He does. His powerful thrust shoves me up the bed. I use my hands against the headboard to steady myself, which allows me to push back, meeting him and being an active partner. The thought that I might conceive as a result of this coupling is raising my arousal, bringing me close before even I expect it. He applies just enough pressure to my clit, and I scream as my muscles pulsate.
“I’m going to come, babe. Say the word and I’ll pull out.”
“Put your baby in me,” I cry. “Please, Drew,” I beg.
If I thought he’d been giving me all he’s got, I was wrong as he starts hammering in. His power, his movement, his complete control over me has me coming again as he roars, and shouts, “Take it, take all of it.”
Is it really possible to feel cum spurting out of his dick? I’m certain I can feel it as he floods my pussy. He stays inside, leaning over my back, as though keeping his cum in me as long as possible will maximise the chances of success.
Drew, me, and a possible baby. I grin as wide as a Cheshire Cat.
“Drew?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“I’m not sure it worked. Can we do that again?”
“Sure can, babe,” he replies, and I hear the smile in his voice. He pulls out and turns me, I notice his cock is still semi-hard, or maybe thickening again. He stares down at me. “Do you trust me, babe?”
“Of course, I do.”
He leans over to the bedside table and opens a drawer. He pulls something out and shows it to me. “I mean, do youtrustme?”
My heart rate speeds up as I see the fur-lined handcuffs he’s holding. I swallow hard, trying to tamp down the wave of panic which floods through me. Drew frowns, his face tightens, but I know it’s not because of me.
Suddenly I’m angry. Furious at what Flint took away from me. I take a deep breath then say, “Drew, I’m scared, but I trust you. I want to try this.”
“You sure?”
I make myself remember how much of a turn on it is to give a man total control. The pleasure that’s within my grasp if I can be brave.
“I’m sure.”
“One word,” he reminds me as he lays a key down within easy reach. “All it takes is one word.”
For an answer I hold out my right hand, unsuccessfully trying to still the shaking. Drew takes it in his and cuffs it to the headboard. Then I hold out my left, and he does the same there. I test the restraints; the handcuffs rattle but are very secure.
“Close your eyes, Amy.” The tone he uses makes my lids fall automatically.
I hear a sound as though he’s fumbling in that drawer again. Only seconds later I feel something caressing my skin which feels like fur. It moves so softly over my nipples I can feel them hardening, I arch up into the touch when it changes… to a rough feeling, like I’m being scratched by claws. My body sinks back into the bed to avoid it.
Then as quickly as that started, the touch becomes gentle again.
Oh God. Now something’s tickling me. I tense again as something feather like trails down my body.
He continues, I don’t know which he’ll be using as he mixes it up, one thing than another. I try to keep up with the sensations, my body feeling more alive than it has for months. I start to clench my thighs together as my arousal increases. I’m going crazy. I want him.
As he keeps his sensuous torture going, I start to become desperate.
“Fuck me, Drew.”
He chuckles and I hear something hit the floor. Then he’s pushing my thighs apart, and then, he’s there. Right where I want him.
This isn’t fucking, this is making love. He’s not rough, his pace slow and deliberate. I open my eyes to see him staring down intently.
“Love you to the moon and all the way back,” he tells me, the intensity of his words matching the concentration in his eyes.
“I want to touch you.”
