The Playground Page 4

  “Then show me, damnit!” She sounded impatient. The wriggle of her hips spurred him on.

  Devon reached between them, dragging his hand slowly down the length of her body before clutching his cock in hand. He adjusted himself and positioned his dick at the heat of her entrance.

  Just brushing skin against slick skin was enough to burn him. He wasn’t sure he could survive the flames once he impaled her.

  “I’ve missed you,” she rocked her hips upward.

  He arched a brow. She had to belong to him again, had to want to be his. He needed her, and the hoops, all the mess he’d gone through for Madame Eve had to be worth it, though a part of his mind wondered if Shelly meant everything she said. The last time they talked like this, they’d slept together but when he woke, she was gone, leaving only a note in her wake. “Together again? Forever?”

  Shelly tried to spread her legs.

  Devon grinned when she realized she’d been tied by the shorts he requested she wear.

  She didn’t respond other than letting out a grunt, then a groan when his hand caressed her stomach and his fingers skittered over her skin.

  His breathing went ragged, his pulse picked up. Strain showed in his bulging muscles as he hovered just above her, the head of his cock poised to strike like a spike through her. “You can walk away but if you’re going to, I need to know now.”

  “You’ll leave and never bother me again?”

  Slowly, he let out a breath and nodded.

  Her eyes widened. “I’ve missed you, Devon. I….”

  He pressed into her just so, increasing the contact. “Tell me, Shelly. Do you want me? If I do this, we’re together.”

  Her mouth hung open. She writhed beneath him, trying to get him inside her, but with her arms bound above her head by her bra, she couldn’t really move much, not even to circle her arms around his neck or grab his hips.

  Frustration flashed across her face.

  “I mean it. Say the word and I’m gone. I can take matters into my own hands, find someone else—”

  “No!”

  Her scream drew his attention to her lush mouth. But she’d said no. He lifted himself up.

  She shook her head, “Not that, beloved.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Then what?”

  She writhed beneath him, wriggling her hips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  He studied her expression; saw the softening of her eyes. His heart beat loudly against the walls of his chest, nearly stuck in his throat. “Say it.”

  “I love you, Devon. I will submit to you.” The words came out in a throaty purr.

  Devon hardened even more than he’d thought possible. She had said the words he longed to hear, but the message he wanted to convey was different, more important, and ran deeper than the deepest oceans. His heart held endless, boundless love for her. “You’re not submitting to me, Shelly. You’re submitting to us. To what we can be. Now hold on.”

  He gripped himself and placed his cock back at the entrance of her soaked slit. With one swift motion, he speared her.

  Both of them groaned out pleasure.

  Devon fell over her and blanketed her body with his. One hand reached for a breast, the other brushed sticky strands of blond hair off his face before reaching for her hands. Once he touched her arms, he clasped her fingers in his and began thrusting, in and out. Slowly at first, listening to the sound of her whimpers, feeling the movement of her pussy gripping him.

  He pumped harder, picking up his pace to the sound of her cries. His lips seized hers, his tongue invaded her mouth, and his hand captured her breast, pinched the nipple hard.

  She cried beneath him, writhing in pleasure, in tune with his movements.

  They were one unit, so close neither could tell where one began and the other ended.

  Hips bucked beneath his, her moans encouraging him to pick up the pace. His free hand caught her hip. Fingernails dug into her flesh.

  She cried louder into his mouth. Her screams danced over his ears like a skilled ballerina, floating him toward ecstasy. His body tightened.

  “Come in me, my baby.” Her broken words spurred him on, heightening his excitement.

  Balls tightened, drew up against his body. His jaw clenched. He forced himself to meet her eyes as he pummeled her, aware that she’d have the most interesting cross marks across her body in a few hours. Pumping harder, faster, Devon felt it well up in his stomach, the release. “I love you, Shelly.”

  “I love you too, my darling.” She came at the precise moment he’d uttered the words.

  A second later, another thrust had him biting her shoulder to stifle moans anyone passing by would surely not mistake as anything but what they were. Raw sex with a woman who pushed his buttons, stirred his heart, and made him hard by her very essence.

  Breathing raggedly, Devon shot deep inside her, coming hard and fast against her body as she had another orgasm from the pressure of his cock against her clit. He’d filled her, fucked her, and staked a claim on her now. “Mine,” he panted against her ear, blowing hot breath over her already sweaty skin. Finally, he collapsed on top of her.

  “Mine, too,” she whispered back and went limp beneath him. Her breathing settled. She tried to nuzzle him with her face. “Uh, honey?”

  He moved his head slowly, noted her arms still bound above her head. “Right.”

  Sliding out and off her, he threw an arm around her waist and helped her to sit. Carefully, he brought her arms in front of her, tugged off the sports bra, and stared at her rounded breasts, begging for his tongue. He licked his dry mouth.

  She gave him a wry grin. “I’d love to, but I think we’d better return to the hotel. I have work in the morning.”

  “And I have meetings all day. But look, what I said,” he paused, gauging her reaction.

  “You meant I’ve had a rough life, Devon. I agreed to this once Madame Eve contacted me because I wanted a change in life, a deeper meaning. With you.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I feel I can get that. But I need to go slow, okay?”

  He nodded. “I can do that. I can love you with the full force of my heart, only slowed down.”

  With her hands free, she slid off the platform, rubbed her ass, and pulled up her shorts. “I can’t believe these bound me.”

  “I told you before; I don’t need expensive rigging or high tech. I need only whatever is available. And I can take you to places you’ve never dreamed of.”

  She smiled, for the first time during their meeting, sincerely. “I’d like to go, with you.”

  He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arms around her lithe frame. “Then it shall be so.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  I started writing eleven years ago. My erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, as well nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio

  I host the Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata and continue to write for Sizzler Editions and Total E-bound. Readers can find my work, plus free reads at http://saschaillyvichauthor.com

  I edit for Sizzler Editions Intoxication Erotic Romance line and I’m also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us at http://www.writesex.net

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