More than Once

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He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over himself. He was prepared, unlike our first night together. Once it was on, he reached for a long golden ribbon from the pile of gift wrap beside the bed. My pulse spiked in anticipation.

“Arms behind your back.”

I did what he said, clasping my hands together at my lower back. This position made my breasts pop out, making them look bigger, and he eyed them hungrily.

“That’s better.” He brought his mouth down to taste each of my breasts, sucking on my n*****s, his teeth lightly scraping against them. I was soon lost in the feel of his mouth and his tongue, of the mix of pleasure and pain. But I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him, from grasping for his arms and his shoulders. I had to touch him.

Or maybe I just wanted him to tie me up already.

Andrew caught my wrists, gripping them tightly in his big, strong hands, and gave me a dark look. “I said, arms behind your back.”

He yanked them behind me and then wrapped the ribbon around my wrists over and over, binding them completely. Not so tight that it hurt, but enough that I couldn’t easily break free.

Once I was completely in his control and so turned on I thought I would explode at any second, he gripped my hips and lifted me up. With one smooth movement he brought me down on his hard length, impaling me deep inside. I cried out, and he muffled the sound with his mouth, giving me a long, thorough kiss, made even more sensual by the way we were locked together.

When the kiss ended, he looked me in the eye and squeezed my ass. “Now ride me.”

I began to move, rocking my hips against him, keenly aware of how my hands were bound behind me and how his eyes stared into mine. My breasts were forced out, my n*****s taut, and they rubbed against his chest with each movement. He looked and felt so good, it was pure torture not being able to touch him, but I loved it.

I threw my head back as I rode him, and his mouth found my neck. His fingers dug into my skin, and he urged me on, faster, harder, thrusting his hips up and then slamming me down against him. I strained against the ribbon at my wrists, feeling it bite into my skin. Tied up like this, all of my other senses became more heightened, and his every touch was electric. I gave up control to him, yet somehow I felt more powerful than ever.

Another orgasm rushed through me, like a tidal wave dragging me under, and I was helpless to stop it. Andrew’s fingers gripped the ribbon, and he thrust up into me with a fast, relentless rhythm, making my back arch. I felt like I was going to break apart into a million pieces, but he held me together. Somehow I rode through it as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, until he joined me, bucking his hips and groaning my name as he lost control.

I collapsed against his chest, unable to hold myself up any longer, and he cradled me against him, stroking my head. The moment had been so intense, both emotionally and physically, all we could do was breathe and recover.

He untied me and brought my wrists to his lips, kissing each one softly. “Becca, you’re the best Christmas present I could have asked for.”

“That was…” There were no words that could describe it. Amazing, incredible, f*****g fantastic…all of those seemed to fall short. In the past few months, I’d often wondered if I’d imagined how good it had been with Andrew or if my memory had become exaggerated and blown out of proportion with time. But now I knew it was all true.

“I know,” he said, drawing me into his arms again.

We relaxed into the bed together, wrapping around each other, pressing gentle, slow kisses to each other’s lips and bodies. As euphoric exhaustion pulled us both under, I was left with one final thought.

Andrew was the nicest guy I’d ever met, but he sure f****d like a bad boy.

CHAPTER TWELVE

ANDREW

Christmas morning. Snow falling outside the window as the sun rose. Becca, naked and nestled against me under a warm blanket. Could things get any more perfect?

Last night had been unforgettable. Seeing her hot little body all tied up and eager for me. Feeling her give herself over to me completely. Tasting her, sucking her, doing everything to her I’d dreamed about for the last five months…

I should have contacted her after I’d moved here. I’d started messages to her dozens of times, but had always deleted them. I’d just been so damn messed up after Tara turned down my proposal. Even being in a new city, being Andrew instead of Andy, hadn’t been enough to get over her. It took me months before I could look at another blonde without my heart clenching up painfully. And every time that damn Villain Complex song came on the radio I wanted to punch something. Did the radio stations have to play it every five freaking minutes? If I hadn’t run into Becca at the department store yesterday, I might never have seen her again. Thank god for last-minute Christmas shopping.

She was so beautiful I could stare at her forever, with that smooth skin and those soft lips and dark eyelashes. I brushed hair away from her face, stroking the top of her golden head. She stirred, snuggling up against me like she belonged there. I closed my eyes and tightened an arm around her body. As I dozed in and out of sleep, I found myself picturing other mornings spent like this, daydreaming of a life where I woke up with Becca at my side. My eyes snapped open when I realized where my thoughts were heading. Jesus, what was wrong with me? I couldn’t think about anything like that. It was way too soon, and I wasn’t ready for that kind of relationship yet. I might never be ready.