Her face was soft in that way he liked too fucking much, her eyes telling him things he loved to hear but still wished he hadn’t made her feel. She pressed up and touched her mouth to his before she settled back.
“We’ll play it that way from now on.”
He shoved her face in his neck, lowered his head back to the floor and grunted.
“Can I tell you something in confidence?” she asked.
She could tell him anything.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“You can’t tell a soul.”
“Baby, you think you can’t trust me to keep my trap shut?”
She let out a little giggle, he got off a different way hearing it, and she wriggled on him, like she was digging into his flesh.
But she was actually digging deeper into his soul.
“Okay, then,” she started, “so, you slamming me into a spanking bench and jacking off over me, not to mention on me, might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and experienced.”
She was telling him this so he wouldn’t worry that she wasn’t okay with what they’d just shared.
She didn’t need to do it. Her coming that hard for him and snuggling him said it all.
But her doing it dug even deeper into his soul.
“Good to know,” he muttered.
“It’s not very Mistress-y and if anyone knew—”
“Leigh pushes Olly over the edge all the time.”
Her head came up and he shifted his eyes to her.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Does it on purpose. He thinks she might get off on it more than he does.”
“He told you that? Or did you see it on the monitors at the Honey?”
“Told me over beers a coupla weeks ago.”
She tipped her head to the side. “Did you, uh … talk about us?”
He shook his head against the floor. “Olly lived his life before Leigh thinking his head was jacked the way he wanted it. With the freedom she gives him, he’s now open about shit. Very open. Like the floodgates have been lifted so I know he had that pent in and needs a safe place to let it go.”
“I’m glad he has that,” she murmured.
“Me too.”
“I’m glad you give him that part of it, to be able to talk about it, to someone other than Amélie, that is.”
“Man’s a brother.”
She grinned at him. “Yes. And I’m glad you have that in him too.”
Branch said nothing but he was glad too.
“As hot as what we just had was, handsome,” she dipped closer, “I’m still gonna have to punish my big boy for being bad.”
“You think I don’t know what I’m buyin’, and got no problem with it, you’re wrong.”
Her grin came back.
He tightened his arm and squeezed his hand at her ass. “Gotta get this toy outta me, babe.”
“Right,” she whispered and moved to get away.
He tightened his hold further and she stopped.
When he said nothing, even though she was lying right on him, she called, “Branch?”
“Thanks for rocking my world, honey,” he said quietly.
That got him a big smile.
“More than welcome, Branch.”
He brought her mouth to his and kissed her.
They did this for a while.
Then he rolled them to their feet, they cleaned up, she grabbed his cock ring while he pulled on the pants she’d bought him and they went into her house, up the stairs, to her bedroom.
And tangled together, like they always did if she hadn’t tied him down, they fell asleep.
nineteen
Absolutely Right
BRANCH
She came still riding him and Branch watched as she offered her tits to him through her orgasm, her back curved, moving fast, pounding herself down on his cock hard, her whimpers slinking through the room, over the bed, along his skin.
He was torso and knees up, encasing her with his body, driving his hips up into hers to give her more, watching his pretty girl give him beauty as she came for him.
And when she was gasping, her eyes dazedly searching for his, he whipped her to her back, hitched up a knee and drove into her harder.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The remote to the ring he was wearing in his hand, he hit the button to give them both more and grunted when he got it around the base of his cock, through his balls and at the bullet up his ass, making him power deeper into her.
“Branch,” she panted out.
“Again,” he growled.
“Branch,” she rasped, writhing underneath him.
“Fuck, Angie, again,” he demanded, lifting a hand to her tit, squeezing and pulling at her nipple.
Giving her that, she did as told, grasping onto his hair with both hands, yanking at it hard, her legs rounding him, and she held on tight as he rode her and took her to another orgasm.
He tossed the remote aside, wrapped his arm around her waist, drove her down into his thrusts and grunted his orgasm into the room as he filled her with his cum.
They were both shuddering when he reached for the remote, turned it off, hunched his back, rested his forehead against hers, and their breaths clashed as they came down.
She slid one hand out of his hair to curl it at the back of his neck, the other she gentled but left it where it was.
“I like vanilla and spice,” she whispered.
Not even feeling what he was doing, Branch grinned at her.
Her body froze under his and the grin faded.
“Baby?” he asked.
She glided her hand out of his hair to his cheek and brushed her thumb along his lips while her eyes watched.
“You okay?” he pushed when she didn’t respond to his call.
Her gaze lifted to his and she said quietly, “Definitely.”
“You got—”
“I’m okay, Branch.” She lifted her head from the mattress and gave him a light kiss. Dropping her head she said, “Totally, definitely okay.”
He let it go but only because she looked exactly like her words said she was and asked instead, “Wanna untail me or you want me to take care of it?”
“I always want to take care of you, honey.”
He took her mouth in a deeper kiss, but it wasn’t a long one, before he slid out of her and rolled to his back.
She rolled with him, got to her knees and rested one hand on his stomach while her eyes went to his crotch. He felt her other hand working there, gently sliding out the bullet and lifting off the ring. She leaned over him, giving him an awesome view of her tits hanging in his face, as she tossed the cock ring on a washcloth on the nightstand.
Then she lowered himself to him.
It was time.
Shit.
“Got something to talk about,” he announced.
He watched the wary look seep into her eyes and he wrapped his arm around her.
“It’s not bad, baby, promise.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“I gotta leave town.”
She stared at him as he felt her get tense.
“Not long, a few days,” he assured her quickly. “Maybe a week. I don’t know how long it’ll take to do what I gotta do but,” he gave her a squeeze, “I’ll be back.”
“You’ll be back?”
“I’ll be back.”
“I … are you going to be…” She paused for a long time before going on, “unavailable while you’re away?”
“You wanna check in, do it. Text. Call. I’ll have my phone, Angie, so you want it, just do it. I might be doing something that I can’t answer right away, but I’ll answer. And just to say, you can do that but I’ll need to be focusing on what I’m doing so I’ll answer when I can and I’ll call you back when I can but it won’t be me instigating either. Do you understand that?”
She nodded.
Of course she understood.
She was Evangeline.
“Are you down with that?” he pressed.
She relaxed against him. “Yes, Branch, I’m down with that.”
He rolled into her, taking her to her back and resting his length down her side.
He lifted a hand and brushed her curls away from her forehead before he looked into her eyes.