Free Love Unbound by Evelyn Adams

no way she could hold still. Two more smacks, and he gave
up trying. She felt him start to laugh, too.
    “Fuck it.” He tugged out the beads and tossed
them aside. With one quick movement, he flipped her over onto her
back and plunged inside her. She arched, crying out for him. He
lifted her hips, holding them tight in his hands, letting him sink
deeper into her. She reached for him and drew him to her. When he
bent over her to claim her mouth, she pulled off his mask and
stared into the face of the man she had loved for most of her
life.
    He smiled down at her and his face mirrored
all the love that she felt. His gaze never leaving her face, he
started to move, slowly sliding in and out of her swollen channel
in long smooth strokes. The pleasure built as he drove them both
on. Cupping her head in his hand, he tucked her against his chest
and thrust, sinking into her as deep as he could go.
    Sensations swamped her. The tenderness of his
hand holding her and his punishing thrusts, forced her to feel more
and more as he rode her. She licked the skin at the base of his
throat and felt his groan against her mouth. When she bit him, he
growled.“Baby, I’m not going to last.” He reached between them to
stroke her clit. That was all it took to send her careening over
the edge.
    As she screamed his name, she felt him fall
with her, his cock jerking as he spent his seed against her womb
and she spasmed around him.
     
    “Oh God.” She breathed the words as they lay
tangled together on the bed. “That was…” She struggled to find a
word big enough for what she was feeling.
    “I know.”He pulled her tighter, cradling her
against him. “I love you, Cat. Forever and always.”
    Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you, too.
Forever and always.”

Epilogue
     
    It finally arrived. Cat set the FedEx box on
her desk, practically dancing in anticipation. She ripped open the
cardboard box and tore away the bubble wrap, revealing a plain
green cloth bound journal. She flipped open the cover and her
breath caught in her throat.
    It turned out better than she imagined. She
turned page after page of the glossy photos Sam had taken.
    After their weekend together, Owen had given
her the SD card. He told her the pictures were for her and she had
the only copies. She’d tucked the card away and waited until she
could look at the photos by herself. It felt too vulnerable to look
at them with him. The first chance she’d gotten, she loaded the
images on her laptop and sat, mesmerized.
    They were beautiful. She was beautiful.
Although it was still hard to admit that it was her in the
photographs. The woman in the pictures was gloriously naked with
jewel toned ribbon woven in intricate patterns around her ivory
skin. Her heavy breasts were rosy tipped and the dark curls,
covering her sex, glistened.
    Only one of the pictures was from far enough
away to see the straps holding her wrists and the spreader bar. All
the rest of the photos were close ups, concentrating on the layers
of ribbons and curves of flesh. With the pretty beaded mask
covering her face, she wouldn’t have recognized herself if she
hadn’t known it was her.
    She’d clicked through image after image,
freezing when she got to the pose with her kneeling. Owen’s face
hidden behind the damn Zorro mask filled the screen. The photo must
have been taken the second he released her nipple. His mouth was
softly pursed and her nipple, wet and stretched, looked like it was
straining towards him. She hadn’t realized Sam had taken a picture
of that. Her womb still tightened and she got wet remembering the
sudden shock and feel of Owen suckling her sensitive flesh.
    The next image was the three quarter angle
with her kneeling. Ribbons wound through her braided hair and
continued the pattern down her arms to her wrists. The way she was
turned captured the delicate mask and the edge of her jaw. The
tight bud of her nipple just peeked out from behind the edge of her
bound arms.