Jesus H. Christ.
I was about to come undone just by that tiny little movement he kept repeating, over and over again. His mouth went back to worshiping every inch of skin as he moved up, but kept his fingers in place. I tugged on my restraints, needing to reach out to touch him, but I think the fact that I couldn’t was magnifying everything that I felt. I was normally such an independent person. I liked to be in control of things, since the control had been taken away from me once before. But this…this I could handle.
I moaned out his name when he finally sunk one finger, and then two, burying his head in the crook of my neck to murmur against my skin, feeling like a thousand tiny little kisses caressing me all at once.
“So wet for me already, princess. We’re just getting started.” He pushed his fingers in and out more rapidly, and my hips could barely keep up as I arched into his hand, grinding myself against it, desperate for his touch, starved for it. I couldn’t get enough. And then he was gone. I whimpered at the absence, peeking my eyes open to see him standing at the end of the bed. He slowly hooked one finger in the top of his boxers, pushing them down at a lazy pace, as if he were doing a little strip tease for me. Any other time, I would’ve sat back and enjoyed the show.
But this wasn’t the time. I pulled on my hands, remembering that I really didn’t have a choice, flopping my head back down on the pillow in frustration. I felt the bed shift, and then suddenly Justin was above me, this time completely naked. I felt his hardness brush against my stomach as he dipped down to place a simple kiss on my lips, and when he slid down slightly, it pushed between my legs. I wanted him inside of me so bad, but then I started thinking with my head.
“Stop!” I demanded as he situated himself at my core.
He paused, squinting down at me. “Della, it’s a little late for second-guessing. You have me all worked up.” He pushed against me once again, and I groaned at the contact, but I wasn’t stupid. I licked my lips, squeezing my eyes shut so I could try to get some kind of control.
“That’s not what I meant. I just mean…you need something…you need to use a condom.”
“Oh.” I felt his weight leave the bed, and I could hear him in the bathroom, opening and shutting cabinets and drawers, making a mess of everything, which only told me how much of a hurry he was in.
“I’m not on birth control anymore,” I explained, not knowing if he was really paying any attention to me in his frenzy to find a condom. He came back out to the bedroom, opening the drawer on the nightstand next to the bed and, I swear, yelled in glee when his hand landed on a single packet.
“How come?” I had to think for a second about what he was actually asking me. “Why’d you stop taking it?”
“Um….” I didn’t really want to go into the whole explanation of why, but I knew the meaning behind the actual question. “I really didn’t need it, so….”
He grinned down at me. “Good, because this”—his hands dropped in between my legs—“belongs to me. Remember?”
All I could do was nod, because I really wasn’t going to argue. I was his, and this time, I wanted to stay that way.
He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding it over himself, and pushed my legs open even wider before pulling back and finally sliding into me. He hissed as he entered me and then stilled, letting my body accommodate to him once again. It felt so foreign, yet so right. How in the world was I going to last for more than a minute once he started actually moving?
I COULDN’T BELIEVE that I actually had Della handcuffed to my bed. I was surprised that she hadn’t told me to fuck off and started screaming bloody murder once she realized what I was doing. That’s one of the things I loved about Della, though, most of the time she was more than willing to try new things, and I was just getting started on the different fantasies that constantly ran through my mind when it came to her.
I hated the feel of condoms when it came to her. I would much rather have nothing between our bodies, so I could be connected with every inch of her, but it made me relieved that she didn’t have the need to be on birth control. We would have to take care of that little problem soon enough, though. Or I would have to go to one of those wholesale stores so I could stock up on some jumbo boxes.