“You were great with the wax. It never got so hot I couldn’t handle it.”
“You have a couple of red streaks I want to check later.”
“Great improvisation, Boone. I enjoyed it very much. How about you? Did you want to continue…sir?” She hesitated for a second. Maybe she should’ve been calling him sir and responding the way a sub should? She bit her lip.
Boone smiled and smoothed her brow with his fingertips. “No worries, little sub. I like that your thoughts right now are about pleasing me. But like I said, the way you submit means more to me than mere words. Right now I just want to make love with you. I was a bit tense about the wax play.”
“Well, I don’t have any experience with it prior to tonight but I loved it. You know I love being restrained, too.”
She pushed off the blanket, and he sat up to check a spot on her thigh and another on her inner arm. A faint red streak remained, but the areas didn’t hurt at all. He lifted her arm and kissed the spot and then kissed the other red mark on her thigh.
“I hope I didn’t blister you. I don’t want to mar your skin.”
“I think it’ll be fine. I have another spot you can kiss,” she murmured with a chuckle.
Boone responded with a husky growl, dove on top of her and tickled her lightly as he worked his way down her body. She wiggled in his arms until he stopped tickling and instead pressed kisses in a hot, moist path between her breasts down to her abdomen and beyond.
“Oh, yes.” She arched her back and sighed with pleasure as his lips and warm tongue licked at her pussy again. She reached down to feather her fingers through his short, sandy-brown hair and shuddered deliciously at the prickle of his short beard against her sensitive, bare pussy.
He licked in leisurely fashion as though he planned to stay there all day and grinned at her from between her thighs when she started to sound particularly needy. Her pussy convulsed and demanded to be filled, not teased.
Maya caressed his cheek and whispered, “Boone, please. I need you.”
Boone released her hips and sheathed his cock. He prowled over her, kissing here and there, leaving a damp trail of her juices from his lips until he reached her throat. He kissed and suckled on her earlobe before shifting so he could gaze in her eyes. The teasing was over, and his eyes shone with love and desire. The Dominant from earlier was replaced by a vulnerable, loving man.
“I love you. I need you, too,” he whispered as he settled on top of her and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that she thought might melt her bones, it was so sweet and intense.
Normally, Boone was her intense, almost forceful lover, and she liked that about him. He enthralled her now, stroking her gently with his tongue and his fingers until she thought she might cry from the tenderness of his touch. She knew Boone was vastly capable of this kind of emotional lovemaking, but it still floored her to be on the receiving end of it.
His breathing was deep and regular as he held her down with his solid, muscular body and kissed back down between her breasts and then back up the other side of her throat.
“You’re everything to me, baby. Everything. I love you so much it makes my heart ache.”
Tears streamed from her closed eyes at his loving words, and she held tightly to him as he positioned his cock and surged between her legs, filling her with his cock.
“God!” Maya whimpered, throwing back her head as she came on his first thrust, so gently like a warm wave lapping easily over her.
“Yes, baby. I love making you come. So perfect for us.”
His big body was powerful, majestic as he moved fluidly with her, his muscles rippling in the lantern light. She felt like one big throbbing, fluttering heartbeat as he made love to her with slow, methodical abandon, his pace increasing gradually. She locked her legs around his waist and held on as another orgasmic wave pitched over her.
Her voice shook with emotion as she whispered, “Boone.”
He trembled as he held her tightly and growled low in his chest, thrusting so deep and gentle she swore he touched her heart with his last strokes before he came. His cry was deep and vulnerable-sounding. He pressed his lips against her collarbone and shuddered as he thrust one final time. She clung tightly to him as they caught their breath.
Crickets chirped all around them as they recovered in each other’s arms. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and she thought his eyes were a little shiny and red as he brushed the tears from her cheeks.
His lips trembled almost imperceptibly before he said, “I’m lost without you, Maya. You fill my heart.”
They snuggled for a long while, bundled tight together under the throw blanket, and listened to the creek and the sound of the night all around them.