stop messing around and get inside of me.”
I chuckled at her whining order. Leaving her hanging for a bit longer was torture for both of us, but I managed until I couldn’t hold back any more. I leaned forward so that my cock slid into her crease, and I thrust against her, turning her into a babbling mess beneath me. Then, when I thought she was near tears from the torment, I lined myself up and slid home.
The tight heat of her body hugged my straining cock so perfectly, I had to wrestle myself back from the brink of orgasm. Once I had myself under control, I began thrusting, knowing this was likely to be over quickly for both of us. I circled my thumb on her clit as I snapped my hips, driving forward into the soft wetness.
“Close,” she whispered.
I doubled my efforts, driving my cock as deep as I could until I felt her shudder and convulse on me. I continued to rub her clit and thrust into her in an effort to draw her orgasm out as long as it could go. When her body relaxed, I dropped both hands to her thighs and pushed into her three more times before my own release barreled through me. It was as though every muscle in my body locked up as I emptied into the condom.
My thrusts grew shallow as I attempted to wring every drop of my orgasm. Releasing her legs, I let myself fall forward onto my hands as I caught my breath.
When I could finally form coherent words, I asked, “So…what did you think of the feathers?”
She lifted her arm as best she could with the cuffs and gave me a thumbs-up sign before letting it go lax again as if the act of lifting it had zapped what remaining energy she’d possessed.
“A-plus,” she said, her voice sounding still slightly out of breath. “No room for improvement.”
Chuckling, I bent down to give her a soft kiss on her lips and released her from the handcuffs. “No room for improvement? That actually sounds like a challenge.”
A smile spread across her lips, and she reached up and put her hands on my cheeks. Drawing me down so she could kiss me, she said, “Bring it on.”
Chapter Fifteen
ISLA
Hunter had texted me the day after we met and asked if I would like to get together with him for coffee or a drink. Since I was already nervous about the prospect of going on a date with someone I could actually be interested in, I figured adding alcohol to that mix could be disastrous for me. So I’d said coffee would be great and that I knew just the place. We were meeting at the Bean in two hours. Plenty of time to get ready and make it over there.
Except for the fact that I was freaking the hell out.
“I seriously don’t get you,” Liv said from where she lay sprawled on her stomach atop my bed. “You weren’t nervous before your other dates. At least you know this guy isn’t an ax murderer.”
“How would I know that?” I muttered as I dug around for a suitable outfit.
“God, you’re so literal. I just mean that you’re not going into this one totally blind. You know he’s attractive. And that he’s a guy, which is a step in the right direction.”
“Honestly, I wish I was bi. Girl Hunter had a lot to offer.” My voice sounded wistful even to my own ears. “I need a whole new wardrobe. Like, what even is my sense of style?”
“Do you want me to actually answer that, or…?”
“No, just…shh. Let me have my breakdown in peace.”
“Put on a maxi dress and call it a day. It’s just coffee.”
But it wasn’t just coffee. It was potentially my last first date. This could be the turning point of my entire life. Years from now, when I told the story of this night to our hypothetical children, I wanted to speak about how it was love at first sight…or second sight in our case. I wanted the story to be full of magic and fairy tales. An unbreakable bond formed over coffee and possibly a blueberry muffin. It would be the stuff of legends.
Jesus Christ, I’m really losing it. “I need to make a call,” I said abruptly as I left my closet and practically ran into the bathroom.
“Don’t cancel on him!” Liv yelled behind me.
Slamming the door shut, I leaned against it and found the number I