15 Fit for love (2/2)
Joslyn pulled and tugged against the straps as Russ began to set a pace of gentle strokes and hip rolls. She wanted to touch him so badly, she couldn't stand it. he was driving her crazy with the slow, gentle rolls of his hips. It was slow torture, causing an impatient tension to build up in her body. ”Russ please,” she begged against his lips. He answered my teasing her neck with nips as he rolled into her even slower, ”I can't take it anymore, please!” She yelled out as she threw her head back, pulling against the straps harder.
Russ pulled away from her neck and smiled down at her before his attention moved to the bar overhead that the trapeze was attached to. He stretched up one arm to reach the bar and took the top set of straps with the other hand, causing the straps around her left wrist and ankle to tighten and pull closer together. He lifted himself off the grounds slowly, not leaving her body. He began even slower rolls of his hips, using his grip on the straps to pull her harder against him. With each stroke, he pulled harder and dove deeper, all while keeping up the relentlessly slow pace.
”Russ please!” She begged again beginning to tire from fighting the restraints for so long. She let her head rest against the hammock, unable to stop the heavy pants.
Russ slowly lowered himself from the bar but continued moving inside her as he undid one of her ankles. He brought her foot up to his mouth and nipped her big toe, before trailing kisses up to her ankle. He kissed and nipped the faint red ring around her ankle left by the straps before moving on to the other ankle and then her wrists. When he was satisfied, he pulled her up and threw her arms around his neck before he lifted her out of the swing. He carried her out into his bedroom and sank down onto the bed with her still wrapped around him. He bent down, one arm wrapped around her back and the other falling onto the mattress. He gently leaned her lower toward the center of the bed as he followed her down. As soon as her back was fully against the bed, he began kissing her and moving his hips once again. He lowered himself down onto his elbows on either side of her as he picked up the pace. As she moaned deeply, he trailed kisses along her jaw line to her ear. ”I love you.” He whispered into her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
Joslyn cried out and arched up against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and twisted her hands into his hair, reveling in the freedom to do so. She nuzzled her face into the bend of his neck and replied between gasps and pants in a near whisper, ”Love you…. too...”
She untangled one hand from his hair and trailed her fingers down his back, scraping her nails along the rippling muscles. She reached past her legs that were still tightly bound around his waste to grab hold of his powerful, hard glut. His pace had picked up rapidly as she ran her hand over his body, causing her to dig her nails in and use her grip on his ass to pull him deeper.
With a deep throaty growl, he grabbedher waist and flipped onto his back pulling her on top of him as he went. Too wound up to be shocked or embarrassed, Joslyn leaned forward and captured his mouth as she began rapidly twerking her hips atop him.
He broke their kiss and gently pushed her up to a sitting position. ”I want to watch you.” he said huskily, his eyes a blazing blue.
She was mesmerized by their brilliant blue glowing orbs. He began moving slowly pressing her palms down into his chest. She rode him harder, without taking her eyes off his face. Watching his eyes roam freely over her body was oddly arousing. Her pleasure was increased when he cupped her breast with one hand and her ass with the other. He crunched forward and seized her taut nipple in his mouth. She shifted her hands from his chest to his upper thighs and leaned back onto them, giving him better access to her body. Once the trimmers began to take over her body, she couldn't help but crumple her entire body down against his.
Russ held her tight against his body as he worked his hips beneath her. He propped himself up on one elbow, still holding onto her trembling body tightly with the other as he fought to find his own release.
Joslyn laid on top of Russ's chest as the aftershocks of their lovemaking continued to ripple through her body. Her arms were tucked under her body, palms pressed against his pecs. He had scooted them to the head of the bed and was now propped up against the headboard.
He had one arm around her waist and ran his fingers through her hair with the other. ”Do you have any plans for today?” He asked softly as he studied a strand of her hair, trying to hide the hope in his eyes.
She glanced up at him, glad that he was focused on her hair and not paying attention to the blush she felt heating up her cheeks. ”I had a message wanting me to come into work, but I don't think I'll respond to the text.” She buried her face so he wouldn't see her blush deepen. [That hadn't been all the texts, though.... And luckly I don't have to worry about canceling with... That guy... God was I stupid? Why had I thought I could fight this.]
He dropped the strand of hair and cupped her jaw and angled her face up to look at him. ”So then, what do you want to do today?” He smiled down at her as her face reddened more. He leaned forward and kissed her nose. ”Do you want to go somewhere with me?” He watched her expression as she contemplated her answer. ”We could just stay here if you want, but I'm warning you….” He bent down and kissed her lips with enough pressure to get his point across, ”We probably won't be leaving this room.”