his way back up her body to her flushed face.
"Had enough?"
She nodded breathlessly as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hmmm… should I untie you?"
"Whatever you want- just-"
"Just what?"
She moaned as he rolled her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
"If I give you what you want, you have to promise me not to run away again."
He stood and took his pants off. Her eyes were glued to his body. He grinned. Jesus, she was gorgeous. And very, very responsive.
He'd never had more fun in his life.
She whimpered in pleasure as he lowered his naked body on top of hers. He felt his cock jerk, eager to get on with it.
Down boy, not just yet.
"Elle. I need your word."
"Yes. I promise - I -"
He thrust into her, holding perfectly still while they both adjusted to the sudden onslaught of sensations.
"That's all I wanted to hear."
He thrust into her slowly, kissing her as she rocked helplessly against him. In minutes she was shaking, quivering all over his shaft as she came. He grinned and reached up to untie her hands.
He didn't stop his slow thrusting as he reached down and untied one foot at a time. The moment she was loose, she tore into him, grabbing and holding and scratching.
Jesus, she was a hellcat.
His hellcat.
After all, she'd put him through hell.
He was going to make her pay for it. Maybe he'd tie her up again.
Later.
He rolled onto his back and watched her ride him. She wasn't being gentle with his tender sensibilities. She was determined to make them both climax. Hard.
He felt the room go dark as he started to cum, his vision narrowing as he grabbed her hips and bucked upward. He rolled her onto her back and drove into her again and again.
"Fuck!"
She was writhing beneath him as he slowed down enough to let them both catch their breath. But he didn't withdraw. Her eyes widened when she felt him growing hard again.
He grinned at her humorlessly and held her hands above her head, reaching again for the robe sashes he'd secured there. He pulled them tight, tying her hands to the headboard.
It was going to be a long, long night for one naughty little runaway.
He'd make damn sure she never wanted to run again.
**********
Elle rolled over, finding the bed beside her cool and empty.
She looked around, wondering if he was gone. There was a shadowy form by the window. Jake was sitting in an easy chair in the dark. Watching her.
Stark relief flowed through her body.
He was still there. She hadn't dreamt what had happened on the plane. Or afterwards, at the hotel.
He'd fought for her. Hell, he'd practically kidnapped her. And what he'd done afterwards… she blushed. He'd worked over her body to such a degree… he knew every sensitive spot she had now. She knew he wouldn't be afraid to use them to his advantage.
Thankfully, they had the same goal in mind.
Pleasuring each other until they were weak as kittens.
"Good morning Elle."
Oops. He was
"Had enough?"
She nodded breathlessly as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hmmm… should I untie you?"
"Whatever you want- just-"
"Just what?"
She moaned as he rolled her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
"If I give you what you want, you have to promise me not to run away again."
He stood and took his pants off. Her eyes were glued to his body. He grinned. Jesus, she was gorgeous. And very, very responsive.
He'd never had more fun in his life.
She whimpered in pleasure as he lowered his naked body on top of hers. He felt his cock jerk, eager to get on with it.
Down boy, not just yet.
"Elle. I need your word."
"Yes. I promise - I -"
He thrust into her, holding perfectly still while they both adjusted to the sudden onslaught of sensations.
"That's all I wanted to hear."
He thrust into her slowly, kissing her as she rocked helplessly against him. In minutes she was shaking, quivering all over his shaft as she came. He grinned and reached up to untie her hands.
He didn't stop his slow thrusting as he reached down and untied one foot at a time. The moment she was loose, she tore into him, grabbing and holding and scratching.
Jesus, she was a hellcat.
His hellcat.
After all, she'd put him through hell.
He was going to make her pay for it. Maybe he'd tie her up again.
Later.
He rolled onto his back and watched her ride him. She wasn't being gentle with his tender sensibilities. She was determined to make them both climax. Hard.
He felt the room go dark as he started to cum, his vision narrowing as he grabbed her hips and bucked upward. He rolled her onto her back and drove into her again and again.
"Fuck!"
She was writhing beneath him as he slowed down enough to let them both catch their breath. But he didn't withdraw. Her eyes widened when she felt him growing hard again.
He grinned at her humorlessly and held her hands above her head, reaching again for the robe sashes he'd secured there. He pulled them tight, tying her hands to the headboard.
It was going to be a long, long night for one naughty little runaway.
He'd make damn sure she never wanted to run again.
**********
Elle rolled over, finding the bed beside her cool and empty.
She looked around, wondering if he was gone. There was a shadowy form by the window. Jake was sitting in an easy chair in the dark. Watching her.
Stark relief flowed through her body.
He was still there. She hadn't dreamt what had happened on the plane. Or afterwards, at the hotel.
He'd fought for her. Hell, he'd practically kidnapped her. And what he'd done afterwards… she blushed. He'd worked over her body to such a degree… he knew every sensitive spot she had now. She knew he wouldn't be afraid to use them to his advantage.
Thankfully, they had the same goal in mind.
Pleasuring each other until they were weak as kittens.
"Good morning Elle."
Oops. He was
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