times.
“Ah, ah, ah, hands to yourself. I’m just looking my fill at you. Wet. God, your pussy is dark and swollen. And your tits.” He sighed happily, all the while continuing to withhold himself, knowing how much she wanted that cock inside her.
“Your nipples are hard and swollen, it only makes the rings look hotter. Your skin…” with his free hand, he trailed a fingertip over the marks the flogger had left behind, up her belly and over each nipple, “…is such a pretty, pale pink where the flogger kissed it.”
His gaze, which had been following his hand up her body, returned to her face with a snap of attention. She’d been nearly panting, but the breath snagged in her throat at how he looked at her.
“Knees up.”
She closed her eyes a second as she quickly complied, spreading herself open wide. But instead of following to fuck her, he got to his belly and pressed his face to her pussy, bringing a gasp tearing from her gut and her hips up and into his mouth.
Orgasm hit her hard and fast, but he didn’t stop. He pushed her up and over a second time and even as she still sought to catch her breath, he moved and began to push inside.
Easily enough it turned out as he’d made her so slick. In one hard thrust he was in her so deep, pressed flesh to flesh, it made her mindless, sending her over into a series of slow, rolling climaxes as he began to fuck her.
He took his time, rolling his hips to get as deep as he could, the base of his cock pressing against her clit with each stroke. His abs actually rippled as he moved, driving her crazy.
“Your body is so sexy.” She managed to get the words out, glad when she saw his slight blush and then that cocky smile of his.
He drew closer, she could feel it in the way his muscles began to tense up, the way his smooth thrusts began to stutter here and there and when he came, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered that he loved her.
More than that, he owned her, body and soul. Confidently and with care all at once. They clicked into a new level of connection, bigger than she’d ever imagined. It was good and right. Solid and unbreakable.
Chapter Seven
“I’ll begrudgingly admit that this is really nice. Not as good as you eating pie off my pussy or anything. But as far as Christmas Eve dinners, this one is amazing.” She motioned toward the table between them, filled with all their favorites.
“I’ll keep the pie thing in mind. Still plenty of time left in pumpkin pie season.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She felt good. Light and filled with joy. The reason for it sat across from her looking delicious enough to take a bite out of. The Inn’s restaurant was beautifully decorated, pleasing the eye, making her feel very much in the holiday spirit.
“I propose this becomes our first Christmas tradition.”
He cocked his head. “Yeah? You don’t miss being with Kelly tonight?”
“I love my family and all. And I love living near them all so we can share great memories with them. But we get to make our own memories too. I like this one. I like having you all to myself and I know I can get you to bend on the midnight thing with my feminine wiles. If we were with Max and Kelly now, you’d have all sorts of backup to make me wait.”
He laughed, taking her hand and kissing her fingertips. “I like having you all to myself sometimes. And I agree it would be a good thing to make this our holiday tradition.”
“We can change it up after we have kids.”
He licked his lips, looking her over carefully. It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about kids and the future, they had. But he’d been treading carefully, waiting for her to be in the same place he’d been.
She knew it and she appreciated it. But it was time they moved that next step forward and she also understood it was up to her to give him that sign she was ready.
Rori would always have fond memories of her marriage and relationship with Zach. She’d miss him until she died.
“Ah, ah, ah, hands to yourself. I’m just looking my fill at you. Wet. God, your pussy is dark and swollen. And your tits.” He sighed happily, all the while continuing to withhold himself, knowing how much she wanted that cock inside her.
“Your nipples are hard and swollen, it only makes the rings look hotter. Your skin…” with his free hand, he trailed a fingertip over the marks the flogger had left behind, up her belly and over each nipple, “…is such a pretty, pale pink where the flogger kissed it.”
His gaze, which had been following his hand up her body, returned to her face with a snap of attention. She’d been nearly panting, but the breath snagged in her throat at how he looked at her.
“Knees up.”
She closed her eyes a second as she quickly complied, spreading herself open wide. But instead of following to fuck her, he got to his belly and pressed his face to her pussy, bringing a gasp tearing from her gut and her hips up and into his mouth.
Orgasm hit her hard and fast, but he didn’t stop. He pushed her up and over a second time and even as she still sought to catch her breath, he moved and began to push inside.
Easily enough it turned out as he’d made her so slick. In one hard thrust he was in her so deep, pressed flesh to flesh, it made her mindless, sending her over into a series of slow, rolling climaxes as he began to fuck her.
He took his time, rolling his hips to get as deep as he could, the base of his cock pressing against her clit with each stroke. His abs actually rippled as he moved, driving her crazy.
“Your body is so sexy.” She managed to get the words out, glad when she saw his slight blush and then that cocky smile of his.
He drew closer, she could feel it in the way his muscles began to tense up, the way his smooth thrusts began to stutter here and there and when he came, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered that he loved her.
More than that, he owned her, body and soul. Confidently and with care all at once. They clicked into a new level of connection, bigger than she’d ever imagined. It was good and right. Solid and unbreakable.
Chapter Seven
“I’ll begrudgingly admit that this is really nice. Not as good as you eating pie off my pussy or anything. But as far as Christmas Eve dinners, this one is amazing.” She motioned toward the table between them, filled with all their favorites.
“I’ll keep the pie thing in mind. Still plenty of time left in pumpkin pie season.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She felt good. Light and filled with joy. The reason for it sat across from her looking delicious enough to take a bite out of. The Inn’s restaurant was beautifully decorated, pleasing the eye, making her feel very much in the holiday spirit.
“I propose this becomes our first Christmas tradition.”
He cocked his head. “Yeah? You don’t miss being with Kelly tonight?”
“I love my family and all. And I love living near them all so we can share great memories with them. But we get to make our own memories too. I like this one. I like having you all to myself and I know I can get you to bend on the midnight thing with my feminine wiles. If we were with Max and Kelly now, you’d have all sorts of backup to make me wait.”
He laughed, taking her hand and kissing her fingertips. “I like having you all to myself sometimes. And I agree it would be a good thing to make this our holiday tradition.”
“We can change it up after we have kids.”
He licked his lips, looking her over carefully. It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about kids and the future, they had. But he’d been treading carefully, waiting for her to be in the same place he’d been.
She knew it and she appreciated it. But it was time they moved that next step forward and she also understood it was up to her to give him that sign she was ready.
Rori would always have fond memories of her marriage and relationship with Zach. She’d miss him until she died.
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