In His Arms Tonight

I’ve always had a secret fetish for being tied up during sex. My husband knows about it but isn’t into it himself. Last weekend when we were on our anniversary trip, I finally found the courage to ask him if he could indulge me once. He looked at me with that look of intense love and said okay. We went back to the hotel room, and he tied me up gently yet firmly to the bedpost. The feeling was electrifying, being completely bound but safe in his arms. I felt so exposed, my breasts aching, nipples hard as he explored me, my legs spread wide for him. His hands were everywhere, teasing, touching, until finally entering me from behind. I cried out, arching into him, the pleasure sharp and intense. He kept up a steady rhythm, my moans loud in the room, my orgasm building until it crashed over me violently.