“Then, baby, partnering with you is gonna be all kinds of good.”
I lifted my head half an inch and kissed him.
He kissed me back.
We broke the kiss, his fingers slid out as he dropped his head to kiss my throat. He moved to shove himself through the two front seats as I righted my jeans and then I shoved myself through.
I was belting my seatbelt when Creed put the truck in gear and rolled.
I looked to the side, saw he had the tip of his middle and index fingers in his mouth and he was licking them clean.
My clit spasmed.
Oh yeah.
This partnering business was gonna be all kinds of good.
I held onto the headboard even though I really had no choice.
With two scarves tied to my wrists, their ends clutched between my palms and the headboard, in other words within easy reach if I needed to release them, I couldn’t move my hands.
I was on my knees in the pillows, ass tipped back, Creed behind me, arms around me, both hands at my breasts, rolling and tugging my nipples as he powered deep.
My head flew back as the headboard rocked with his drives and my body’s jerks.
This shit was great.
“You okay?” Creed grunted in my ear.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Harder.”
He drilled up harder.
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
“Give me more, Sylvie,” he growled and I arched my back and tipped up my ass. “Yeah, baby,” he approved and slammed in harder.
“Creed!” I gasped, so close, oh so fucking close.
He pulled out to the tip and stopped.
No!
I pressed back but he moved with me, withholding.
“Need you, baby, I’m close,” I whispered.
He withheld, I only had the tip and his mouth came back to my ear.
“Keep your back arched, ass high, yeah, Sylvie?”
“Creed,” I begged.
“Let me give you somethin’ good,” he urged, his voice rough, the smooth totally gone.
I swallowed then nodded.
I lost the tip and I bit my lip not to whimper.
His fingers swept my hair over one shoulder then, starting at the base of my scalp, one trailed down my neck, between my shoulders, slow, so fucking slow.
“Arch, tip that ass,” he murmured and I arched deeper for him, lifting my ass further. “Beautiful,” he muttered, his finger going down my spine, down, between the cheeks of my ass, down through my wet, he tweaked my clit and my entire body jolted, the headboard banging.
Oh God. He was right. This was good. This was hot.
“You should see you,” he whispered and I felt both his hands at my hips, they went up my sides, light, over my ribs, light, and then they moved in to cup my breasts. “Give me those, Sylvie.”
I pressed into his hands. His thumbs moved to rub over my nipples hard, my body jerked again and my heavy breaths grew heavier. Creed rewarded me, his thumbs circling my nipples, pressing deep, making me moan.
“Fuck, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving to my back, pressing in more now, pushing me further down.
They moved over and curled around my ass, the thumbs sliding in, gliding along the sides of the cleft, one honed in and circled the sensitive skin and, fuck me, fuck me, I was so far gone, I wanted it so much I strained into it.
“Gonna take that,” he muttered.
Oh yeah.
He pressed in tighter. “When you’re ready, baby, gonna fuck that and play with you while I do. Rock your world.”
“Do it now,” I breathed.
His thumb moved away and I couldn’t control the whimper before I felt his lips move over the ass cheek of my right side then up to the small of my back.
“Oh no,” he whispered against my skin. “Got you tied and arched for me. Little at a time.”
“I’m ready,” I panted and felt his lips move against the small of my back like he was smiling.
“Pleased, Sylvie, but when I fuck that, you’re gonna be a whole lot more than ready.”
Holy shit.
Something to look forward to.
My legs quivered.
His mouth disappeared and not a second later, his cock drove inside again.
I came instantly and I came hard. Never better. Never bigger. Never.
Fabulous.
I took him through mine, I took him through his and I stayed tied, on my knees, arched with ass tipped back as he pulled out but moved a hand between my legs and toyed with me gently until he was finished with me. Then he positioned under me and I thought he was going to take me with his mouth but his long arms reached up, gently pulled the ties out from under my palms and he released me. With hands to my hips, he slid me down his body. When I was close, one of his hands slid into my hair to pull my face down to his and kiss me.
When he was done, he shoved my face in the side of his neck.
“You good?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
“How good?”
“Really fucking good.”
His arms wrapped tight around me and he gave me a squeeze.
I pressed closer and brushed my lips against his skin before I whispered there, “Thank you.”
“Baby, you don’t have to thank me for makin’ you come.” His voice had a smile in it. “My pleasure and I mean that in every way that can mean.”
I lifted up and looked down at him.
I was not smiling and his faded when he caught sight of my face.
“No,” I said softly. “Thank you for making me feel safe then giving that to me. Never, Creed, not once since him did I give over total control to a man. You’re the only one. I didn’t think I could like it. You made me like it. No, fucking love it and want more. So,” I dropped my face closer, “thank you.”
I watched a wealth of emotions flash through his eyes before his hand pulled me down and he took my mouth again, rolling me, covering me with his body, kissing me long, wet, hard and deep.
When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed over my cheek to my ear and his voice was hoarse when he promised, “You’re always safe with me.”
I held him tight. “I know.”
“I’ll erase him.”
“You already are.”
“Make your body sing.”
“You already do.”
“I love you, Sylvie.”
“I love you back, Creed.”
His head moved, I felt the edge of his teeth run light along my jaw then his lips came back to mine and he locked our eyes.
“Gonna claim back every inch of you,” he vowed.
“You already have.”
“No, I haven’t. But I’m gonna.”
I smiled against his lips. “Looking forward to that, baby.”
He smiled back. “I got that. Nearly begged me to fuck your ass.”
I shrugged under him. “You made it hot.”
“Oh, it’s hot,” he promised.
I squirmed under him. He smiled against my mouth again. Then he touched his lips to mine and lifted his head an inch.
“Need provisions,” he said quietly. “For you to like it, need you slick.”
He was killing me.
“Sex shop, first stop tomorrow,” I declared and he threw back his head and burst out laughing.
I stilled and stared as his laughter shook my body and filled the room with its beauty.
When he sobered, he grinned down at me then his grin faded and his hand came up to curl around the side of my head.
“What?” he whispered.
“I missed you,” I whispered back.
I watched him close his eyes slowly then his face disappeared in my neck.
We lay that way awhile before he rolled us to our sides but kept our bodies close.
When we settled, quietly he told me, “You got shit to think about.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Future shit.”