TURN BACK THE TIME, BABE. BOOK 7. THE WILL TO CARRY ON

HISTORY WON'T CARE AT ALL

- Mousy...

The last sound that escaped my throat might sound rather like a mild meow. Well, if something mild could come out of that intense sex session.

- Speak to me.

I was laying face down over his long slender legs. My hands stretched over my head, caught up still by the handcuffs. It was my turn. I got him tied up longer than I could imagine. It had been fun. A lot of fun.

- Hmmm -I just let out a sigh as I allowed the effect of my orgasm subsided.

- I want a translation with normal words about that Hmmm -he purred, licking the curve of my buttock.

As my only reply, I hissed as he had just touched me with something very cold or very hot. Freddie kissed slowly every inch of my stretched arms checking out I was not terribly injured by the handcuffs. Sometimes in the heat of the moment we both could act so recklessly.

- I won't let you free yet -he whispered kissing my back and allowing me dismount sweetly the powerful orgasm I was recovering from.

He flipped me to lay on my back again and commanded me to open my eyes. Instinctively I stared at his sex despite the fact his eyes were like a magnet to me. I licked my dry lips and Freddie touched them with his thumb, looking so serious and focused. Then he lowered his hands to my breasts, caressing them before kissing and bite them and kissing them again. Driving me wild again.

I wanted to touch him, stroke my fingertips with his sweaty skin. His hair, his nose bridge, his strong arms. But I just couldn't. My hands were still cuffed above my head and just as frustrating, the feeling all over my body was also exciting and dizzying. He kissed the full lenght of my legs and lastly stopped his lips on my sex.

- Tell me what you want, mousy.

I opened up my eyes again over his, breathing hard.

- Fill me up. I want you inside of me -I pleaded lifting up my hips to him.

- Right now you look like the most beautiful thing in the universe -he said licking up my soaked belly, all along my scar.

- Please...

Freddie stroked my leg and grabbing my thigh firmly, put it over his shoulder. He peppered sweet kisses all over my skin from my toes to the inner side of my thighs and coming back again to my engorged clit. Softly, he touched my slit and I shook my hips, dying of desire.

- Freddie... -I pleaded again, squeezing my eyes shut.

I felt my wrists once again separated, each one in one direction, at least free. I opened up my eyes and by instinct I pushed his chest with my foot, catching him by surprise and laying him down on bed.

Lifting myself up, I crawled my body to his lap and I grabbed his arms and waist. My own arms were still somewhat numb but nevertheless, I caressed eagerly the soft hair at the back of his head, sliding my fingertips down his back. He lifted up too and sat me properly over him. We both, looked at each other with so much desire, electrified by desire.

We opened our mouths one into another without even kissing. Just feeling our lips, our steaming breath. With a hand I held onto his back and with the other I touched his hard bulge. My hips wiggled as I slid him into me, Freddie squeezed my ass with his big hands, massaged it as we touched our tongues, almost timidly. Just briefly and then we stuck our foreheads as he plunged deeper into me and we moaned into each other's mouths.

Our slow dance, got frenzier. I laid him down and I took the lead as our hands entwined so tight over the wrinkled bed linen. Till my throat let out a pleasant and thankful whine and rested my head over his chest at last. The smell like sex and sweat was so powerful, so addictive, so ours.