Tied with Me
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“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper against her.
She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.
My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.
She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.
Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.
“Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.
Love you, I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.
I get it.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.
I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.
“Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.
Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.
The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.
She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
She’s mine.
***
“I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.
We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.
She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.
“I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.
“Okay,” she replies and watches me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and drag my fingers down her cheek.
“Talk to me.”
I lift an eyebrow. “What would you like to talk about?”
“Tonight. Why won’t we be repeating it?”
“Because I’m not comfortable with anyone else seeing your body.”
“But undressing me was your idea,” she reminds me, her voice exasperated.
“I know, but in hindsight, I’m not comfortable with other men seeing you.”
“So no more club?” she asks with a frown.
I grin to myself. So she enjoyed the club.
“We can go again, if you like, but there won’t be any more demonstrations.”
“What if you’re asked to demonstrate on someone else?” she asks, her body tight with worry as she waits for my response.
I tip her head back so I can look her in the eye. “I already told you, you’re the only one I want to touch.”
“But you’re a master. Don’t you teach?”
“Yes, but it’s not necessary.”
“Maybe you can demonstrate with me dressed sometimes,” she suggests and shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“You’d do that for me?” I ask, cupping her face in my hand.
“You enjoy it, Matt. The thought of you doing it with someone else brings out my catty side, so, yeah, I’d do it for you.”
I don’t know what to say. Has anyone who means this much to me ever supported me so completely?
Only Caleb, but even he can’t understand it completely, as he’s never been in the lifestyle.
In one quick motion I reverse our positions and tuck her under me, pull my hips back and slip inside her and set to work showing her what her trust and obvious love mean to me.
***
“I’m glad you’re home, man.” I clasp Caleb’s hand and lean in for a man hug, excited to see my brother.
“It’s only been two weeks, dude. Did Seattle fall apart while we were gone?”
“No, but it’s much more boring without you and the girls.”
“Uncle Matt! Mommy and Daddy are home,” Josie informs me happily, hanging on to her mom with desperate arms like she fears her mom just might slip away again.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m happy to see them, too.”
“Hey, Matt.”
“Hey, doll.” I lean in and kiss Bryn’s cheek. She looks happy. Content. “How’s the most beautiful girl in Seattle?”
“Get your own girl,” Caleb snarls, then scoops Maddie up in his arms. “I missed you, buttercup.”
“I missed you, too, Daddy.” She laughs and kisses his cheek.
“Girls, come help me unpack. I think there might be some Italian souvenirs for you in our bags.”
“Okay!” the girls exclaim and follow their mom up the stairs.
“How are you?” I ask Caleb soberly.
“Never better,” he responds, and I know he speaks the truth.
She raises herself up, grips the base of my cock in her fist and sinks down onto me, slowly impaling herself inch by delicious inch until I can’t tell where I end and she begins.
Her head falls back, eyes closed, as she begins to raise and lower herself on me, riding me slowly, clenching that incredible cunt around my cock.
My God, she’s perfect for me in every way.
She opens her bright green eyes and smiles as she watches me, hums in happiness as I glide my hands up her thighs to her waist and guide her up and down.
Finally, I can’t stand being this far from her another moment. I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, pull her breast into my mouth and suck, sweeping my tongue over the tight nub. My hands find her ass, and I lower her on and off of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and holds on for dear life.
“Love this,” she murmurs, rocking her hips against mine, as we find a perfect rhythm as old as time.
Love you, I think to myself. Instead of being completely freaked out and fighting the compulsion to run in the other direction, my heart calms. Now I understand what drives my brothers with their women.
I get it.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she answers and tips her forehead against mine.
I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, and her pussy clenches around me, convulsing and shuddering.
“Come again for me, baby. Let go,” I murmur, crooning to her, watching her unravel around me.
Her eyes are pinned to mine as she bears down, grinds her clit against my thumb and comes apart, screaming my name and digging her nails into my shoulders.
The sweet pulses around my cock pull me in with her and over the edge, coming long and hard inside her, gripping her hips with all my strength.
She’ll have handprints there later, and I can’t bring myself to give a shit.
She’s mine.
***
“I can’t believe I let you undress me in a room full of people,” Nic mutters against my chest.
We’re lying on the bed, my hand drifting lazily up and down her back as her finger traces my abs and over the tattoo on my rib cage.
She claims to be an ass girl, but she sure has a thing for my stomach.
“I don’t think we’ll be repeating that,” I respond casually, masking the ball of unease in the belly she’s currently tracing.
“Okay,” she replies and watches me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper and drag my fingers down her cheek.
“Talk to me.”
I lift an eyebrow. “What would you like to talk about?”
“Tonight. Why won’t we be repeating it?”
“Because I’m not comfortable with anyone else seeing your body.”
“But undressing me was your idea,” she reminds me, her voice exasperated.
“I know, but in hindsight, I’m not comfortable with other men seeing you.”
“So no more club?” she asks with a frown.
I grin to myself. So she enjoyed the club.
“We can go again, if you like, but there won’t be any more demonstrations.”
“What if you’re asked to demonstrate on someone else?” she asks, her body tight with worry as she waits for my response.
I tip her head back so I can look her in the eye. “I already told you, you’re the only one I want to touch.”
“But you’re a master. Don’t you teach?”
“Yes, but it’s not necessary.”
“Maybe you can demonstrate with me dressed sometimes,” she suggests and shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“You’d do that for me?” I ask, cupping her face in my hand.
“You enjoy it, Matt. The thought of you doing it with someone else brings out my catty side, so, yeah, I’d do it for you.”
I don’t know what to say. Has anyone who means this much to me ever supported me so completely?
Only Caleb, but even he can’t understand it completely, as he’s never been in the lifestyle.
In one quick motion I reverse our positions and tuck her under me, pull my hips back and slip inside her and set to work showing her what her trust and obvious love mean to me.
***
“I’m glad you’re home, man.” I clasp Caleb’s hand and lean in for a man hug, excited to see my brother.
“It’s only been two weeks, dude. Did Seattle fall apart while we were gone?”
“No, but it’s much more boring without you and the girls.”
“Uncle Matt! Mommy and Daddy are home,” Josie informs me happily, hanging on to her mom with desperate arms like she fears her mom just might slip away again.
“I know, sweetheart. I’m happy to see them, too.”
“Hey, Matt.”
“Hey, doll.” I lean in and kiss Bryn’s cheek. She looks happy. Content. “How’s the most beautiful girl in Seattle?”
“Get your own girl,” Caleb snarls, then scoops Maddie up in his arms. “I missed you, buttercup.”
“I missed you, too, Daddy.” She laughs and kisses his cheek.
“Girls, come help me unpack. I think there might be some Italian souvenirs for you in our bags.”
“Okay!” the girls exclaim and follow their mom up the stairs.
“How are you?” I ask Caleb soberly.
“Never better,” he responds, and I know he speaks the truth.
