It had been a long day, and Zach was ready to kick back and relax with his girlfriend and a few friends. Holding the door open to “Passion”, a new bar that had opened up about a month ago, he let his girlfriend, Kristen enter before he stepped in behind her, narrowing his eyes in the smoky atmosphere to look for his roommate, Gabe, and his girlfriend Kate.
“Babe?” Kristen whispered in his ear, snapping him out of his search. He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, one hand sliding around her waist almost protectively. “Corner booth.” she muttered, grinning her adorable bright smile up at him and nudging him toward the far corner of the large room. He couldn’t help but smile back, leaning down to kiss the top of her head lightly as he slid into the comfy leather-couched booth. Kristen plopped down next to him and he promptly tugged her halfways onto his lap, tensing visibly when her fingers slowly slid up his leg under the table. Gabe and Kate across the table didn’t seem to notice, only grinned at the sight of their friends, nodding for another round from the nearest bartender.
Several drinks later, Kristen now fully seated in Zach’s lap, Gabe lost somewhere between Kate’s lower jaw and collarbone, Zach decided it was probably time to get home.
“Should get out of here.” he mumbled, a little tipsy, into Kristen’s ear. She, on the other hand, was more than a little tipsy, and just giggled in response, cocking an eyebrow and slurry back dirtily,
“Oh, really.” she trailed a finger down his chest to his stomach and he jumped in response, shooting her a playful annoyed look.
“Stoppaat, you know that tickles.” he muttered, to which she only giggled, fingers positioning on his stomach and moving to tickle him again. He tried to squirm away but couldn’t go far, held down to the bench by his girlfriend and the table in front of them, so he grabbed her hand lightly, growling playfully.
“Don’t even think about it.” he warned, the arm wrapped around her waist slowly sliding up to tickle her ribs. She squeaked and jumped a mile, giggling and letting go of him, pushing his offending digits away with both hands, shaking her head and slurring drunken promises to stop tickling him. He almost didn’t want to, loving the sound of her giggling, but he just grinned, stilling his hands and then standing abruptly, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the door despite her playful protesting, nodding to the man at the door to let them out and heading to his car. He tipped her into the passenger seat and shut the door for her, making his way around to the drivers side and climbing in, fumbling for his keys and tensing in surprise when her fingers slipped over his knee and began creeping up his thigh lightly.
“Kris,” he warned, prying her fingers away gently and starting the car, pulling out of the parking space and heading down the street. Her fingers slid back onto his leg and he jerked, tugging her fingers away again. “I’m serious, you’ve had too much to drink, you just need to get some sleep.”
“Don’t want to sleep.” She mumbled, leaning out of her seat to breathe on his neck. He bit back a groan, eyes almost fluttering closed before he went back to concentrating on the road, nudging her back into her seat.
“Well you need to.” she pouted and scooted back to his side of the car again, sliding one hand behind his neck and massaging lightly, grinning.
“C’mon, I want youuuuu.”
He leaned back against her hand blissfully then shook his head. “Not when you’re like this. It’s fine, you’re going to be tired by the time we get home anyway.” He turned to look at her almost reassuringly, but she stared back defiantly.
“And if I’m not.”
“Then I’ll tire you out, hm?” He said confidently, turning to grin at her wickedly, licking his lips slightly and kissing her lightly before turning his attention back to the road. She slumped back into her seat, determined to keep herself awake, squeezing her legs together impatiently. He chuckled, glancing at her from the corner of his eye and turned onto the freeway, speeding up.
“Baby,” Kristen mumbled, hopping up onto her tiptoes to reach her taller boyfriend, arms sliding around his shoulders for support as she whispered in his ear, pressing herself against his back. “’m not tired.” He growled at himself inwardly, not wanting to make love to her when she might not remember it, but just opened the door to the house anyway, turning around to kiss her lightly.
“Suppose a promise is a promise, hm?” He couldn’t help but grin when she chewed her lip and blushed a little, suddenly coy.
“Mhm.” She replied, voice thicker, hands sliding up his waist and wrapping around him. He grinned even more.
“What, are you expecting it against the wall or are you going to let us relocate to the bedroom?” She giggled again and he picked her up, her legs hooking around his waist, lips and teeth finding the sensitive spot at the base of his neck as he worked their way into the bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed and pounced, kissing her neck and prying her hands away from his shoulders to pin them on either side of her head, kicking off his shoes and then hers with his feet, working one knee up between her legs for balance. She moaned and tilted her head back to give him more room on her neck, trying to grind herself against his leg at the same time.
“Easy there.” he chuckled, lifting his head a little to grin at her. She squirmed restlessly in response and struggled out of her shirt. Zach took his opportunity to tug his shirt up over his head and tug his belt off, abandoning it on the other side of the bed. Kristen sat up abruptly and tried to unfasten his pants, but he just brushes her hands away. “Not now.” he grinned, leaning down to kiss his way down her chest softly, fingers working up under her skirt between her sex and his leg, skimming over her pantied wetness teasingly.
She jolted like she had been electrocuted, moaning helplessly and trying to work herself closer to his fingers. He slid off of her and leaned next to her, kissing the sensitive area where her upper breast met her collarbones and continued teasing her by just barely touching her. She turned herself at an angle, trying to get closer to his fingers but he gently pressed her hip with his free hand, flattening her onto her back on the bed. She giggled in surprise, her now free hands pushing her hand away and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his hand closer to her.
“Cheater.” he chastised, grinning with sudden playfulness and yanking his wrist away, pouncing on top of her again and repositioning his leg for balance while pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand skimmed over her bare stomach and she jerked upward, giggling helplessly and instantly slurring out a jumbled mixture of pleas for mercy and complaints about it tickling.
“No, no, you’ve been bad, I’m sorry, you have to face your punishment.” he teased, knowing her stomach was her worst ticklish spot. On numerous occasions he had held her down playfully and attacked her stomach in a flurry of spider-tickles, almost managing to make her shriek and giggle helplessly, but this was different - this was softer and easier for her to wrap her mind around, but still enough to tickle like hell, torturing her while she tried to work her way to an orgasm.
“Stop, Zach, please,” the sentence was split up by a helpless giggle as she tried to squirm anywhere, ANYWHERE, to escape his fingers that only moments ago she had been desperately chasing. “Have.. To..” Another giggle, “Finish.”
“Hm, you have enough time.” He mocked, “You weren’t tired anyway, remember?” He smirked and paused his tickling, using his now free hand to finish undoing his pants, kicking them onto the floor lazily before repositioning and leaning down, kissing her neck gently while tickling up and down one side of her torso softly. She giggled and tilted her head all at once, trying to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on her skin while blocking out the gentle and unceasing tickling that was working up and down, up and down, from the little jut of her hip up her sides, her giggle ribs, her armpit, then back down again.
Now Zach was wishing he had both hands free to tickle her with, the sounds of her breathless little giggles turning him on more than he expected, he sideglanced and smirked, grabbing his belt and grinning even more when Kristen’s eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare.” She managed to giggle, not even sure she knew what was happening but completely aware suddenly how much she missed his fingers the moment he stopped tickling her. She always loved their spontaneous little tickle fights, the childishness only ending with a steamy kiss or better yet, ending somewhere between the bedroom and the living room couch, but this was.. Yeah, this tickling was not only unbearable and yes, fun, but it was shooting from her ribs and her stomach and armpits straight to between her legs.
Zach only smirked at her weak protests and slid the belt around her wrists and through the metal headboard, careful not to hurt her, but tight enough to keep her in place. When Zach pulled his hands away to admire his handiwork Kristen immediately went to pull her arms down, her body telling her that he wasn’t holding them in place so she was able to move. She felt her stomach drop when she realized how securely she was in place, but knew that she trusted Zach enough that he really wouldn’t torture her if she was hating it. Besides, she was starting to have fun, anyway… And she already knew it was going to end well on her part, so she tried to lay back and enjoy it.
However, being held down and tickled and being tied down and tickled were two completely different sensations, and she immediately felt more sensitive than before. Zach’s fingers slipped down between her legs again and she sighed blissfully as he stroked her wetness through her underwear. “Enjoying yourself?” he teased.
“Ye-hehe-s” she managed to stutter, giggling just from his stroking. He grinned wickedly at her hyper-sensitiveness and started tickling her sex with spider-like movements, fingers splayed out to tickle around her, the jut of the pubic bone, and her folds all at once. Her giggling increased noticeably and he snickered.
“Had no idea you were ticklish down here, babe.” she giggled in response, trying to squirm upward away from his fingers, then instantly back down toward them when she managed to get away for a moment, missing the sensation immediately. She pressed herself against his finger and almost jolted upward again, the tickling too much, too quickly, laughing out loud for a moment.
“Very ticklish.” he commented, chuckling and removing his hand from under her skirt, resting his slick fingers on the bed beside her while walking two fingers from his opposite hand up her belly lightly, making her jump and squeak, giggling helplessly. As if unable to stand the cuteness, he clambered over top of her and kissed her passionately, swinging a leg around her waist and straddling her, tickling his fingers softly under her arms while he kissed her, causing her to squirm and giggle without really trying to pull away. He pulled away from the kiss and commented, “Hm, really can’t move now, huh?” he smirked, leaning down and tickling her bare stomach wildly, causing her to burst out laughing and throw her head back, shaking it from side to side and squirming furiously under him, trying to escape his wicked fingers. His fingers moved to her ribs, digging in gently and wiggling while her laughter reached a silent pitch, her blonde hair covering her face from her struggles. He stopped after a few moments and gently brushed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead. She panted and hiccupped the last of her giggles while he slid back to his original position, one leg planted between hers for balance, his fingers reaching back to tickle the backs of her knees gently. She was a mess, now, giggling and trying to tug her legs away from him, but he held them fast, tickling her as gently as he could, making her feel her helplessness. He felt her pushing her sex against his thigh again and upped his game, leaning back to grab her legs in his hands lightly, forcing them to bend at the knees so he could reach her feet. She jolted and burst into hysterical laughter, kicking her legs wildly and escaping his fingers once or twice, squirming and trying to hide her legs as he chased them playfully.
“No, no, not there, pleas-” She was cut off by a burst of hysterical laughter as he turned her on her side and held her feet in his lap, tickling them furiously. After a few moments he grinned and pulled her back onto his lap, her stomach stretched out before him as her legs lay limp, feet slightly pink from the tickling torture on the other side of his lap.
“Zach, please, stop.” she begged before he even tickled her, and he turned to face her, looking her straight in the eyes and seeming genuinely concerned, not wanting to push her too far.
“Yeah?” he said quietly, gently brushing some hair from her face, and she sighed, leaning into his hand blissfully.
“No, I don’t mean it.” she managed to giggle. “Just give me a break.” He chuckled and rested his hand lightly on her bare belly, chuckling again when she jumped in fear.
“Relax, have a break.” he snickered, gently rubbing her stomach, careful not to tickle her. She sighed and turned her head to the side tiredly, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he rubbed her belly lightly, legs twitching happily like some sort of puppy. “Tired?” his voice snapped her out of her state of bliss and she opened her eyes to look up at him, glaring playfully at the teasing look on his face.
“No.” she snapped defiantly, instantly regretting it as the hand rubbing her stomach instantly started tickling, starting off frantic and wild to get her laughing then slowing down to his soft torturous pace. After a few moments of it, he tugged her skirt down her legs and chucked it onto the floor beside their other clothes, then slid his hand lightly up her inner thigh, resting between her legs and gently massaging her wetness through her underwear. She moaned and leaned back in relaxation as he slid her torso from his lap to concentrate on her lower body, sliding down and kissing her lower stomach softly while he massaged her sex, relishing in the way that an occasional giggle slipped into her chorus of moans and sighs.
“Have I been punished enough?” She asked from at the top of the bed, and his head snapped up, completely forgetting where he was for a moment, lost in the sounds she was making.
“I think so.” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her stomach lightly before sliding a few fingers under her underwear, sliding inside her with ease. She made a sharp gasping noise and rocked her hips softly, pushing herself against his fingers and pumping. Zach manoeuvred himself so he didn’t have to remove his fingers, leaning up to kiss her softly. She kissed him back hungrily, struggling against her bonds, wanting to touch him, wanting all of him…
“Baby?” she gasped between kisses, and he grinned against her lips.
“On it.” he slurred, voice heavy with desire as he tugged her panties down her legs, nibbling lightly on her earlobe as she whimpered at the loss of his fingers. “Shh.” he mumbled, sliding off his boxers and moving over top of her, slipping inside of her with only a single thrust.
She came so hard she was sure she was seeing stars, unable to contain her loud moans and gasps of his name, yanking so hard on the bonds on her wrist that her hands practically turned white in her struggle.
He reached his orgasm almost simultaneously with hers and pulled out, collapsing next to her, both of them panting and grinning like idiots in the post-orgasm bliss that waved over them, before Kristen’s voice snapped him out of it.
“Hey. Zach. Little help here.”
He glanced up and chuckled at the sight of her arms tied, reaching up to undo the strap of his belt. “Sorry.”
“Better be, after that torture.” she pouted, snuggling into his chest, obviously not too broken up over the whole situation.
“Love you.” he mumbled into her hair, she chuckled quietly, snuggling closer still and wrapping her arms around him.
“Love you too, and you know I’m getting you back, right?”
“Babe?” Kristen whispered in his ear, snapping him out of his search. He turned to her with a raised eyebrow, one hand sliding around her waist almost protectively. “Corner booth.” she muttered, grinning her adorable bright smile up at him and nudging him toward the far corner of the large room. He couldn’t help but smile back, leaning down to kiss the top of her head lightly as he slid into the comfy leather-couched booth. Kristen plopped down next to him and he promptly tugged her halfways onto his lap, tensing visibly when her fingers slowly slid up his leg under the table. Gabe and Kate across the table didn’t seem to notice, only grinned at the sight of their friends, nodding for another round from the nearest bartender.
Several drinks later, Kristen now fully seated in Zach’s lap, Gabe lost somewhere between Kate’s lower jaw and collarbone, Zach decided it was probably time to get home.
“Should get out of here.” he mumbled, a little tipsy, into Kristen’s ear. She, on the other hand, was more than a little tipsy, and just giggled in response, cocking an eyebrow and slurry back dirtily,
“Oh, really.” she trailed a finger down his chest to his stomach and he jumped in response, shooting her a playful annoyed look.
“Stoppaat, you know that tickles.” he muttered, to which she only giggled, fingers positioning on his stomach and moving to tickle him again. He tried to squirm away but couldn’t go far, held down to the bench by his girlfriend and the table in front of them, so he grabbed her hand lightly, growling playfully.
“Don’t even think about it.” he warned, the arm wrapped around her waist slowly sliding up to tickle her ribs. She squeaked and jumped a mile, giggling and letting go of him, pushing his offending digits away with both hands, shaking her head and slurring drunken promises to stop tickling him. He almost didn’t want to, loving the sound of her giggling, but he just grinned, stilling his hands and then standing abruptly, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the door despite her playful protesting, nodding to the man at the door to let them out and heading to his car. He tipped her into the passenger seat and shut the door for her, making his way around to the drivers side and climbing in, fumbling for his keys and tensing in surprise when her fingers slipped over his knee and began creeping up his thigh lightly.
“Kris,” he warned, prying her fingers away gently and starting the car, pulling out of the parking space and heading down the street. Her fingers slid back onto his leg and he jerked, tugging her fingers away again. “I’m serious, you’ve had too much to drink, you just need to get some sleep.”
“Don’t want to sleep.” She mumbled, leaning out of her seat to breathe on his neck. He bit back a groan, eyes almost fluttering closed before he went back to concentrating on the road, nudging her back into her seat.
“Well you need to.” she pouted and scooted back to his side of the car again, sliding one hand behind his neck and massaging lightly, grinning.
“C’mon, I want youuuuu.”
He leaned back against her hand blissfully then shook his head. “Not when you’re like this. It’s fine, you’re going to be tired by the time we get home anyway.” He turned to look at her almost reassuringly, but she stared back defiantly.
“And if I’m not.”
“Then I’ll tire you out, hm?” He said confidently, turning to grin at her wickedly, licking his lips slightly and kissing her lightly before turning his attention back to the road. She slumped back into her seat, determined to keep herself awake, squeezing her legs together impatiently. He chuckled, glancing at her from the corner of his eye and turned onto the freeway, speeding up.
“Baby,” Kristen mumbled, hopping up onto her tiptoes to reach her taller boyfriend, arms sliding around his shoulders for support as she whispered in his ear, pressing herself against his back. “’m not tired.” He growled at himself inwardly, not wanting to make love to her when she might not remember it, but just opened the door to the house anyway, turning around to kiss her lightly.
“Suppose a promise is a promise, hm?” He couldn’t help but grin when she chewed her lip and blushed a little, suddenly coy.
“Mhm.” She replied, voice thicker, hands sliding up his waist and wrapping around him. He grinned even more.
“What, are you expecting it against the wall or are you going to let us relocate to the bedroom?” She giggled again and he picked her up, her legs hooking around his waist, lips and teeth finding the sensitive spot at the base of his neck as he worked their way into the bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed and pounced, kissing her neck and prying her hands away from his shoulders to pin them on either side of her head, kicking off his shoes and then hers with his feet, working one knee up between her legs for balance. She moaned and tilted her head back to give him more room on her neck, trying to grind herself against his leg at the same time.
“Easy there.” he chuckled, lifting his head a little to grin at her. She squirmed restlessly in response and struggled out of her shirt. Zach took his opportunity to tug his shirt up over his head and tug his belt off, abandoning it on the other side of the bed. Kristen sat up abruptly and tried to unfasten his pants, but he just brushes her hands away. “Not now.” he grinned, leaning down to kiss his way down her chest softly, fingers working up under her skirt between her sex and his leg, skimming over her pantied wetness teasingly.
She jolted like she had been electrocuted, moaning helplessly and trying to work herself closer to his fingers. He slid off of her and leaned next to her, kissing the sensitive area where her upper breast met her collarbones and continued teasing her by just barely touching her. She turned herself at an angle, trying to get closer to his fingers but he gently pressed her hip with his free hand, flattening her onto her back on the bed. She giggled in surprise, her now free hands pushing her hand away and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his hand closer to her.
“Cheater.” he chastised, grinning with sudden playfulness and yanking his wrist away, pouncing on top of her again and repositioning his leg for balance while pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand skimmed over her bare stomach and she jerked upward, giggling helplessly and instantly slurring out a jumbled mixture of pleas for mercy and complaints about it tickling.
“No, no, you’ve been bad, I’m sorry, you have to face your punishment.” he teased, knowing her stomach was her worst ticklish spot. On numerous occasions he had held her down playfully and attacked her stomach in a flurry of spider-tickles, almost managing to make her shriek and giggle helplessly, but this was different - this was softer and easier for her to wrap her mind around, but still enough to tickle like hell, torturing her while she tried to work her way to an orgasm.
“Stop, Zach, please,” the sentence was split up by a helpless giggle as she tried to squirm anywhere, ANYWHERE, to escape his fingers that only moments ago she had been desperately chasing. “Have.. To..” Another giggle, “Finish.”
“Hm, you have enough time.” He mocked, “You weren’t tired anyway, remember?” He smirked and paused his tickling, using his now free hand to finish undoing his pants, kicking them onto the floor lazily before repositioning and leaning down, kissing her neck gently while tickling up and down one side of her torso softly. She giggled and tilted her head all at once, trying to enjoy the feeling of his mouth on her skin while blocking out the gentle and unceasing tickling that was working up and down, up and down, from the little jut of her hip up her sides, her giggle ribs, her armpit, then back down again.
Now Zach was wishing he had both hands free to tickle her with, the sounds of her breathless little giggles turning him on more than he expected, he sideglanced and smirked, grabbing his belt and grinning even more when Kristen’s eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare.” She managed to giggle, not even sure she knew what was happening but completely aware suddenly how much she missed his fingers the moment he stopped tickling her. She always loved their spontaneous little tickle fights, the childishness only ending with a steamy kiss or better yet, ending somewhere between the bedroom and the living room couch, but this was.. Yeah, this tickling was not only unbearable and yes, fun, but it was shooting from her ribs and her stomach and armpits straight to between her legs.
Zach only smirked at her weak protests and slid the belt around her wrists and through the metal headboard, careful not to hurt her, but tight enough to keep her in place. When Zach pulled his hands away to admire his handiwork Kristen immediately went to pull her arms down, her body telling her that he wasn’t holding them in place so she was able to move. She felt her stomach drop when she realized how securely she was in place, but knew that she trusted Zach enough that he really wouldn’t torture her if she was hating it. Besides, she was starting to have fun, anyway… And she already knew it was going to end well on her part, so she tried to lay back and enjoy it.
However, being held down and tickled and being tied down and tickled were two completely different sensations, and she immediately felt more sensitive than before. Zach’s fingers slipped down between her legs again and she sighed blissfully as he stroked her wetness through her underwear. “Enjoying yourself?” he teased.
“Ye-hehe-s” she managed to stutter, giggling just from his stroking. He grinned wickedly at her hyper-sensitiveness and started tickling her sex with spider-like movements, fingers splayed out to tickle around her, the jut of the pubic bone, and her folds all at once. Her giggling increased noticeably and he snickered.
“Had no idea you were ticklish down here, babe.” she giggled in response, trying to squirm upward away from his fingers, then instantly back down toward them when she managed to get away for a moment, missing the sensation immediately. She pressed herself against his finger and almost jolted upward again, the tickling too much, too quickly, laughing out loud for a moment.
“Very ticklish.” he commented, chuckling and removing his hand from under her skirt, resting his slick fingers on the bed beside her while walking two fingers from his opposite hand up her belly lightly, making her jump and squeak, giggling helplessly. As if unable to stand the cuteness, he clambered over top of her and kissed her passionately, swinging a leg around her waist and straddling her, tickling his fingers softly under her arms while he kissed her, causing her to squirm and giggle without really trying to pull away. He pulled away from the kiss and commented, “Hm, really can’t move now, huh?” he smirked, leaning down and tickling her bare stomach wildly, causing her to burst out laughing and throw her head back, shaking it from side to side and squirming furiously under him, trying to escape his wicked fingers. His fingers moved to her ribs, digging in gently and wiggling while her laughter reached a silent pitch, her blonde hair covering her face from her struggles. He stopped after a few moments and gently brushed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead. She panted and hiccupped the last of her giggles while he slid back to his original position, one leg planted between hers for balance, his fingers reaching back to tickle the backs of her knees gently. She was a mess, now, giggling and trying to tug her legs away from him, but he held them fast, tickling her as gently as he could, making her feel her helplessness. He felt her pushing her sex against his thigh again and upped his game, leaning back to grab her legs in his hands lightly, forcing them to bend at the knees so he could reach her feet. She jolted and burst into hysterical laughter, kicking her legs wildly and escaping his fingers once or twice, squirming and trying to hide her legs as he chased them playfully.
“No, no, not there, pleas-” She was cut off by a burst of hysterical laughter as he turned her on her side and held her feet in his lap, tickling them furiously. After a few moments he grinned and pulled her back onto his lap, her stomach stretched out before him as her legs lay limp, feet slightly pink from the tickling torture on the other side of his lap.
“Zach, please, stop.” she begged before he even tickled her, and he turned to face her, looking her straight in the eyes and seeming genuinely concerned, not wanting to push her too far.
“Yeah?” he said quietly, gently brushing some hair from her face, and she sighed, leaning into his hand blissfully.
“No, I don’t mean it.” she managed to giggle. “Just give me a break.” He chuckled and rested his hand lightly on her bare belly, chuckling again when she jumped in fear.
“Relax, have a break.” he snickered, gently rubbing her stomach, careful not to tickle her. She sighed and turned her head to the side tiredly, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he rubbed her belly lightly, legs twitching happily like some sort of puppy. “Tired?” his voice snapped her out of her state of bliss and she opened her eyes to look up at him, glaring playfully at the teasing look on his face.
“No.” she snapped defiantly, instantly regretting it as the hand rubbing her stomach instantly started tickling, starting off frantic and wild to get her laughing then slowing down to his soft torturous pace. After a few moments of it, he tugged her skirt down her legs and chucked it onto the floor beside their other clothes, then slid his hand lightly up her inner thigh, resting between her legs and gently massaging her wetness through her underwear. She moaned and leaned back in relaxation as he slid her torso from his lap to concentrate on her lower body, sliding down and kissing her lower stomach softly while he massaged her sex, relishing in the way that an occasional giggle slipped into her chorus of moans and sighs.
“Have I been punished enough?” She asked from at the top of the bed, and his head snapped up, completely forgetting where he was for a moment, lost in the sounds she was making.
“I think so.” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her stomach lightly before sliding a few fingers under her underwear, sliding inside her with ease. She made a sharp gasping noise and rocked her hips softly, pushing herself against his fingers and pumping. Zach manoeuvred himself so he didn’t have to remove his fingers, leaning up to kiss her softly. She kissed him back hungrily, struggling against her bonds, wanting to touch him, wanting all of him…
“Baby?” she gasped between kisses, and he grinned against her lips.
“On it.” he slurred, voice heavy with desire as he tugged her panties down her legs, nibbling lightly on her earlobe as she whimpered at the loss of his fingers. “Shh.” he mumbled, sliding off his boxers and moving over top of her, slipping inside of her with only a single thrust.
She came so hard she was sure she was seeing stars, unable to contain her loud moans and gasps of his name, yanking so hard on the bonds on her wrist that her hands practically turned white in her struggle.
He reached his orgasm almost simultaneously with hers and pulled out, collapsing next to her, both of them panting and grinning like idiots in the post-orgasm bliss that waved over them, before Kristen’s voice snapped him out of it.
“Hey. Zach. Little help here.”
He glanced up and chuckled at the sight of her arms tied, reaching up to undo the strap of his belt. “Sorry.”
“Better be, after that torture.” she pouted, snuggling into his chest, obviously not too broken up over the whole situation.
“Love you.” he mumbled into her hair, she chuckled quietly, snuggling closer still and wrapping her arms around him.
“Love you too, and you know I’m getting you back, right?”
