Can I Tie You Up?

"Holy shit, baby," he panted between kisses. "That was probably the hottest experience, ever. Jesus."

I pulled back to grin at him. "And it's one we can experience again." I gestured my head at the camera. "Why do you think I wanted to film it?"

"You are a genius," Mason praised.

I sat up to slowly unlink us, and he winced a little as I did; he was always so sensitive after an orgasm. I climbed off him and leaned over to release his wrists, and then laid down next to his side, figuring his legs could wait after a little post-sex cuddling.

The breeding fantasy went over much better than I expected it to. Probably because it was just that; a fantasy. I was still on birth control - the implant; Mason and I rarely used condoms anymore; we really only doubled up on protection when it was ovulation time, so we agreed it would be a decent script to use should we want to try that particular fantasy out. And I had made sure it wasn't that dangerous week. Maybe someday, it would be more than fantasy, but for now, we were both happy with just the risk-adjacent thrill.

"I love you, baby," Mason said drowsily, clearly not uncomfortable with his legs still bound. It wasn't the first time he had said I love you to me, but it still gave me quite the thrill.

"I love you, too," I responded. I untied his legs, grabbed us a blanket, pulled the blanket over him, before heading to clean myself up.

Then I climbed into bed again, settled against Mason's body, and dozed off, sleepily smiling about what we'd get to try next.