Brooke Roberts Part 2

Expectation mixes with arousal with every turn Seth makes, forming an intricate pattern with the rope around my breasts, his fingers hovering over my skin like a whisper of a touch. I start to crave the moment when I'll feel his skin against mine again.
When Seth stops in front of me, my breasts are completely exposed, the red rope standing out against my skin, forming a kind of bra that covers nothing but outlines my chest perfectly.
"Color?"
"Green." The rope is restrictive, but not suffocating. I can feel every point where it presses against me, but it’s not painful.
He begins tying consecutive knots in the rope, making it thicker, and I’m confused about what he’s going to do until Seth presses it against the side of my body, shakes his head, and makes a few more before repeating the motion and smiling.
He starts wrapping the red rope around my hips, each new crossing point increasing the pressure and tension against my skin.
"Open your legs for me, Little Bee." There’s lust in his voice, as if he’s just as desperate as I am, just as needy for what comes next, but his hands keep working with attention and patience.
Seth slides the double rope through my thighs, the knots of his fingers brushing against my pussy and making me moan. Seth's eyes meet mine, full of hunger and desire. I feel like my body is about to spontaneously combust—I need him inside me. I don't know how much longer I can take it, and when he slides the rope down my other leg, I’m sure I could come at any second.
He circles me one more time, stopping behind me, and finishes tying me up. Seth presses his body against mine, his erection against my ass while his hands snake around my belly, tracing the path made by the ropes to my sex and pressing his hand against my pussy. I grab his forearms at the wave of pleasure that overtakes me, finally feeling more than just a fleeting touch.
"Color?" he asks against my ear, and the shiver that runs through me makes my body tremble.
"Green," I reply quickly. "Seth, please," I beg. "I need to feel you."
He curves two fingers and thrusts into me without warning, and I scream in ecstasy.
"You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have you screaming and begging for more. That’s why I’m going to take my sweet time worshipping your delicious body." He bites my neck hard, and I explode in his hand.
Seth turns me to face him, so I can watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks each one while staring at me.
"Remember that day I fucked you with my fingers?" I nod in response. "You went back to sleep, and I used my hand, soaked with your cum, to jerk off." This man clearly decided tonight he’s going to make up for all the lost time. "You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and never thought I’d have, Brooke. And I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine."
"I am yours," I declare, and I see his chest rise and fall rapidly.
He throws me onto the bed and gets rid of his pants and underwear, and I stare at his cock. Just as I expected, he’s big and curved, the wide head already wet with precum. His eyes roll back as he slides the condom over the entire length.
Seth stops at the foot of the bed, between my legs, and scans my body, his hand slowly stroking his cock.
"Color?"
"What do you think? Green!" I exclaim, as if I could stop now.
"Put your feet on the mattress," he orders, and I obey, knowing that in this position I’m completely exposed. He runs his hand over my pussy, which pulses in response, and smiles. "You’re beautiful, but all tied up, dripping, and ready for me in my bed—you’re without a doubt a masterpiece."
He guides his cock to my entrance, and I let my head fall back onto the mattress, bracing myself to feel him.
"Look at me. I want to see every one of your reactions when my cock slides into this delicious pussy," he requests—or commands, I can’t tell—but I do as he says, and the second our eyes meet, he enters me. Slowly, torturously slow. Making me feel every inch until his hips press against mine. "Fuck, you’re magnificent."
Seth pulls out completely and then thrusts all the way in at once, the wet sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room. He starts thrusting hard, deep, the curve of his cock hitting an incredibly pleasurable spot inside me every time he buries himself completely.
I grip the sheets and sink into the mattress, overwhelmed by the uncontrollable arousal flooding me from head to toe. My whole body feels like a lit-up Christmas tree. He picks up the pace, holding my hips tightly—I wanted to see him lose control, and every violent thrust shows he’s unleashed the beast within.
The powerful orgasm crashes over me without warning. My whole body trembles with the convulsions, but I still want more—I want everything Seth can give me.
As if reading my mind, one of his hands moves up to my breast, pinching my nipple harder than before, and I scream again, arching my back as I feel his cock twitch inside me.
His hand moves higher, hovering over my neck, and the memory of him gripping it earlier floods my mind. Seth's gaze is a mix of pleading and lust when he asks me again:
"Color?"
I cover his hand with mine, guiding it to my neck before answering through moans:
"Green."
His fingers tighten around my throat, and his movements grow more frantic. I feel my pleasure like a rubber band stretched to its limit, about to snap—the pressure on my neck, the ropes around me, Seth's cock moving in and out of me, pushing me to the edge and beyond. My entire body contracts, and I hear Seth’s growl of pleasure as my pussy clenches around his cock, making him come a second before I explode in one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Seth collapses on top of me, his mouth searching for mine in a kiss that starts desperate and gradually calms down along with our bodies. He rolls to the side and pulls me into his arms so he can look at me, his gaze scanning me for something I no longer have the strength to decipher.
My body feels heavy, exhaustion settling in, and I close my eyes. I hear Seth get up and the sound of the condom being discarded before he moves around the bed and starts untying me. I feel the relief as the rope comes off, and when he removes it completely, I force my eyes open and smile at the pattern left on my skin.
I don’t remember closing my eyes, but Seth’s voice wakes me.
"Drink this," he says, his voice gentler than before as he hands me a glass of water and a cookie. My boyfriend kisses my forehead. "I’m going to prepare the bath for you."
"Are you going to shower with me?" I ask, and the smile on his lips is one of the most peaceful and content I’ve ever seen on his face.
"If you want me to."