Yours: A Forever After Novella by Natasha Thomas Page B

and there. I fell even more in love with Lyric. And God help me for saying this, but every second I spend with him, I’m grateful that the stubborn bastard never gave up on us. I’ll probably live to regret that statement later, in fact, I know I will.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    ~ Lyric ~

     
    “Angel, cut it out,” I growl as Harleigh adjusts her hips so that her dripping wet pussy is grinding against my rock hard cock.
     
    Finally touching her again has me feeling like a kid in a candy store. All that exposed white flesh, smooth and silky like chocolate. Hard candy-colored nipples, pleading to be taken in my mouth. Well, we’ll just call them all-day suckers. And then there’s Harleigh’s creamy center, that has me salivating at the opportunity to have another taste.
     
    “What’s wrong, Lyric?” My soon-to-be punished wife smirks down at me. “Turnabout is fair play, and it’s about time I got to play.”
     
    This is the first chance since we reconnected that we’ve got time. Time to explore. Time to rediscover each other’s bodies. Time for just us. I’m not saying that watching Harleigh get off on top of my cock wasn’t hot; it was, but I’d prefer to be a participant this go around.
     
    Harleigh asked me earlier if she could tie me up while she fucked me. She blushed furiously the whole time she spoke, and by the end of her little speech, I didn’t have the heart to tell her no. Nor did my cock. At that point, he was too excited at the prospect of getting inside her tight, wet cunt again, I don’t think he would have objected to anything.
     
    Using a pair of thigh high’s she packed in her overnight bag, Harleigh carefully and methodically bound both of my wrists to the ornate iron headboard. She took great pains to make sure the knots weren’t too tight, that I was comfortable, making me feel like a world class asshole for not fessing up and telling her I could undo her efforts in less than a minute.
     
    But this is something my wife wants, so although I’m not known for being patient, I’ll do my best to give it to her. However, if she doesn’t stop bouncing up and down on my poor neglected dick, soaking me with her arousal, and tugging on her nipples, I won’t last long. I’ll be coming all over myself like a horny teenager.
     
    “You want to play, then play, Angel. But stop fucking around and touch me,” I demand, thrusting my hips up into her heated flesh.
     
    Harleigh winks at me, running her hands down her body until they reach my chest and then lower. She traces the ridges and dips of my abs, coming to an abrupt stop when her fingers come into contact with my gift for her.
     
    Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open as she takes in the piercing I had my dad do for me last week. To say my old man was comfortable with inserting metal just above my junk is laughable. But I convinced him it was for the greater good of my woman’s pleasure, and that she’d thank him by making him her famous Key Lime pie, which led to him begrudgingly changing his tune.
     
    “Oh my God, Lyric. What the hell is that?”
     
    Fuck she’s cute.
    “Technically it’s called a pubic piercing, but I call it multiple orgasms,” I grin lasciviously. “How about you jump on and try it out?”
     
    Instead of climbing on my cock and rocking both our worlds, Harleigh strokes the slightly stretched skin above my new hardware and asks,
    “Does it hurt? Can we still…I mean, is it okay if we…”
     
    “Come here, Angel,” I instruct, beckoning her closer by tilting my head.
     
    When Harleigh’s body is flush against me and her forehead is resting on mine, I tell her,
    “It’s all good, baby. My dad says you owe him big time for this one, and he won’t accept anything less than three pies. So aside from letting you out of bed to make good on his payback, I’m open for business as usual. Now, are you going to suck it or ride it because my