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If I didn’t already love her, that would have done it. Panic at the sudden realization and lust intertwined with my love for her and squeezed the frozen muscle of my untutored heart.
I leapt to my feet and smoothed her hair into a ponytail. Using those precious seconds to gather myself to no avail. Arching her back, I bit into her neck until she gasped, then plunged my hand down the front of her panties. I gathered her wet before slowly circling her swollen bud. “You, Hope, are an excellent mother,” I rumbled against her shoulder. “And Inky is covered. Baby monitor is on.”
She relaxed, circling her pelvis to place my finger where she so desperately wanted it.
I denied her and released her hair, allowing her to bend forward over the bar, resting her head on her arms before dropping back to my knees. Tapping the inside of her thighs, I prompted her to widen her stance before securing the cuffs to the bench.
“Is this position uncomfortable?” I rumbled as I stroked the inside of her thigh up to, but not breaching, the edge of her lacy panties.
“A little,” she admitted.
“Good.”
She huffed out a rough laugh.
“Still laughing, hm? Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Forcing myself to stand up and step away to take in the spectacle of Hope on her knees. Spread out and bound, waiting for my pleasure.
Her eyes, wide and wary, followed me. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as her teeth worried her bottom lip. “Ares…”
Immediately, I touched her, smoothing my palm down the length of her spine.
“You are stunning,” I assured her. “Beautiful inside.” I rounded her bottom and continued down the length of her quivering thigh.
She closed her eyes and lay her head down on her arm.
Reaching under, I pinched her nipple, satisfied as her eyes flew open, surprise and desire darkening her face.
I pulled my shirt over my head and unzipped my jeans.
Hope arched her back and tilted her hips in the sweetest of invitations.
Cupping her mons from behind, I dragged my middle finger back and forth along her slit over her panties.
She rocked back. “Take me, Ares…” she urged.
I chuckled, the sound dark even to my own ears. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
“I hoped,” she joked.
Trailing my fingers gently over the soaked material, I gathered the sides in my fists and pulled up, exposing the mounds of her bottom, then pressed my thumb against the ring of muscle guarding her most intimate of spaces.
“Ares…” she breathed.
“Yes, Hope? You have any further suggestions for me?”
“No,” she shook her head vehemently.
“You going to give me this?”
She paused. Stilled. “Maybe.”
I pressed hard. Circled.
She recoiled, then groaned and pushed back.
I released her, eliciting a ragged groan.
