inner walls clamped down around my cock. I rested my forehead on hers.

“This… this is what I thought about,” she whispered against my lips.

Her inner walls pulsed around my shaft, milking me as her hips began to grind into me restlessly. I was barely holding on. I knew if I moved, I would lose control completely. My fingers dug into her flesh, keeping her in place as I covered her mouth with my own, claiming her in an all-encompassing kiss and taking back control of the situation.

My tongue slid past her lips. I took my time, allowing the kiss to be the focus. I concentrated all my energy into making love to her with my mouth. As the kiss intensified, so did my reaction to her. My erection swelled, my heart raced, and my chest ached. But it wasn’t just physical. There was something more happening here. The energy passing between us was too much; it was too intense, too real.

There was a tension in my entire body that I didn’t want to name. I wasn’t sure I could, even if I tried. Without any warning, I abruptly broke our kiss and pushed up off of Ashley. I pulled out of her and then sat back on my heels.

Confusion swam in her ocean-blue eyes as she stared up at me with raw vulnerability. Ignoring her silent questions, I gripped her hips, manhandling her as I flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach. Her hands were still tied above her head, and I hovered above her so my chest was flush with her back. I reached up to make sure that the restraints weren’t cutting off her circulation. When I did, my cock slid between her butt cheeks. Feeling the pillowy mounds cushioning my erection caused my balls to tighten against my body.

“Is this too tight?” I whispered against her ear as my fingers brushed over the knot.

She shook her head as she breathed, “No.”

I loved that she was so willing to give herself to me—to surrender to being tied up. To allow me to take complete control.

As I shifted back so I was resting on my heels, my cock was still nestled in between the crevice of her perfect heart-shaped posterior. I placed my hands on her backside and kneaded her flesh, loving the way it felt to be nestled in her ass so close to her most forbidden territory. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of her. Still, it gave me just enough time to try and get myself under control.

When I felt like I could last more than two seconds, I sat back onto my heels and tugged her hips up so she was on her knees and her upper body was resting on her forearms. I stroked myself twice before lining myself up at her opening. I began to rub my mushroom head up and down her slit until her body throbbed against my tip. The beat of her sex sent a surge of roaring urgency pulsating through me.

Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as I gripped her hips, my fingertips anchoring onto her sides as I pushed past her feminine folds into the snug, velvety warmth of her sex. I watched as I slowly disappeared inside of her body. She was so tight that I had to take my time, giving her body ample time to adjust. Slowly, inch by inch, she accepted me until I completely filled her.

I stilled and moved my hands to her ass cheeks, rubbing them and then squeezing her backside as I slid out with just as much care and tenderness. My shaft glistened with her arousal as her feminine lips suctioned around my girth. Before I pushed back inside of her, I moved my hands back to her hips and shifted my knees so they pushed her legs farther apart, giving me better access and a stronger base for balance.

“I want to fuck you. Hard,” I rasped. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please, yes.”

After getting the green light, I thrust into her with so much force, I felt all the air leave my lungs. I pulled out and drove into her again and again. My hands gripped her hips tightly, keeping her in place as my flesh pounded against hers. The friction and pressure built to an intolerable level when I closed my eyes, and flashes of light exploded behind my lids. Pleasure whipped through me as my body shuddered with the sheer velocity of the powerful release. I surged into her one last time and lost myself in the aftershocks of my climax.

When I drifted back into myself, I lowered back onto my heels, and the moment I released my hold on Ashley’s body, she went totally limp. I reached up and untied the knot. Once she was free, I lay on my back and pulled her into me. She curled along my side, nestling under my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. My hand ran up and down her back and on to her hip as I caught my breath.

When she placed her hand over my chest, I picked it up and kissed the red marking on her wrist. My lips brushed her skin as I whispered, “Thank you.”

The night we’d spent in the hotel room, she’d told me that no one had ever tied her up before, and I felt honored that she trusted me to be her first.

Her eyes lifted to mine as a grin pulled at the edges of her mouth. “Thank you .”

She lowered her head back down and snuggled closer to me. As I held her, my wife, in my arms, and closed my eyes, I had to remind myself that no matter how right, how perfect, how real this felt, it wasn’t.

Ashley Thompson was my wife in name only. We were married with benefits, at least for tonight.