Until Series(146)

“So how did today go?” I ask Liz, who is sprawled out on top of me. When we got home from dinner with Tim and Kara, I couldn’t get her naked and in bed fast enough. Once we finished, she climbed off me, went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back to bed with a rag, wiping me off before crawling on top of me. This is where we have been for the last two hours. When I left Cash’s house, I went straight to Mike’s house, and picked up Liz, while Tim and Kara followed behind in their car to the only Mexican place in town. We ended up staying there for a few hours, talking about everything from Tim’s talk with the detective and Kara’s pregnancy, to our engagement.

“It was good. It will be nice having Kara around. I’m excited to get to know her better, and have my nephew close when he comes; plus, it will be nice having someone to help out in the shop since mom is planning on spending more time in Alabama with George.”

“Yeah, and having her around will give you some time to start planning our wedding.”

“Do you want a big wedding?” she asks, setting her chin on the top of her hands.

“I don’t care if it’s big or small, as long as when it’s over, you have my last name.” She smiles, lifting a finger and watching as it travels over my lips.

“I still can’t believe that we’re getting married,” she says softly, still looking at her finger on my mouth.

“Why?”

“It’s just all happening so fast,” she shrugs, her eyes meeting mine.

“Not fast enough, if you ask me,” I grumble.

She laughs, rolling off me to her back, covering her face with her hands. “Who knew that Trevor Earl Mayson would complain about not being tied down fast enough?”

“Tied down? I like the sound of that.” I roll on top of her, pinning her hands next to her head.

“You’re not tying me down,” she says, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“Why not? Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see how much you trust me.” I pull her hands up above her head, stretching her out underneath me. “Keep your hands up here.” I sit up, straddling her, running my hands down over the smooth skin of her arms. I trail my fingers lower down, grazing the sides of her breasts, along her ribs. Then I use my hands to move back up her waist, cupping her breasts, trapping her nipples between my middle and pointer fingers. I pull up, her body arching off the bed. “Don’t move your hands.” I tell her, when she goes to lift them off the bed.

“I thought you were going to tie me down?” she moans. I smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“We’re working on trust. I trust you to keep your hands above your head.”

“Oh.” She lets out a disappointed breath, making me smile and her eyes narrow. My fiancée doesn’t like to admit it, but she is definitely a dirty girl.

“Keep your hands where they are.” I lean over the side of the bed, grabbing the first thing I find, which happens to be her lace panties.

“What are you doing with those?”

“You’ll see,” I say, pulling her up a little higher on the bed so her hands reach the headboard. I cross her wrists over one another, and then use the lacy panties. I wind them around her wrists, and then the slat in the headboard. “Now, where was I?” I look her over, before lifting both her legs with my hands and sit her ass against my thighs, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Now, let’s start over.” I run my palms from her stomach to her breasts, palming both, before tugging on her nipples. I watch as she arches her back, her pussy rubbing against my cock, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I let go of her nipples, holding onto her at her ribcage. I keep one there, moving the other hand past her lower belly, then using my thumb to slide over her clit, her hips circle, rubbing against my cock again. “Hold on to the headboard, baby,” I tell her, before I pull her feet from around my waist, setting them onto the bed next to my hips. I lift her slightly, flexing my hips, and slide deep inside her. Her body is completely in the air, almost like she’s doing a back bend, making it easy for me to pound into her with a slight raise of my hips.

“Oh God! I’m going to pass out,” she moans.

“You won’t,” I tell her, slamming up into her harder, one hand tugging her nipples, the other traveling lower to play with her clit.

“I’m…I’m going to pass out,” she yells, as her body starts to convulse, her pussy strangling my cock.

“Fuck!” I yell, holding her hips. One, two, and three more stokes and I sit back on my calves, wrapping her legs back around my hips, then lean forward, untying her hands, pulling her up to me. Her body is boneless; her heart is beating a hundred miles an hour and both our bodies are covered in sweat.