Ice cream dropped onto her belly button. His lips encircled it, his tongue lashing into the delve of her stomach, while his fingers brought her to the brink of agony. One hand palmed her breast, massaging and tugging. The other hand curved over her mound, two fingers finally pressing in.

“Yes.” It was all she could manage. “More.”

Incoherent thoughts. One-word pleas. Her legs struggled against their bindings. The rope scratched into her flesh, sending lightning strikes screaming up her legs. His fingers began to fuck her, in and out, roughly pushing her toward a climax she was dying for.

Sarah’s back arched. His hands worked in tandem. Stronger. Harsher. Everything she wanted. And then his cold lips kissed her clitoris, and she lost her mind. Her body thrashed, and she cried for her husband.

“Come for me.” It was a command. Its rumbles pulsed against her intimate flesh. He had no intention of letting her fall away from this. His eagerness, his determination made her love him all the more.

Her climax sealed her eyes shut behind the blindfold. Fireworks exploded, rocketing, radiating to every tied-up limb of her body. Her legs quaked. Her fingers interlaced, locking into a struggling, surviving clutch.

Brock maneuvered over her and lifted the blindfold from her eyes. Sarah blinked. His smoky eyes and chiseled face hung above her as she focused. He stared, deep and meaningful, touching her soul, until she could semi-regulate her breath. Still tied but able to see, she picked her head up, her lips meeting his, and she kissed him until his arms wrapped under her, hugging her to him.

His erection pushed into her, slowly, inching in. “I love you, angel.”

His lips swept over hers. His tongue stroked hers. His arms remained around her, hugging while he stroked her from the inside out, owning her. Driving her mad with love and comfort and devotion.

She could come again just from the sound of his voice, from knowing the profound commitment Brock had made to her, to their family and future. He still hugged her, still stroked her, but it was faster and deeper. His breath raced with hers. They were sticky, sweaty, and in sync. Her climax rolled through, and his followed. Brock moaned and bit onto her shoulder, groaning and spearing her deep.

“I love you too.” Her superhero. Her husband. Their new life together. She loved it all. In a few hours from that moment, they’d be showered and dressed, standing before their family and friends to recommit to their promise of love. But in his arms, knowing that he’d given her more than she’d initially known she wanted, Sarah vowed to always take the risk, to be his Gamble. Brock and Sarah Gamble. Together forever, always searching for their more.

THE END

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