by Lili Valente
“We can talk about those things when you’re ready,” Blake said, sensing it wasn’t the time to push Erin to reveal her secrets. “But I can tell you right now I don’t care about what’s happened in the past eight years. No matter what you’ve done, if you were mine, I’d still feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
“You would?” Her bottom lip trembled.
“I would, but you’ve got to stop crying.” He laughed, a strained sound that grew easier when Erin laughed with him. “Or I’m going to start.”
“You are not,” she said, a hesitant smile spreading across her face.
He could sense how much she wanted to believe that this was a new beginning for them. But he could also feel the doubt that lingered in her mind.
This wasn’t the kind of thing that was going to be resolved in a few minutes and pushing Erin right now would do no good. It was time to get them back on more comfortable ground. Even as kids, they hadn’t been big into talking feelings, no matter how strong they’d been. They had always preferred to let actions speak louder than words.
With one deft movement, he gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them off.
“What if I said I was going to fuck my pussy? Would you believe that?” As he spoke, he trailed one hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing at the crease where leg became something more intimate. He could feel the heat coming from her core before he touched her and it was enough to make him even harder.
“Yes, I would,” she said, sucking in a breath as he brushed one finger up the length of her, catching moisture from her pussy and moving it to her clit.
“Now, the only question is: How am I going to fuck you?” As he spoke, he began to circle her nub, making Erin squirm beneath him and a sigh burst from between her parted lips. “Am I going to take you like this, on top? Or am I going to flip you over and lift your hips and take you from behind?”
“Yes and yes,” she said, twining her arms around his neck as she spread her thighs even farther, a clear invitation to do with her as he would.
“Or should I pull you on top of me? Let you ride my cock while I suck my tits?” He accentuated the last word by flicking the clothespins still attached to her nipples, making Erin groan. “Are you ready for these to come off?”
“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” she said, the strength of her desire clear in her eyes. “Now.”
“Are you giving orders?”
“No, but I’m ready to take them.” She released her hold on his neck, stretching her arms out to her sides, awaiting his command. “Tell me what you want, Blake. Tell me how to please you.”
His chest tightened and his aching sac threatened to burst as he looked down at Erin, suddenly longing to dispense with the Dom-sub play and let this time be different.
He didn’t just want to fuck. He wanted to make love. He wanted to show Erin with every stroke of his cock how much he loved her. He wanted to kiss her softly as he slid between her thighs, whisper all the things he’d held inside as he thrust in and out of her tight heat.
“If you don’t tell me how to please you, I might have to start pleasing myself,” Erin teased, a naughty grin on her face as she moved one hand to her stomach and then slid her fingers lower.
“If you touch my pussy, you’ll be punished. And it won’t be that spanking I know you’re after.” Blake grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her body. “Turn over. Forearms on the ground, hips in the air. Show me my pussy.”
“Yes, sir.” Erin smiled as she said the words, but he read the excitement—and relief—in her eyes.
She wasn’t ready to make love, not yet. They were both dealing with some unexpected and heavy emotions. He wanted to deal with them by delving right into the middle of things. She would rather distract herself. Erin needed to be fucked, controlled, taken in order to feel safe from the feelings that were scaring her. Blake realized that and was prepared to give her exactly what she needed. There would be time for making love later.
He and Erin were too perfect for each other to let a second chance slip through their fingers. They were meant to be together, a matching set, just like their tattoos.
“I think we’ll have to leave this exactly as is,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the angel tat on her shoulder. “It’s not bothering me to have the same ink anymore.”
“It’s not?” she asked, her voice breathy with excitement as he ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and tugged them farther apart.
“No, I like to see my mark on you. Now tilt your hips.” Blake sat back on his heels, grunting in satisfaction as Erin arched her back and shifted her pelvis, giving him a clear view of his pussy.
Her flesh was dark rose, and her lips plumped to a point that they looked bruised. At the center of her sex, her entrance leaked clear fluid down her thighs. She was as aroused as he’d ever seen her. Either the nipple clamps or the love talk had done the job of at least a half hour of foreplay.
Call him a romantic, but he hoped it was emotion that had made his pussy so wet. Still, he made a mental note to invest in a set of high-end clamps as soon as possible. If clothespins made his girl this crazy, he’d like to see what a nice set of metal screw clamps would do.
He could imagine himself and Erin in his new condo in Miami, cooking dinner together, Erin with her clamps on as they set the table and ate. They’d linger over a glass of wine and then he’d have her dripping pussy for dessert, right there by the windows that looked out over the ocean.
Just imagining the scene made his chest ache.
He wanted that. He wanted it as much as he’d ever wanted anything.
“Blake, please.” Erin moaned and arched her back even farther, making it clear how desperately she wanted him to touch her, fuck her.
Any other time he would have made her wait, teased her into a state of even greater arousal. But not now, not when her need was so obvious and his cock felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her ten minutes ago.
Seconds later, Blake was out of his pants and kneeling behind her, fingers digging into her hips as the head of his cock butted against her entrance. He didn’t use his hands to position himself or spread the lips of her pussy to ease his way. He simply thrust forward as he tugged her hips back, shoving his engorged length inside her. Erin’s sigh of pleasure made it clear she loved the hint of resistance as much as he did.
Slowly, drawing out the bliss of that first thrust into where she was so tight, so wet, Blake pushed forward until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed tightly against her clit. “Jesus, Erin. My pussy is so wet.”
Erin wiggled her hips, taking him in even deeper. “You make me that way, I can’t help it,” she said, a shudder of desire working through her body as her pussy tightened around where he lay buried inside her. “Fuck me now, Blake. Please fuck me.”
Blake grunted, delivering a sharp smack on the cheek of her ass, his cock swelling inside her as she cried out in excitement. “Do you want me to spank you while I fuck you?”
“Yes,” she said, another cry escaping her lips as he swatted her other cheek. “Yes, sir. Please. Please!”
Blake brought his hands back to her hips, digging his fingers into the full flesh with enough force to make her moan as pain and pleasure fused together. The tension in the muscles trembling beneath his hands made it clear Erin wouldn’t last much longer. A few more cracks of his hand and she was going to come before he had a chance to thrust inside her a second time.
Normally he’d be glad to feel her come at least once before he did himself, but not now. Not even thinking of dead puppies or his grandmother’s underpants was going to help him maintain control if Erin’s pussy started pulsing around his aching cock. He was too close to his own release.
“I’m going to give you what you want, beautiful, but don’t come until you get permission,” Blake said, beginning to pump in and out, slowly at first, but with enough force that Erin’s ass rippled every time he
thrust home. “If you come before, I’m going to use those clothespins on your pussy.”
“Yes, God, yes.” She gasped and her breath came faster as his rhythm increased.
The desire in her voice was nearly enough to make Blake laugh, no matter how close he was to the edge. He should have known Erin wouldn’t consider clamps on her pussy lips a punishment. She was into a little bit of pain. He could understand the kink completely. He enjoyed pain himself. He couldn’t wait to feel her teeth on him again, raking across his lips, digging into his bicep as she writhed beneath him.
“Don’t come, Erin.” Blake punctuated his words with a sharp smack on her white ass and then another and another. He began to spank her in earnest, reddening her beautiful ass until her flesh was swollen and every thrust of his cock into her pussy made her moan.
“Please, Blake,” she begged, her breath coming so fast he feared she might hyperventilate. “Please, I can’t hold back.”
“You can. You will,” he said, abandoning the last of his control, holding nothing back as he drove into her slick sheath. “Wait for me, baby. Wait.”
Faster and faster he moved, ramming inside Erin even as he reddened her ass until his hand itched and stung. She cried out and shoved back into his strokes, her fingernails digging into the carpet, desperate little grunts sounding at the back of her throat as she got closer and closer, until finally he knew she couldn’t hold back a second longer.
“Come, baby, come on my cock.” He groaned as Erin screamed his name and her pussy squeezed his dick.
Seconds later, he lost himself inside her, thick jets pulsing from his aching sac with a bliss that was almost painful. This time, he didn’t pull out, but spent himself deep inside her welcoming heat, the sensation of marking her insides with his cum making the orgasm hotter than any he could remember. Blake’s entire body shook with the force of his release, turning his bones to jelly by the time the waves of pleasure finally began to abate.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted as he fell forward, palms landing on either side of Erin’s. He buried his face in the sweat-dampened hair at her neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of aroused woman. “I love fucking you.”
“I love getting fucked,” she said, her voice breathy with laughter. “That was perfect. Just what I needed.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make you come twice.” Blake wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer, relishing the feel of his cock softening inside her. “I knew I wouldn’t last through more than one, you felt too amazing.”
“But what a one it was.” She sighed as she twined the fingers of her left hand with his. “I’m not greedy, one can be plenty. Though, next time, let’s skip the next to the fire thing. It’s romantic, but I’m a little dizzy from the heat.”
“I thought it was my superior fucking skills.”
She laughed. “That probably has something to do with it, too.” She shifted beneath him, dropping her forehead to the carpet. “I actually don’t mind the dizziness, but the dripping sweat I could do without.”
“I don’t know, I like a little sweat.” He ran his tongue along her shoulder, catching the lightly salty taste of her with his tongue.
“Me too, until it dries and starts to feel sticky and gross.”
“Hint taken.” Blake pulled out of Erin and sat back on his heels, watching her as she rolled over to face him. “What would you say to a shower?”
“I’d love one.” She met his eyes with an almost shy look that absolutely slayed him. “I’m assuming this shower will be coed?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to have to clean your own back…or my pussy.” He stood and reached down to help Erin to her feet, marveling that even something as simple as taking her hand sent a shock of electricity through his body. “Besides, someone has to show you how to work the shower nozzle.”
“Oh, I know how,” she said with a soft laugh. “In fact, I think I could show you a few things, mister.” She reached her hand between his legs, cupping his sac and rolling his balls in her fingers. “I could do some nice things to these in massage mode.”
“I bet you could.” He groaned and bent down to capture her lips.
She met his tongue with her own, sighing as they explored each other with a sweetness that surprised him. No matter how intense the fucking had been, the tender mood they’d established before hadn’t been destroyed. In fact, if anything, he loved her more than he had a few minutes ago.
“I love you,” he mumbled against her lips. “And I’m not going to stop saying it. If it scares you, you’ll have to get over it.”
“I’ll try.” She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him, pressing her breasts and the clothespins still attached to them against his chest.
“Are you ready for those to come off?” he asked, cupping the underside of her breast in one hand. “They must be stinging by now.”
“I like stinging, but, yeah. They need to come off if you’re going to soap my nipples.” She pulled away from him wincing as he removed the pins. “And once you’ve done my nipples, you should get my breasts all slick and soapy and fuck them in the shower. I heard something about a man wanting to fuck some tits a while back. That was you, right?”
Blake lunged for her and Erin squealed and made a run for the stairs, her squeals turning to laughter as he chased her straight into the shower.
They stepped inside and turned on the water without waiting for it to get hot, clinging to each other for the first few chilly minutes. Then, when the cool stream had warmed, Erin reached for the soap and turned back to him with a smile. A smile that promised everything naughty and nice, and everything Blake hadn’t dared to hope for.
His deepest, most secret wish was coming true. Erin was going to be his, and this time he was never going to let her go.
No matter what he had to do to keep her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Erin
Erin indulged in a full body stretch, luxuriating in the softness of Blake’s featherbed. Her body ached in all sorts of forgotten places, but it was the soreness along her jaw muscles that shocked her the most.
When was the last time she’d smiled so much it made her face hurt? Had that ever happened?
But then why shouldn’t she be smiling?
A few feet away, a gorgeous man who had made her come twice in the shower and two more times once they’d stumbled into his bedroom was digging through his suitcase and making noises about cooking tortellini for dinner. Every once in a while, he turned around to smile at her as he plucked jeans and a tight brown sweater from the neatly folded clothes in his bag and pulled them on, the look in his eyes leaving no doubt that he loved her.
He loved her.
Blake still loved her and wanted them to have a future together.
The thought was exhilarating…and completely terrifying. She felt the same way about him and he seemed to be everything she’d ever wanted in a partner, but there was still that shred of doubt.
What would he do when he found out the mess she’d gotten herself into with her ex? No matter how much he loved her, she knew it would be hard for Blake to respect her once he realized she’d willingly turned her entire life over to a man she’d barely known for six months before they were married. He would think she was a fool. Hell, she thought she was a fool, so she couldn’t really blame him.
And even if he could look past her poor decisions, what would Blake do when he found out she wasn’t flying solo anymore? That she came with extra baggage in the form of a nearly one-year-old little girl?
Would he still want her when he found out the truth?
And even if he did, would he be able to really love another man’s child? Erin couldn’t imagine building a life with a man who couldn’t love her little girl as much as she did. She wanted Abby to grow up feeling treasured by everyone around her. And if that meant Erin was destined to be alone for the rest of her life, so be it. When she finally got her daughter back, she was going to make whatever s
acrifices were necessary to ensure Abby had the happy, healthy childhood she and Blake hadn’t.
Even if that meant giving up her second chance with the man of her dreams.
“I’m going down to start supper,” Blake said, turning back to her with a pile of clothes in his large hands.
Erin forced a smile, not wanting him to see the direction her thoughts had been taking. “What’s this?”
“I brought you jeans, a sweater, and a long-sleeved tee shirt for underneath,” he said. “In case the sweater’s itchy. Size two on the jeans and small on everything else. Is that about right?”
“That’s perfect.” She took the clothes from his hands, marveling at the softness of the pale blue sweater. It was obviously expensive, which made her sad. She’d been with Scott for years and he’d never spent money on clothes for her. Pricey lingerie, yes, but that had been more for his pleasure than her own.
“Just about perfect.” Blake reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear with a smile. “A little skinny, but I can help you take care of that. I’m a decent cook.”
“You’re an amazing cook, but you can’t fatten me up until I get some modeling work,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve got bills to pay, and people prefer their models bony.”
“What people?” he scoffed. “Real men like women who look healthy, curvy, and happy.” He smiled as he moved toward the stairs. “Besides, I’ve got enough money to take care of your bills, don’t worry about it.”
“Blake,” Erin said, waiting until he stopped and turned back to her before continuing. “I don’t want you to pay my bills. I care about you and I love submitting to you, but I’ve learned there are aspects of my life that I need to be in control of myself.”
He nodded. “All right. But let me know if you change your mind. I’d love to help you if you decide to let me,” he said, the matter clearly dismissed. “Now hurry up and get dressed. I’m going to put you to work chopping vegetables. Can’t have you thinking you’ll be waited on every meal.”