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The feel of her clenching around my fingers, drawing me, was almost enough to make me go off like a rocket against my zipper. She had me so turned on, I felt like a teenager. By God, she felt good. My mind wandered. What would it be like to feel her clenching around my cock? How long would I actually last when I was finally in her body again? I wasn't sure whether I would be able to last long enough for her to cum before I exploded in her. I had waited too long. Years too long.
And now the time had arrived, my own body threatened to ruin it all. Curling my fingers up inside her, I pressed down hard on the bundle of hidden nerves that so many men had a hard time finding. I had never had those problems. Pleasing a woman was something I was good at. Not that Iris was just any woman.
She was my woman. Or at least, she would have been if things had been different. I shook the thought out of my mind. I needed to stay in the here and now.
“Cyber.” The nails that had been scraping against the skin of my shoulder dug in sharply, piercing my skin. It didn't hurt, but I was under no illusions that I would feel it when the haze of lust was off me.
Not bothering to hide my grin, I moved my hand faster. She was close. Agonisingly close. Her chest heaved as her body and face contorted with the need to find that final release. “Cum for me, baby.” Coming off her nipple with a wet pop, I moved down her body.
It was one thing making her cum with my fingers, but I didn't want her to remember tonight like that. It needed to be mind-blowing. Something she would remember and cherish. I needed to wipe out any residual hatred from her mind.
I needed…
I needed her to love me. I had been in love with her for so damn long without even realising it. Monster had been right about that. And I needed her to love me back even if it was just a little bit.
Blowing my hot breath over her clit, Iris bucked. Her movements became jerky. Like she couldn't control her muscles anymore. It was exactly what I wanted. I needed to see and feel her lose control one last time.
“Cyber.” Her scream was frenzied as she hooked her hands behind my head, holding my face to her core as I slowly licked into her. Alternating between using my fingers and my tongue, I teased her body,
“Cyber, I'm going to cum,” she wailed. Her fingers turned to claws against my scalp as she started to move, riding my face.
And it was everything. Everything I remembered. Everything I had dreamt of.
Everything and more.
Suctioning my lips over her clit, I sucked hard. And it was all that was needed to send her careening over the edge.
Her back arched, bringing her off the bed like a woman possessed, and it was only my arms looped around her thighs that kept her against my lips. I didn't slow my movements. I didn’t want that moment to end.
Slipping my fingers from her, I lapped her clean, parting her with my tongue as she continued to shiver under me. Iris tasted like honey, sweet and sticky and totally addictive. But I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
I didn’t know how long I had, but I sure as hell would make the most out of every moment. Rolling from between her trembling thighs, I reached for her, pulling her on top of me. She came in a boneless sweaty mess. Her cheek rested right over my heart.
“Don't you even think about going to sleep, Iris.” Lazily, I trailed a finger down her spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She raised her head slowly. “You’re not?” Her voice was sleepy. But then again, that’s what good orgasms did. And the one I had given her was more than good.
“No, baby. Not even close.” I chuckled. Keeping her body close to mine, I reached onto the floor where my cut and t-shirt were laying in a heap, my hands rummaging.
Iris eyes widened into saucers as I straightened with the metal handcuffs dangling from my fingers.
“Cyber…” Her voice faltered, something like uncertainty filled it. “I don't know if I can… The thought of being restrained...” Every single bad memory of the last five years flickered across her beautiful face.
“They aren't for you, Iris. They are for me.” I had given this some thought. I wanted to go at her pace, for her to feel in control. “I want you to restrain me. That way you can do whatever you want to me.” I winked, trying to lighten the mood. “Anythingyou want.”
For a second she paused, then her face split wide in a smile. Her hand was steady as she took the cuffs from my hands. “Anything?”
I didn't answer, instead I raised my hands above my head, my fingers curling around the bars of the headboard. Cocking an eyebrow at her, I waited.
She didn't disappoint. Eyes glittering with mischief, she ran both her hands down my chest, her fingers eagerly popping the button on my jeans.
The breath I was holding left my lungs in a whoosh. “The cuffs, Iris,” I growled out. There was no way I would be able to control myself without them. Every part of me wanted to flip our positions and drive my cock into her body as I held her down. I wasn't a gentle man. I had never been a gentle man. But with her, I needed to be.
“I want you to be able to touch me.” Deft fingers were already reaching inside my boxers, curling around me at the base and drawing a moan from me.
“Iris, please.” My knuckles whitened and cracked as she slipped her hand up and down my shaft. It was my time to beg. I wasn't even ashamed of it.
Her head lifted, her eyes meeting mine. And what I saw in them floored me. They were flooded with emotion. Sure lust and need were there, but under it there was something else. Something raw.
