“What doyouwant? You said whatever I want is what you want, but what about the future? What about bigger plans?” I rock on him as I ask.
His hands tug on the restraints again, and I know he wants to touch me. I continue to rock slowly on him as I lean forward and lay on his chest. His shoulders slump, like the contact is exactly what he needed.
“I want you. I don’t care if we put titles on things. I don’t need to have this big, huge grand life plan. I want you. I want to spend every second I can with you. And whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.We’ll love each other through it all. If that lands on marriage and kids, perfect. If it doesn’t, also perfect.”
My eyes well with tears. I don’t think I could have found a more perfect man for my quirky soul.
“I’ve always felt like a man would tie me down.” We both chuckle, considering what he usually does to me. “So, I never really dated. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted the whole marriage-and-kids’ thing. I’m not against it, but at the moment it’s not something I feel will complete my life.Youare something that I feel will complete my life, though. And I like this idea of just living life, going with the flow. And seeing where life takes us together.”
“Kiss me. For the love of God, kiss me, woman.” His voice is strained, and I look up to see emotion all over his face.
I don’t hesitate.
I kiss him like I’ll die if don’t. I kiss him like it’s our form of a marriage contract. I kiss him like I hope I get to until the day I die.
I’m barely moving on him at this point, but it doesn’t feel like it matters. I reach up, untying the knot keeping him restrained, needing to feel his hands on me.
Within seconds, his palms are engulfing my jaw and cheeks. The passionate kiss doesn’t slow down, even as one of his hands moves down my spine to cup my ass. He starts guiding my movements, making my rocking turn more into bouncing.
Breaking the kiss, he hurriedly tells me, “I need you to sit on my face. I need to feel you come on my tongue.”
I don’t stop to think, my body moving on instinct as he slides down the bed a little, wrapping his hands around my hips.
The first touch of his tongue has me grinding against him.
“Fuck, James.”
He pulls back just long enough to say, “That’s right. Say my name, Trouble,” before going back.
I can feel myself getting closer and closer. My hands grip the headboard, trying to hold off my orgasm, although I’m not really sure why.
When I feel his finger at my entrance, I know I’m a goner. He knows I love the dual stimulation, and it’ll take a matter of seconds before I come, whether I want to or not.
“Yesssss, just like that,” I hiss. My head tips back as my orgasm crests over the edge. Wave after wave hits me hard, and I vaguely hear myself crying out with the sheer pleasure of it all.
I collapse against the headboard as Oakley shifts up so I’m straddling his torso.
“You have your fun?” he asks with a smirk, his lips and chin covered in my orgasm.
“I don’t know. I might want to try that again some time. Except not have you take over this time,” I giggle.
“Whatever you want, Will.” It’s huge he’s even saying that, especially after knowing his history.
While I’m still in that post-orgasmic haze, he grips my ass again, while holding me too him with the other hand before flipping us both over. My smile is wide as I look up at him, with the predatory look on his face I love so much.
“My turn,” he whispers before yanking up my arms and holding them in one hand. He doesn’t tie me up, but my body arches just the same as if he did.
Chapter 37
Oakley
Never did I think I would ever trust any woman to tie me up, but I would let Willow do it every single day if it got her off and made her happy.
It was cathartic to give up the control, to let her own my pleasure as much as she owned hers. I know she did it as a way to punish me for taking out my stitches, but what transpired from it was so much more. Talking about our future was just as sexy as taking her bare was.
But now it’s my turn.
We’ve waited a week to reconnect like this, and I’m going to be damn sure she can’t walk by the end of it. It’s long overdue, and although I understand why she wanted to hold out and wait until I was more healed up, it was hard as fuck to watch her walk around in T-shirts and panties every fucking day.
