Free Having Patience by Debra Glass

say for the rest of the night,” James said.
    “Yes, yes!” she cried more than ready to submit to anything he might suggest. Just, please don’t stop…
    And then, Patience lost all control as sheer ecstasy rushed like a wildfire out of control through the body. Wilting, she pulsed around James’s finger. Spasm after delicious spasm caused her to jump and cry out but she rode it to the very end and when the last of the tremors eddied away, strong hands seized her arms and dragged them behind her body. She gasped for breath. When he bound her wrists, her body seemed to dissolve as he dragged her off the bed and pushed her to her knees on the carpet.
    He seemed suddenly tense. Choking fear rose in Patience. But there was little time to be afraid—or to protest.
    His fingers threaded into the hair at her nape and he pulled her head forward until she felt something warm and big prodding her lips. His cock! Her mind screamed that this was wrong, sinful. Her body reacted entirely differently.
    At once she parted her lips and engulfed all she could of her husband’s cock. He tasted both clean and slightly salty. Droplets of sweet liquid fell on the back of her tongue.
    Rough gasps met her ears and she realized the hand in her hair trembled. His other hand fisted around the base of his cock and he began pumping himself into her mouth with reckless abandon.
    Her jaw ached but she relished the sensation of her husband’s brute strength punctuated by his bridled control. He could easily have torn her apart if he wanted and that knowledge drove Patience mad with desire.
    “Suck me,” he rasped. “That’s it. Damn, that’s good.”
    Encouraged by his ribald words, Patience licked and sucked and ran her tongue along his length despite his thrusts. Her knees hurt. Her cunny throbbed. Her shoulders burned from the strain of having her hands tied.
    “This is what you’re made for, Patience,” he said breathlessly. “For sucking and fucking. God, I want to bury this hard cock in your cunny.”
    If she hadn’t had a mouthful of his luscious cock she would have begged him to do just that.
    “Oh,” he moaned. “Oh, Patience. Oh, yes. Yes.” The hand around his cock joined the one threaded into her hair and he held her head as he cried out and erupted in her mouth.
    Patience gulped and swallowed as his essence spurted onto her tongue. His hands tensed and she could tell he was trying with all his might to hold back. And as suddenly as he’d exploded, all the tension melted from his entire being.
    Disappointment surged as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Patience could have sucked him all night. But then, she sensed he’d dropped to his knees in front of her. Reaching around her, he jerked the scarf free of her wrists and then he gently removed the blindfold.
    Patience blinked against the light given off by the fire in the hearth. Gratitude and something Patience could not define shone in James’s eyes. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her swollen lips and then lifted once more. Before she could take her next breath, James’s mouth sought hers. His pressure was insistent. His lips teased and his tongue tantalized her mouth until she opened for him. When she did, her heart ran wild. She returned his kiss as if she’d been kissed dozens of times, eagerly exploring his mouth. Everything but James faded until there was only his heat, his strength, his hunger.
    He urged her body the rest of the way to the floor and clinging, Patience allowed him to move over her. His knees pushed hers apart while his mouth continued its passionate invasion.
    His spent cock raked through her folds and Patience lifted her hips, wishing he was still hard, wanting him to take her. She wanted to thrash, to scream—anything to drive this maddening desire out of her soul.
    Through her chemise, he palmed one breast and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth and arched. His penetrating kiss deepened even more and then abruptly, he dragged his lips