Which was why it was so easy for her to let her walls down and give up to him in the bedroom.
She had one hundred percent trust he would not only give her the ultimate pleasure, but keep her safe and secure at the same time.
He climbed on the bed, his body ready in more than one place.
Her eyes landed on his stiff dick, the condom he’d tossed on the bed once he was naked, his hands reaching over his head to grasp the headboard.
“Can I use the sleeves of that shirt to kind of tie your hands there or would you rather not?”
“Oh, I was hoping you’d do it,” he said.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, her hands a little unsteady as she grabbed the shirt, then tied it around his wrists and the headboard.
Not so tight that he couldn’t remove himself, but she knew he wouldn’t.
She picked up the bandana and put it over his eyes and tucked it behind his head.
There was a feeling of power knowing she had Ethan Bond where she wanted him.
It felt as strong as the first night they’d been together. Where she felt she could be someone else completely.
But this time she didn’t want to be someone else.
She wanted to be her, only on steroids.
There was no reason to prove herself to him.
She could be a stronger more confident version of herself. One he’d seen before and she wanted him to know it was still there.
That sometimes it needed a little coaxing to come out.
She climbed on the bed, straddled his hips, leaned up on her hands, her mouth just a whisper above his.
“I’m on birth control.” Her tongue licked the corner of his mouth. “It’s your choice. I can use the condom, but I’ve been getting a shot for over a year.”
“I’d like that,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone in years without one. I’m all good if you are.”
She smiled against his mouth. He’d take that as her opening up more. Of giving a bit more of herself. “I’ve never beenwithout one. This was more for regulation, but now it’s coming in handy.”
He lifted his head to push his mouth to hers, his tongue coming out and showing her how much he was thrilled with that news.
They kissed for endless seconds. Minutes even. She slid her body some and opened her legs wide. His stiff dick was between her wet lips just getting a feel for what was to come.
The more she was worked up, the more he was jerking his hips to get her to do something else.
She wasn’t ready just yet though. Not when this was supposed to be about fun.
She got off of him, moved to the side, her hand grasping him to stroke up and down. “You just want to tease me, don’t you?”
“That’s the point. You can’t see what I’m doing. Unless you don’t think you’re strong enough to wait for it.”
“I’ve got all day,” he said. He was still grinning. He was trying to be relaxed, but she knew he wasn’t.
His body was taut with anticipation, every muscle coiled as if holding back a storm.
His knuckles turned white where he gripped the bars, the effort to stay still written all over him.
She could feel the tension radiating from him, a mix of want and restraint, and it sent a shiver through her because underneath it all, she knew it wasn’t just desire.
