“And how am I supposed to be in charge if I can’t use my hands, Hetch?” She raises her hands in front of her and pushes out a huff of air when she realizes how restraining cuffs can be.
“Words, baby. I’m at your beck and call right now. You just gotta know how to ask.” I slip my finger through the cuff, making sure it’s not too tight.
“You’re gonna do what I say?” She doesn’t sound so sure, but fuck me, looking at her right now, hands restrained in front of her, lace-covered * pressed against my stomach, I’d fucking do anything she asked.
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.” She rolls her hips, and I have to bite back a groan when I feel her wetness through her panties, coating my stomach. “Tell me what you want, Liberty, or you get nothing.” She wiggles back, taking her wetness with her and stands. Fingers locked, wrists bound, her tentative gaze flicks over my face and down my naked body. It doesn’t take long before the hesitancy is lost and she is standing before me a different woman.
Strong. Confident. Hungry.
“Rip my panties off,” are her first words.
Not unsure. Not meek.
Strong. Confident. Hungry.
I’m not prepared for such a strong visceral reaction to her demand.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” My dick jumps and my stomach tightens in need. Not needing any more cues, I sit forward on the sofa, my hands immediately reaching for the sides of her panties. I dig in, yanking them apart with robust need. The lace doesn’t stand a chance of surviving when the harsh tear purrs between us.
“Now, sit back.”
I continue to follow my orders, my cock too invested in the end game to be put out by her demands. Only when I’ve sunk back into the sofa does she step forward, place a knee beside my outer thighs, and straddles me for the third time tonight.
“Jesus, Lib. I don’t have a condom.” I groan when her hips start moving back and forth. Her wet * slides along the length of my dick. It’s the first time my cock’s been acquainted with this kind of intimacy. The heat of our skin, the wetness of her arousal. I nearly blow my load like a fifteen-year-old kid.
“Where are they?” Her breath is wispy and quick. Her movements slow and deliberate. One wrong move here could have my cock sliding home, and I’m not sure once he’s had a taste he’ll ever come back.
“Fuck, in my wallet.” I think quick but make no move to retrieve the safety net.
“It feels so good, Hetch.” The cool metal of the cuffs digs into my chest, but I don’t let it take away from the heaven I’m feeling along my cock.
“So fucking good, sweetheart.” My hips start to rise in unison, in need. In hunger. Her hips continue to roll over me, spreading her arousal over my cock and balls.
“I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she adds, hitting the proverbial nail.
I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. Yeah, it’s like the holy grail to all cocks. Bareback and a tight, wet *, but it also means more to me.
A trust. An understanding between two people.
Am I ready for this?
“I’m clean. Always used one,” I tell her, my head hazing in and out of pleasure.
“Are we sure?” Her movements are slow and her head drops to my forehead, allowing us a moment to think this through.
This is not how I saw this going.
One minute I was a man in control.
The next I’m a slave to the feel of her around my bare cock.
“Your call, sweetheart.” I hand the decision over to her.
Liberty doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she rolls her hips one more time at just the right angle and before I know it, my cock is nestled at the opening of her *. On instinct, my hands move to her waist. Lifting her up, I position her at the head of my cock, and slowly, oh so fucking slowly, I slide her down my shaft.
“Fuck me.” I force my eyes to stay open and watch as her * swallows my cock whole.
“Holy shit,” she pants when I no longer can see my shaft.
“Yeah,” I say because I don’t know what else to say. It’s as if the whole world has shrunk down to just the two of us and nothing else matters except her tightness hugging me, and the wet warmth encasing my cock.
And then she moves.
At first, it’s a small roll of her hips. Shy and exploratory. I don’t move while she adjusts to me in a different position before slowly moving up and down. My hands haven’t left her waist, and once I manage to descend from what I can only call heaven, I get my shit together and help her along, lifting her up and pulling her back down just as fast.
“Feels so good.” She groans as our bodies collide. Her slamming down, me pushing up.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t want to fucking leave here.” I push out each word, the start of my release beginning to boil in my balls.
“Don’t leave.” Her eyes grow wide the harder we collide, and I know I’m hitting the right spot.