Strange Love 15 Fit For Love

Unable to take any more, Russ pulled her up to stand in front of him. He pulled her shorts down and took her hands to lend support as she stepped the rest of the way out of them. He let his eyes rove her body as she stood uncomfortably in front of him. Her face began to color as he openly examining her. "Jos, look at me." She shyly brought her eyes to his, cheeks blazing red. Russ pulled her closer maintaining eye contact, "You are beautiful, you have nothing to be embarra.s.sed about." He pulled her down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. He positioned himself against her entrance, "Jos, I love you." He stated it simply and matter-of-factly before capturing her mouth and filling her body simultaneously.

Joslyn called out against his mouth as he entered her body, reveling in the pain/pleasure feeling of him stretching her body. She rode him with reckless abandon. She tightened her arms around his neck as she met his eager kisses.

Without breaking their contact in any area, Russ gripped Joslyn's thighs tightly and began to stand up. Once he was fully upright, he carried her over to the counter she had been sitting on earlier. He balanced her on the edge of the counter as he began moving between her thighs, again.

Joslyn began giggling, Throwing his steady rhythm off. "What's so funny?" He asked nipping her bottom lip. He pushed deeper into her as he waited for her answer.

Joslyn tried to answer between moans, "You… ah…. Don't… oh… think… ah… it's funny doing… um… this on the…. Cou-ahhh-nter?" She couldn't help but wrap her legs tighter around his hips as he shifted his hips causing pleasure to shoot up her spine.

"Um, you're right. It is a little strange I guess." He lifted her again and made his way down the hallway toward his bedroom. "Do you still practice yoga?" He smiled down at her as he pushed the bedroom door open.

"Yoga?" Joslyn repeated confused, "Yea, you know I do." She tried turning her head enough to see into his room but their positioning wouldn't allow much of a view.

Russ snickered as he opened the door to his closet. He laughed out loud at her expression as she realized they were actually going into the large walk-in. A mischievous smile lit up his face as he walked past the light switch, leaving it off, and seat her onto the yoga trapeze hanging in the center of the walk-in. He eased her back into the hammock portion, running his hands down the sides of her hips and the length of her legs. When his hands made it to her ankles he took them one at a time and secured them into the straps on either side of the trapeze.

Shock overtook her expression, "No, wait…. What are you doing?" She struggled up to try untangling her ankle he had finished with.

Russ finished the second ankle and grabbed her hands from their work on the other ankle. He leaned down and gave her a kiss before asking, "What you don't trust me?".

With that, Joslyn stopped struggling. She moved her focus from her bound ankles to his face. He was trying to hide hurt and discomfort behind a mask of light-hearted teasing. She gulped past the lump forming in her throat before stuttering out her answer, "I…I…I Trust you…"

He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, he leaned in and gave her another kiss, "Good." His words were barely a whisper against her lips. He licked and nipped along the edges of her swollen bottom lip. Her hands were already secured into the second set of straps before she knew what was going on.

She arched an eyebrow up at him as she asked, "You're kinda into bondage aren't ya?" She idly pulled on the straps her hands were in.

He chuckled, "You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this exact thing to you!" He cupped her face, "You don't know how beautiful you look right now." The corners of his mouth turned up when her mouth dropped open. He took advantage of her open-mouthed shock, capturing and filling her mouth with his. He positioned her backside closer to the edge of the hammock as their kisses became more frantic. He gently slid himself back inside her once he was happy with her positioning.

Joslyn pulled and tugged against the straps as Russ began to set a pace of gentle strokes and hip rolls. She wanted to touch him so badly, she couldn't stand it. he was driving her crazy with the slow, gentle rolls of his hips. It was slow torture, causing an impatient tension to build up in her body. "Russ please," she begged against his lips. He answered my teasing her neck with nips as he rolled into her even slower, "I can't take it anymore, please!" She yelled out as she threw her head back, pulling against the straps harder.

Russ pulled away from her neck and smiled down at her before his attention moved to the bar overhead that the trapeze was attached to. He stretched up one arm to reach the bar and took the top set of straps with the other hand, causing the straps around her left wrist and ankle to tighten and pull closer together. He lifted himself off the grounds slowly, not leaving her body. He began even slower rolls of his hips, using his grip on the straps to pull her harder against him. With each stroke, he pulled harder and dove deeper, all while keeping up the relentlessly slow pace.

"Russ please!" She begged again beginning to tire from fighting the restraints for so long. She let her head rest against the hammock, unable to stop the heavy pants.

Russ slowly lowered himself from the bar but continued moving inside her as he undid one of her ankles. He brought her foot up to his mouth and nipped her big toe, before trailing kisses up to her ankle. He kissed and nipped the faint red ring around her ankle left by the straps before moving on to the other ankle and then her wrists. When he was satisfied, he pulled her up and threw her arms around his neck before he lifted her out of the swing. He carried her out into his bedroom and sank down onto the bed with her still wrapped around him. He bent down, one arm wrapped around her back and the other falling onto the mattress. He gently leaned her lower toward the center of the bed as he followed her down. As soon as her back was fully against the bed, he began kissing her and moving his hips once again. He lowered himself down onto his elbows on either side of her as he picked up the pace. As she moaned deeply, he trailed kisses along her jaw line to her ear. "I love you." He whispered into her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

Joslyn cried out and arched up against his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and twisted her hands into his hair, reveling in the freedom to do so. She nuzzled her face into the bend of his neck and replied between gasps and pants in a near whisper, "Love you…. too..."

She untangled one hand from his hair and trailed her fingers down his back, sc.r.a.ping her nails along the rippling muscles. She reached past her legs that were still tightly bound around his waste to grab hold of his powerful, hard glut. His pace had picked up rapidly as she ran her hand over his body, causing her to dig her nails in and use her grip on his a.s.s to pull him deeper.

With a deep throaty growl, he grabbed her waist and flipped onto his back pulling her on top of him as he went. Too wound up to be shocked or embarra.s.sed, Joslyn leaned forward and captured his mouth as she began rapidly twerking her hips atop him.

He broke their kiss and gently pushed her up to a sitting position. "I want to watch you." he said huskily, his eyes a blazing blue.

She was mesmerized by their brilliant blue glowing orbs. He began moving slowly pressing her palms down into his chest. She rode him harder, without taking her eyes off his face. Watching his eyes roam freely over her body was oddly arousing. Her pleasure was increased when he cupped her breast with one hand and her a.s.s with the other. He crunched forward and seized her taut nipple in his mouth. She shifted her hands from his chest to his upper thighs and leaned back onto them, giving him better access to her body. Once the trimmers began to take over her body, she couldn't help but crumple her entire body down against his.

Russ held her tight against his body as he worked his hips beneath her. He propped himself up on one elbow, still holding onto her trembling body tightly with the other as he fought to find his own release.

Joslyn laid on top of Russ's chest as the aftershocks of their lovemaking continued to ripple through her body. Her arms were tucked under her body, palms pressed against his pecs. He had scooted them to the head of the bed and was now propped up against the headboard.

He had one arm around her waist and ran his fingers through her hair with the other. "Do you have any plans for today?" He asked softly as he studied a strand of her hair, trying to hide the hope in his eyes.

She glanced up at him, glad that he was focused on her hair and not paying attention to the blush she felt heating up her cheeks. "I had a message wanting me to come into work, but I don't think I'll respond to the text." She buried her face so he wouldn't see her blush deepen. [That hadn't been all the texts, though.... And luckly I don't have to worry about canceling with... That guy... G.o.d was I stupid? Why had I thought I could fight this.]

He dropped the strand of hair and cupped her jaw and angled her face up to look at him. "So then, what do you want to do today?" He smiled down at her as her face reddened more. He leaned forward and kissed her nose. "Do you want to go somewhere with me?" He watched her expression as she contemplated her answer. "We could just stay here if you want, but I'm warning you…." He bent down and kissed her lips with enough pressure to get his point across, "We probably won't be leaving this room."