She blinked twice. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this. The whole trust thing. I barely know you.”
I stilled. “You said you wanted this.”
“I do. I just … it’s just so … real when you put it like that.”
“It is real. As real as you want it to be. You’ve got your safe word, and all you have to do is say it, and everything stops.” I slid my hands under the hem of her dress and up her thighs. “For example, if you don’t want me to find out how tight your pussy is, you should say it right the fuck now, because otherwise my fingers are going to be buried inside you.”
I could feel a full-body tremor work through her. I slowed my movements, giving her time to protest. She didn’t. Dragging a thumb along the front of her panties, I could already tell she was soaked. My dick, which was barely tucked inside my dress slacks, stiffened to almost to the point of pain. Her blue eyes glazed over with lust—an expression I’d seen so many times before, but one that looked even better on Emma. My thumb slid lower, teasing the edges of her panties.
“I want these off you,” I said, and used my other hand to shove the front of her dress up to her waist and pull them down her legs. She shimmied her hips, helping me remove her panties, and I fought the urge to tear them off. Once the final barrier was gone, my fingers found her again, wasting no time slipping between her legs and teasing the slick heat.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet. Like a goddamn dream.”
She pressed into my touch as I teased her entrance. Fuck. I didn’t know who I was teasing more—Emma or myself. Enough with that shit. I slid a finger inside her and failed to hold back a curse.
Slipping a second finger inside to join the first, I fucked her slowly. Achingly slow. Her whimpers and moans urged me on, and her bound hands reached up and around my neck, dragging my head down. My lips found hers and our kiss was savage: all lips and teeth and tongue. Somehow my free hand found its way back into her hair and I tilted her head to the side to get deeper.
Deeper.
Even the thought of the word had my dick pulsing with impatience.
I pulled back, but I could still feel her breath on my lips. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Yes. Yes. Now.”
I released her and dropped my hands to her ass, boosting her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She complied with my order, and my cock fit against her pussy. The head dragged through her slick heat as I lifted and lowered her, teasing us both. On the next downstroke, I slowed and lined my cock up to slide home. My hips pulled back to thrust—a thrust I knew would take me straight to fucking heaven.
But then I froze.
The reason it fucking felt so good? I didn’t have a fucking condom on.
“Fuck. Condom.”
“What?”
“Condom. I forgot a fucking condom.”
The realization was a bucket of ice water.
Mother. Fucker. My hands were still gripping Emma’s ass, but she was already struggling to get down. I let her.
“Shit.” She breathed, shoving her dress down. I followed suit and zipped myself back into my pants. “I can’t believe… what was I thinking?”
What was she thinking? What was I thinking? Jesus. I’d never forgotten a condom in my life. Never. And I’d never let a submissive derail a scene so completely either. I didn’t know what the fuck Emma was doing to me. I needed to back off and get my head together.
“We should get back to the reception.” The words came out harsh and low, but I didn’t do anything to soften them. My gaze snagged on the black silk at my feet. Her fucking panties. I snatched them up and held them out. “You need to put these back on.”
She accepted the wadded-up underwear, but looked down at them questioningly. “I think I’ll pass on putting those back on … considering they were just on the ground.”
It seemed as soon as the binding had come off, her headstrong nature rose to the forefront. I wanted to see her bend to me—even in something this simple.
“Emma, your panties are going back on.”
“Ford,” she said, her chin tilting up. “They’re really not necessary. Just shove them in your pocket or something.”
I stepped closer, crowding her against the wall of the gazebo. My voice was low, and my tone brooked no argument. “I don’t think you understand, pet. You’re not fucking leaving this gazebo without those panties covering that tight little pussy. I cannot be held accountable for my actions if I know that you’re out there, not wearing anything under that dress, and dancing with other men.”
Her mouth dropped open, which just made me want to push her against the wall and start all over again.