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With both my shirt and sports bra tugged over my head, I suddenly felt so bare. My instant reaction was to cover myself, but he caught my hands before they could reach for my breasts. Cupping my wrists in one of his large hands, he leaned over me and pressed them to the table above my head. I twisted them, testing the strength of his hold, but I couldn’t escape. He held me tightly enough to restrict any movement, but not so tight that it hurt.
“This isn’t fair,” I protested—just barely because I was so fucking turned on—his mouth hovering above mine as he held me in place.
His eyes sparkled. “You’re right.” He let me go and sauntered over to his jeans where they lay in a pile with my lamp. I watched as he walked with so much fucking confidence and swagger that it should be illegal. His muscles clenching tightly as he moved and his tattoos on proud display. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice that he was holding something in his hands until he snapped it together and made me jump.
His belt.
My eyes widened as I watched him twirl it around before settling himself back in between my legs, his hard condom covered cock bouncing around with his movement.
“Wrench…” I warned, unsure of exactly what to think of this new addition.
“You trust me?” he asked, wrapping the belt around his hand and then unwinding it again.
I wiggled uncomfortably, not because it made me nervous, though, but because I found myself getting rather excited. I nodded. “Yes, I trust you.”
His eyes burned with appreciation. “Give me your hands,” he ordered.
Slowly I held my hands out in front of me, surrendering myself to him.
Trusting him.
He wrapped the belt around my wrists as tightly as was still comfortable and did up the buckle. Then he slid his hand down the rest and wrapped it around his hand. I pulled on the restraints and he tugged back, hard enough to make me gasp. A smirk touched his lips, and with his free hand he grasped his cock, running up and down it a few times as I watched between my spread legs. My hips wiggled of their own accord, wanting to get closer, but with my ass already sitting at the edge of the table I couldn’t get to him, and he knew it.
I frowned in annoyance and he chuckled lightly. “Needy.”
I tugged again with my hands, and in response he wrenched them over my head, pressing them to the table again as he leaned over me. His lips brushed against my cheek and his hard body pinned me to the table. I jerked when the head of his cock brushed against my clit. The first time it could have been accidental, but then as it continued over and over again, driving me fucking crazy I knew it was him torturing me.
I lifted my hips, grinding against him as he swiped up and down then dipped just inside me.
It wasn’t enough to ease any of the tension I was feeling so I growled in agitation.
“You gonna behave now and not be so grumpy?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes,” I replied instantly, biting my lip to keep from moaning as he rewarded me by sinking all the way inside me. It didn’t last long though as he settled there, but instead of pulling out again, he moved his hips, pressing his cock in different directions, stretching me. “Damn it,” I cursed softly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time. Once the momentum started, I knew it was going to be hard for him to stop. His teeth attacked my neck, one small bite after another he trailed them down to my collar bone.
I linked my fingers together, squeezing them tightly as his tongue found my nipple, swirling and flicking it as harsh breaths escaped his nose. Even as he rose off me, I held my hands in place, exposing my body to his lust filled gaze, as he grabbed my thighs in his hands and his hips pumped harder.
My back arched off the table, which was already slightly slick with my sweat, the build up to something amazing heating my body, electrifying it to a point where I thought actual sparks may start to fly around us. His eyes held mine, they were so intense, so filled with emotions that I’d never seen inside a man before—not one who looked at me. It was like he wanted to consume me like he wanted to own me. If that’s what he wanted, I’d so happily hand over the keys to my heart because this man wasn’t like any others I’d ever met. He was sexy, smart and patient. He held himself with strength but never looked down on anyone, never made himself out to be anything other than he was.
What we had between us was genuine, it was real. There was a connection that I wasn’t even sure I understood, but just knew in my soul that it was there.
I moaned loudly, the slap of our skin against each other was in a perfect rhythm. “Wrench please,” I groaned, trying to hold my body in place as the power of his thrusts became harder and started to move me backward across the table.
No, I needed to be closer to him. I could feel the build beginning inside me and I needed it so badly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, anchoring myself to him and forcing him deeper.
“That’s it, take what you need,” he growled as his hand dipped between my legs and his thumb rubbed at my swollen clit.
“Shit!” I cried out as the world around me shattered into pieces. I felt like I was falling, but there was no use, I had nothing to grab hold of. My body exploded, and I screamed out his name as the waves of my orgasm rolled over and over. It was so intense, so fucking strong that I wondered whether they would ever stop.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” He grabbed the belt and pulled my body up. Slipping his head through the space in his arms, he positioned me at the edge of the table, my shuddering body held there by him.
The new angle had me tossing my head back, his cock now pressing upward as he altered his stance and angle. I couldn’t hold on, my arms linked around his neck becoming numb and my hair trailing down my back, tickling my slick skin. His body moved against mine vigorously, his chest brushing against my hard and sensitive nipples.
I exploded again, this time, dragging him with me off the side of the cliff as my pussy spasmed tightly around his cock. I somehow managed to grip some of his hair in my captive hands and tugged at it hard, drawing his head back.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he groaned with each jerky thrust as he emptied himself. His hands moved over my body, up my sides, over my breasts, and down my back.
“Goddamn it,” I said breathlessly as I finally looked up and met his eyes again. His body pressed against mine, his brow pulled together as if he was having trouble standing. It really was perfect. I didn’t want to move. I could have sat there forever, the both of us simply lost in an orgasmic state like nothing else in life mattered.
Eventually, his eyes came into focus and his hand came up to cup my face. “You are so fucking beautiful. I could watch you come over and over again.”
I licked my lips and grinned. “If every time is like that, you may just get your wish.”
