One Night Standards

I peel my eyes open as the final waves of my climax ripple through me and see Lyle sitting back on his haunches with the most self-satisfied look on his handsome face. The cocky grin he’s got fixed on me says he doesn’t plan to let me live this down anytime soon. If ever.

He has every right to be pleased with himself—I certainly am—because he sure as hell just got me off on nipple play alone.

I can’t help but smile when he quirks a lone brow, soliciting some much-deserved praise.

“That was impressive.” I scrape my lower lip through my teeth while devouring him with an appreciative gaze. “I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t know the meaning of satisfaction yet…that was merely an appetizer.” His grin widens, and I damn near leap off the bed when he runs a finger through my slick folds. He brings the hand right in front of his face, swirling the moisture around between his thumb and forefinger before sucking them clean.

His throaty moan fills the quiet room. “Delicious.”

Heat spreads throughout my body as I watch him savor the evidence of my release like it’s some rare delicacy. Like it’s his lifeblood.

“I could eat you for every meal.” His eyes flutter to half-mast, the tip of his tongue slowly sweeping over his lips. I can hear his heart pounding, the steady beat resounding in my chest as he lowers his body to hover just above mine.

“Lyle,” I whimper, burning with the need for him to make good on that promise.

There is nothing hotter than the way this man loses himself so completely for me. He has no inhibitions. No filter. Just says and does whatever comes to mind, no holds barred. That type of honesty is refreshing, and I trust him implicitly. Enough to let down my walls and truly experience every second we’re together to its fullest.

Bracing his weight on one arm, he buries the fingers of the hand on the other into my hair as his lips begin their decent toward mine. Without pretense, his tongue plunges into my mouth, seeking and taking. There’s no masking his hunger. He kisses me hard and deep. Claiming me. Marking me. Ruining me.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Didn’t know such euphoria existed. And maybe prior to this moment it didn’t. This feeling. This fire…maybe it belongs to us alone.

“This mouth,” he groans, biting and tugging on my lower lip, sending my pulse soaring. “Is mine.”

“It’s yours.” Panting, I comb my hands through his hair as he scrapes his teeth along my jaw.

“Look at you…” His warm tongue skims along the column of my throat. “You’re shaking you want it so bad.”

I’m overwhelmed with emotion, nothing but sensation.

I can hardly breathe.

Forget speech. It’s all I can do to moan my agreement.

“So responsive,” he rasps, searing a path along my chest. “These…” He sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. “Mine.”

“Y—yours,” I agree. Every cell of my body is buzzing with the electric energy teeming between us.

“And this…”

I look down when he doesn’t finish, watching as he brings both hands to my stomach, resting them there reverently.

“It’s yours,” I offer, unable to hold back my tears. “That’s yours, too.”

Lyle brings his forehead to my abdomen for a beat before pressing a chaste kiss just above my bellybutton. “You’re mine, little one.”

Any fear I might’ve still possessed over whether he truly wanted this child evaporates with the sentiment he just poured into that declaration.

“Fuck,” he groans, moving back to my mouth for an emotion-filled kiss. He swipes his tongue through once, then breathes against my lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I mutter around the second swipe. “So much.”

With the pads of his thumbs, he brushes away my tears. “Why are you crying, Li’l Bit?”

I shrug, trying to summon the energy to put what I’m feeling into words. “I just…” I shake my head, emotion obstructing my throat. “Thank you,” I finally manage to get out. “Just thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He winks then presses a brief kiss to the tip of my nose before resuming his descent. His pillowy lips skim my throat then each of my breasts in turn. He makes no attempt to remove my bra, leaving my tits trussed up, spilling over the top of the half cups and gaping through the nipple holes.

“Lyle,” I gasp, his fascination with my tits reminding me of the toy I brought to compliment my sexy ensemble.

“Mmm?” He moves on, nibbling along the curve of my hip.

“I got some nipple clamps.”

That captures his attention. His head pops up, eyes wide. “Say what?”

“I dropped them when I walked out of the bathroom and saw your surprise.” I wave a hand in the general direction of the en suite. “I thought we might try them out…”

He mutters some discombobulated nonsense before launching off the bed to retrieve the toy.

I’m dying laughing when he strolls back with the clamps positioned in front of his own chest.

“Good thinking,” I say, knowing this is not at all what he’s thinking. “Try them on yourself first.”

“The fuck?” His head jolts back. “No way.”

I give him an exaggerated pout. “But what if they hurt?”

His expression says, duh. There is no other way to describe how he’s looking at me and what he thinks of my genius idea. “That’s exactly why I have no desire to wear the damn things. I’m no sadist.”

“Yeah, okay…you pierced and tattooed your dick.”

He cocks his head, rubbing a hand over his chin. “Guess you have a point there.”

I make grabby hands toward him for the string of pearls. “Can I do the honors?”

“How’d this game take such a drastic turn?” he wonders aloud, passing me the clamps.

I grin. “I like this new version way better.”

“You wou—Ouch, son of a bitch!” His hand lifts to cover the clamp that’s now dangling from his nipple. He rubs at the sting, but he doesn’t pull it off.

“How is it?” I ask, as if his yelp wasn’t telling enough. I have no interest in clamping the other one after his reaction. Nor do I have any desire to try them on myself.

He busts out laughing at what is no doubt a horrified look on my face. “I was fuckin’ with ya. It’s not that bad. A little uncomfortable at first. Nothing worse than what I was just doing to you with my teeth.”

My cheeks flush at the memory. I don’t know what’s come over me; I’ve never been into mixing pleasure and pain. But fuck…that was hot. I feel myself getting wetter just thinking about it.

“Okay,” I say poking out my tits and shimmying side to side, determined to put the blind trust I have in this man to the test. “Lemme have it.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, as he removes it from his chest.

“Yep.” I nod, and close my eyes, only to be pleasantly surprised when instead of a pinch I feel wet warmth followed by intense suction. He lays me back down, slipping a finger through the easy access slit in my thong into my pussy while laving at my nipple. Next thing I know, he’s working on the other breast.

I look down to find the clamp already attached to the one he just left.

Lyle leaves me no time to panic over the application of the second clamp, cleverly distracting me by rocking two fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. The pressure is so intense everywhere that when he brushes his thumb over my clit, I release a sharp squeak.

“All done,” he says, staring down with pride at his handiwork. “How’s it feel?”

I’m twisting around like a worm on a hook, that’s how it feels. “Like I—I need you,” I moan, grappling for his retreating shoulders, desperate for him to bury his thick cock inside of me.

“How’s this?” he asks, ignoring my plight as he gives the tether joining the clamps a slight tug.

“Oh, God,” I moan, thrusting my hips into the air.

Apparently, I am a sadist, because holy hell, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or hell. There probably are not torture devices designed for crazy girls’ pleasure up there.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

It’s the last thing I hear before his face is buried between my legs, his tongue working together with his fingers, lapping up every drop of my desire while I come un-fucking-glued.

I vaguely hear the wanton sounds that can only be coming from me. Screams and wails, and begging. So much begging. I’m an incoherent bundle of nerves, lacking any control over my actions.

“So damn hot.” Lyle yanks the chain while sucking my clit into his mouth and thrusting his skilled fingers inside of me. “Can’t wait to feel you come apart on my cock.”

“Lyle, I—” My head whips side to side, my vision completely out of focus.

“That’s it, Jailbait. Fuck my fingers.”

“Fuck me,” I cry, wanting nothing more than for him to ram his dick inside of me and bring this thing home.

“Not tonight,” he coos. “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.” Those tender words and a delicate rub of his thumb over my clit are what send me spiraling into the abyss.

With his fingers still deep inside me, he climbs up to rest beside me, tangling his tongue with mine while I dig my nails into his back. Just as the last pulses of my orgasm hit, he withdraws and releases the clamps, gently rolling my nipples between his fingers, inciting another blinding explosion.

He holds me silently in his arms while my body relaxes, his fingers softly gliding up and down my forearm.

“Lyle,” I say, swirling a finger through the light dusting of hair beneath his navel while staring out at the dark night.

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had sex without a condom?” I swear his dick raises the sheet another half inch.

His throat clears, and he pushes the hair back from my forehead, resting his lips against it. “No…”

“Do you want to?” I rub a hand over my little bump. “It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

“You think that’d stop me?” His chuckle is warm and throaty. “I want a whole football team of babies with you.”

“What if we have girls?”

“You trying to say girls can’t play football?” He stares down at me in mock horror. “Rude.”

I ignore his teasing, eager to connect with him on the most intimate level. “I’ve never had sex without one either,” I offer, giggling when he looks at me like I’m stupid, for obvious reasons.

I shrug. “I’m one of the point whatever percent. One of the condoms had to have broken because I’ve never had sex without one, yet here we are.”

“So, we get to experience a first with each other.”

I nod, lowering my hand to grip his erection beneath the sheet. “I want to feel you.”

“Baby,” he says, sliding his hand out from beneath my neck and rolling himself on top of me. “You’ll be feeling me for days.”

I reach up and finger the ends of the hair dangling in front of his face. “Looking forward to it.”

He rubs the crown of his dick through my slit, coating it in my arousal. I can feel his body tensing as he looms above me. He’s at my entrance, a thrust away from entering me, when he blows out a frustrated sigh. His face instantly morphs from ravenous to pained.

“What’s wrong?”

“What about the baby?” he asks, his concern making me love him all the more, even if he is a bit of an idiot. “I don’t wanna do anything that might hurt him.”

“She’s tucked away nice and safe in my uterus,” I answer, flipping us over to switch our positions. “Even one as gifted as you, can’t reach her,” I say, grinding down on his impressive erection.

“You’re sure?”

“Are we really going to stop now for an anatomy lesson?” I glide my pussy back and forth along his length, teasing him to distraction.

Lyle’s head lolls back, and the sexiest little moans fill my ears as he grips my hips in both hands, guiding me to set the tempo. “Won’t last long.” His hoarse confession serves as an unnecessary apology.

“That’s okay.” I rise up on my knees, shifting until he’s seated at my entrance. “I’ve already gotten off twice.”

“Thrice,” he counters, reaching to palm my tits. “You were done when I removed those clamps.”

“Fine.” I grunt as my body stretches to accommodate for his size when I begin to sink down on his cock. “Two and a half.” My words are sharp and breathy. I’m quickly losing my wits.

Nothing could have prepared me for the depth of emotion this moment brings. This is the culmination of years of yearning. Of longing looks and aching hearts.

“Welcome home,” I whisper, fighting the urge to burst into tears. Never have I felt so at peace in all my life. It’s the calm and the storm all at once, like our souls are in a state of utter tranquility while our bodies are on fire.

“Jesus… Fuck.” His jaw clenches as he jerks upward, sheathing himself completely inside me. “You feel incredible.”

I flatten my hands on his chest, slowly rolling my hips to get used to the fullness. To catch my breath. Because just being with him here like this has me winded. I need to move, but also just want to stay connected to this man like this for the rest of eternity.

His hands lift to cradle my face. “You are so beautiful.” Lyle pulls me toward him while lifting his head to meet me for a kiss. “You feel it too, right?” His lips tremble against mine. “This energy?”

“Yes.” I nod, as I slowly begin to slide up and down his erection. “I’m trembling.”

“Me too.” His hands move lower, to my neck, his calloused thumbs stroking my jaw as he leisurely slips his tongue between my lips. He kisses me slowly, reverently, shaking me to my core. If I were standing, this kiss would bring me to my knees.

He pulls me closer, until I’m nearly lying flat on his chest while he continues to pump in and out of me.

My clit brushes over his piercing sending a spark of pure bliss shooting throughout my body. My moan is loud and uninhibited. Impossible to contain.

“Just like that,” he encourages, picking up the pace while I grind against the ring. This sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, the coolness of the metal clashing with the heat radiating from my core.

“I can feel you clenching around me, like warm silk.”

His dick grows impossibly harder inside of me. I can feel him contracting, trying to ward off his release.

“Come in me,” I growl, encouraging him to let go. “Please,” I moan, my own climax mounting to impossible heights.

Every muscle in my body tenses as he relinquishes control, ramming into me, chasing his imminent release. “I’m coming, baby,” he grunts, just before a burst of warmth fires off inside of me, taking me over the edge.

“Lyle,” I scream, vibrating around him. My fists clench the mattress. My toes curl. It’s as if time stops. Nothing else exists but the two of us and the devastating love bounding between us.

He buries both hands in the hair at the nape of my neck, rolling us over so he’s once again staring down at me. But there’s a new appreciation in his eyes. “That was…mind blowing.”

A sated smile curls my lips. “I concur.”

“I didn’t know anything like that existed.” His words echo my earlier thoughts.

I smile. “Because it didn’t.”