I pulled out at that point, inspiring a moan of disappointment. “I want to save the rest of my cum for your tight little pink hole,” I told her.
“It’s all yours,” Shay purred. “I’m at your fucking mercy… –Wait, what are you doing?”
“Just rearranging you,” I informed her. Once I had the cords from her ankles untied from the foot of the bed, I pushed her legs up and retied them to the ends of the headboard, leaving her bent double with her sex wide open and unprotected, pointing at the ceiling. I wadded up the tatters of her panties and tossed them aside.
“Fuck…” she moaned. “I feel so exposed… this is so fucking hot… Give me that beautiful dick, lover–fuck me silly…”
Before I did that, I reached around her hips and under her legs to play with her nipples, then bent forward and lapped at her flowing quim with a broad tongue. She gasped and cried out my name, cumming again when I flickered my tongue over her clit. Then I assumed front-leaning rest position above her, pushing my cock into her defenseless hole, and did my best to fuck her into the mattress. There was no gentleness–I jackhammered her body as hard and fast and furiously as I physically could, with no thought for anything but slamming my cock into her again and again and again. The bed creaked, her fat titties bounced and jiggled in every direction, and she moaned and mewled and cried out my name until I bent my head to claim her lips. Shay kissed me back feverishly as I railed her pussy; she broke the kiss when another powerful orgasm set her head rolling from side to side.
I pulled out and took the cuffs off her ankles. “Are you done?” Shay asked, sounding a little dazed. “I didn’t think you’d cum yet…”
“I haven’t, and no, I’m not done,” I assured her. “I’m just turning you over.”
“Mmmm,” she purred as I flipped her onto her stomach, taking the chance to send another consignment of torn black fabric after the first one. I pulled up on her ass a little to give myself the right approach angle and guided my cock back into her welcoming pussy. I reached under her to grab her tits, lay down on top of her, and thrust home. It wasn’t the best position for deep penetration, but I was able to go plenty deep enough, and I loved the feeling of having Shay completely wrapped up. Apparently she did too, whispering, “Ooooh, I like this… I belong to you… I’m all yours, love… completely, totally yours…”
I kneaded her tits and kissed the back of her neck, and I fucked her with long, slow, steady strokes. I felt spent down to peace, if that makes any sense, filled with love and gratitude for this amazing woman who had made me her own, and given herself to me in return. I tried to tell her how grateful I was and how much I loved her, how much she meant to me. Finally, Shay murmured, “Show me, baby. I’m close–fill me with your cum, fill me with your love–let me cum with you.”
I gently bit the back of her neck, thrust home once more, and let go; I cried out, “All yours,” as I emptied my balls into her womb. It felt like a catharsis; somehow, it also felt like a promise. With a low, breathless moan, she came with me, her tight little pussy pulsing and thundering around my rod.
Once our mutual climax began to fade, I pushed myself up to let Shay breathe properly. I pulled out of her well-fucked hole and straddled her to undo her remaining bonds. Once she was free, she rolled over and pulled me down to give me a long, steamy kiss. “My love,” she murmured, sounding deeply satisfied.
“All yours,” I agreed. “And you are mine.”
“All yours,” she echoed. “Always and forever.”
“Always and forever.”
We kissed for a while, then I rolled off onto my back. Shay rolled up against me and laid her head on my shoulder, draping one arm across my chest with her hand on my other shoulder. I stroked her hair and gently kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you, love,” I said. “I know it was your fantasy, but it was really lucky for me that you picked tonight… I really needed this.”
“I know,” she responded, the smile clear in her voice.
I was surprised, but felt too tired and languid to move. “What do you mean?” I asked after a moment.
“I’ve been cultivating your office admin,” Shay confessed matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry, I’m not compromising confidentiality–I know that in my line of work, too, and I would never do anything to hurt you. But she knows you better than you realize, and she loves you like the little brother she always wanted (her words, by the way). Before you even left work, she’d sent me a text telling me the sort of day you’d had and the mood you were in. I’d been planning to do this, I just hadn’t decided when; Alicia’s text told me today was the day. So I called Laney–”
“Ahh, Laney again,” I said, grinning. We’d double-dated a number of times with Laney and her husband Paul, and I liked them both immensely. Laney’s another redhead, but five-foot-nothing and ninety pounds soaking wet; she’s a firecracker, though, with six feet worth of personality and a wicked sense of humor. Paul’s well over six foot and built like a marble slab–I’d bet he could lift Laney sitting on one hand–with a deep, rumbling voice and a sly wit. Laney’s on Shay’s team at their firm, while Paul is, of all the counter-stereotyped things, a pediatrician. They’re planning on kids of their own soon; Shay and I are already laying plans to help her out when that happens, because she looks likely to be broad as a barn door and round as the moon. She’ll have the best pre-natal care, though.
“Yes,” Shay smiled. “She was tickled pink to do it, too. She never liked Ted, but she thinks you’re wonderful. She’s told me over and over I’m almost as lucky as she is.”
I chuckled at that. “I have to agree. Paul’s an amazing man. Getting to know him–and Laney, to be sure–has been a big fringe benefit of dating you.”
Shay wriggled against me enjoyably. “He’s an amazing man for Laney,” she purred. “You are every bit as amazing a man for me.”
“I’m glad you think so, love,” I said, nuzzling her hair. “That’s a high compliment.”
My phone rang. It was the guitar interlude from Old Dominion’s “No Such Thing as a Broken Heart,” so I knew it was my folks. (No, I’m not a big country fan, but the first time I heard the song it made me think of them, so.) Shay recognized it immediately as well and gave me a nudge. I grabbed the phone with my free hand. “Hey, I’m here.”
“And so formal, as always,” my dad responded dryly.
“Be nice, Mal,” Mom scolded.
“I am nice,” he informed her, deadpan as usual.
“I’m going to put you on speakerphone,” I told them, “so you both need to behave.”
“Oh, is Shay there with you?” Mom asked happily.
“Ree, you do realize they live together, right?” Dad asked. Shay buried her face in my shoulder in an effort to hide her giggles.
“Of course I do, Malcolm Ross,” Mom answered indignantly, “but they’re busy people. I wasn’t even assuming Ben had made it home yet.”
“No, Mom, I’ve been home for a while,” I assured her. “Actually, I came home pretty quickly today–it was a really bad day at work. We haven’t eaten yet because Shay’s been letting me unload.” At that double entendre, she curled herself into some really strange position to get her face as far from the phone as she could manage while she laughed herself silly. “Breathe, love,” I murmured in her ear.