Page 27 of Temporarily in Love

“Take it,” I ordered.

She nodded and wrapped her boot-clad legs around my waist while I rolled my hips and took her hard. Her heels dug into my back, and I thrust harder. She pulled against the restraints, and I loved that she wanted to touch me, but she wasn’t allowed to. That made it hotter.

“Naughty girl, that’s why I had to tie you up,” I purred and pressed my thumb against her clit.

She squeezed her legs around my waist tighter, and I grinned at her trying to skirt the rules. But we both knew I was in charge tonight.

“My rules, love,” I said sternly.

“Your rules,” she repeated, but she didn’t stop squeezing my waist with her thighs.

“Be a good girl, and I’ll give it to you hard like you want.”

“What if I’m a bad girl?” she asked, biting her lip to test me. Like I wouldn’t punish her for disobeying.

I slowed my pace, sliding in and out of her so slowly that it felt like torture for both of us. She whined at the unhurried pace. “I’ll go that slow all night long. Beg me to go faster. Beg me to fuck you like the animal I am.”

“Please, Declan. I’m your good girl. Please give it to me.”

I quickened my pace, pressing deeper inside her, then sliding back out again. I repeated the action, slamming in and out of her like I couldn’t get enough of her. She closed her eyes and ground her hips up to meet my every movement. We were in sync with each other as our bodies moved together like we were one entity. I clenched my jaw, knowing I was close to coming, but I wanted to get her there one last time.

I grabbed her face in my hands and looked deep into her hazel eyes. In the dim light of my bedroom, her golden eyes sparkled. When she looked at me, it was like she knew every part of my soul, inside and out.

“Come with me, my love,” I whispered, more like begged her. I beseeched her to feel what I felt tonight. Old feelings were bubbling up to the surface, and it was hard to push them back down when she looked at me like she was mine.

She kissed me and squeezed her boot-clad legs around my waist tighter as she came. I was right behind her. I released her mouth to let out a low guttural groan as I came in long, hot spurts inside her. I came like I had never come before. Like I had been waiting for this woman, and this woman alone.

We were both out of breath but stayed joined for a moment while we came back down to earth. After a few more seconds went by, I pulled out of her and took the condom off, tossing it in the garbage. I undid the velcro of the cuffs above her head and released her from the restraints. I rubbed a hand across one of her wrists and kissed it softly. Then I repeated the action with her other wrist. I untied the straps from the bed and put the restraints back into the bedside drawer.

Lila laid back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. I leaned over and kissed her, putting every ounce of feeling into it. She wrapped her arms around me and stroked my hair while we kissed. Her lips on mine made me realize I felt nothing with any of those other women.

I broke off from her and stroked her wrists again. “You okay?” I asked. I needed to check in to make sure I hadn’t hurt her.

“I’m good,” she breathed out.

I gave her another quick peck on the lips and then got off her to take a leak. When I opened the door to the bathroom when I was done, she was standing there still naked but without the boots. She leaned up and kissed me sweetly. It was like coming home, like sixteen years hadn’t passed between us. I should have stopped it. I shouldn’t have taken her home tonight, but my heart and my dick knew what they wanted, and my brain needed to stay out of it.

I let her go so she could go to the bathroom, and I walked back into my bedroom. I put my clothes into the hamper. My eyes twitched at the sight of her clothes strewn across the floor. So I folded those up and laid them on the chair next to my bed. I didn’t like messes.

I got back into my bed and laid on my back.

Was it dumb to fuck her? Probably. Did I regret it? Absolutely not.

A moment later, Lila came back into the room and slid into the bed beside me, curling up against my chest. Other women said I was too pointy to cuddle with, but she never complained and wasn’t doing that now. I wasn’t the picture of masculinity. I was a lanky guy with skinny arms and legs, not a big beefy dude with six-pack abs. You could tell I spent a lot of my time behind a desk.

I kissed the top of her head and brought her wrists up to my lips again. One after the other. Aftercare after restraining a woman was important to me. “You sure you’re okay, love?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Was that your first time being restrained?”

She shook her head. “My ex did it once, but he used metal handcuffs, and they cut into my skin. Those cuffs were comfortable. Thank you.”

I stroked her hair while we cuddled together in my bed.

“That was different than before,” she whispered while she laid her head on my chest and stroked her finger across my chest.

“We’re not teenagers anymore,” I said.