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She wanted him to do it again, but he began leading her down the hall to her bedroom, instead. Once inside the room, he set down the bag he’d brought, and pulled out … his leather, padded handcuffs.
She blinked at him. “Are those for you or for me?”
“For you,” he replied, tossing them on the bed, the length of chain connecting the two cuffs clinking softly. He then pulled out several more items, laying them on the bed as well, and when he was done, he gave her a look that was a combination of hopeful anticipation and restrained desire. “You told me that yoni massages are meant to help build strong trust between sexual partners, so I thought, what better way to start re-building the trust I’ve damaged than to yoni the hell out of you. There’s nothing I want more than to have you trust me again, and to believe in me, and in us, and I’ll do whatever it takes. For however long it takes, because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m not letting you go.”
She took a quick gulp of wine, the thought of him giving her a yoni massage turning her all the way on and making her skin feel electrified, even as his heartfelt speech bombarded her defenses, weakening them further. They’d all but crumbled the night before, during her conversation with Dolly, and now, as she held David’s gaze, she tried to picture her life without him and it physically hurt. She knew he was flawed—hell, so was she—and imagined this wouldn’t be the last time she’d have to forgive him and move forward. So, drawing it out any longer seemed unnecessary.
Plus, there might be times when she’d be the one needing forgiveness, and wouldn’t she want the same consideration? She absolutely would.
Paige reached for his injured hand and examined it. Except for some lingering bruises, it looked like it was back to normal, which he confirmed when he said, “My hand is fine. So, what do you say?”
She gave him a slow nod. “Okay.”
His eyes gleamed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Yoni the hell out of me,” she said, then tossed back the rest of her wine.
David quickly arranged a soft blanket on top of her bed, along with some pillows. When that was done, he turned his attention to undressing her slowly, removing each item of clothing and gazing at every inch of skin he uncovered. Once she was naked, he instructed her to get comfortable on the bed and after she complied, he put the handcuffs on her, making sure there was some slack but not enough for her hands to touch.
Satisfied with his handiwork, David lit the aromatherapy candles he’d brought and set them in strategic spots around the room while she watched, bemused.
“Your aromatherapy candles smell better than mine did,” she teased.
“Probably because mine are real,” he teased back, picking up his phone and opening his music app. “Speaking of real, just wait until you hear my sexy, soothing spa music.”
A few moments later, the slightly mournful sounds of a cello filled the room and after setting his phone down, he moved to the foot of the bed and started taking off his own clothes, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. Then, gloriously nude, he pulled his hair up and secured it out of the way before climbing onto the bed and kneeling at her feet. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he murmured, opening the ridiculously large container of coconut oil and scooping out a chunk, rubbing it onto his hands until it was the consistency of lotion. He then instructed Paige to close her eyes and relax, copying the instructions she’d given him before his massage, with a few tweaks. “Breathe in the lavender scent of the real aromatherapy candles to tantalize your senses, and let the real, melodic music flow over you in soothing waves, easing all your tension.”
Chuckling at the dirty look she gave him before closing her eyes, he picked up one of her feet and lifted it into the air, bending her leg a little. “I want you to focus on the feel of my hands on your body and the glide of my fingers along your skin. Feel our connection and absorb the emotional energy I’m giving you, and let it heighten your pleasure,” he told her softly, turning serious as he began massaging the arch of her foot.
As his thumbs dug in, she groaned loudly, as if he’d hit one of her erogenous zones, and by the time he was working along her calf, her body had become almost boneless, completely at the mercy of his hands.
After finishing with the first leg, he laid it down, leaving it slightly angled to the side and then lifted the other, starting all over. When he was done with the second leg, he took a moment to just stare at her, spread out before him like a succulent feast.
After scooping up more oil, David adjusted his position so he was kneeling between her open thighs, then placed both hands on her hips and began massaging inward, to her abdomen, then lower to where she was lightly dusted with groomed pubic hair. He trailed a finger down through her tender folds, circling her clit and making her moan softly, before getting a few more fingers in on the action. Teasing her with long, sweeping strokes, concentrated rubbing, and gentle pinches, it wasn’t long before her breathing became a little shallow and she was moving against his fingers, although it seemed as if she was trying not to.
He’d watched several videos on yoni massage techniques in the last twelve hours and knew the main purpose wasn’t orgasm. However, as David watched the sensuous undulation of her hips, he was unable to stop himself from seeking out her warm opening and sinking two fingers inside her.
At the unexpected—yet welcome—feel of his fingers, a tremor went through Paige’s body and her eyes fluttered open, only to close again as his palm covered her clit and began rhythmically rubbing in time with the inner strokes of his fingers. Not sure if it was because he was really good at what he was doing (or because she hadn’t had sex in three weeks), but she wasn’t surprised when her orgasm hit and she found herself riding it out on his fingers, her hands pulling on her restraints and jingling the chain.
When it was over, she was barely given any time to recover before she felt him shifting so he was straddling her legs, his heavy erection resting against her now sensitive clit. Then his hands were moving over her again, this time up to her breasts, where he spent what felt like the next hour squeezing and massaging, while intermittently lavishing attention on her nipples. At times, he’d roll them between his forefinger and thumb, then gently pluck at the stiff peaks, causing her to loudly moan and arch her back. At other times, he tortured her with wet, velvety flicks of his tongue before lightly blowing on them, sending spikes of pleasure through her body and making her skin break out in goosebumps.
To her shock, the dual assault of nipple warfare and his hard cock rubbing between her legs brought on a second orgasm, and although not as physically intense as the first one, it was more emotionally intense. As it ebbed, she was left feeling like she’d completely surrendered herself to David, and it was a little overwhelming. Her throat tightened and her eyes started to sting with tears—tears that he saw when he looked up.
“What is it?” he asked with concern, as he took her face in his hands. “What’s wrong—”
“I love you.”
She saw his eyes widen at the unexpected declaration and felt his entire body freeze in shock, before he lunged forward, his mouth crushing hers in an almost uncoordinated, brutal kiss. She returned it the best she could, until he eased back to gaze down at her.
“I love you, too,” he said, his voice low and raw. “So much.”
Then he was kissing her again, this time gently, with reverence, and the emotional connection between them swelled, making her tremble. The urge to touch him was immediate and urgent, but since she was still restrained, her effort only resulted in the rattling of her chain. Hearing it, David broke off their kiss to quickly un-cuff her and the moment Paige was free, she reached down and gripped his steel length, then guided him to her entrance.
“Are you sure?” he asked, even as his eyes blazed with need.
Instead of answering him, she wrapped her legs around his ass and pushed him forward until he bottomed out.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “Jesus, I’m not going to last,” he groaned against her mouth.
