Ellie’s thighs and pussy were still quivering as Zane reared up, his eyes instantly meeting hers. “Jesus, Ellie! You look so damn…” He looked as if he was searching for the words. “Mine,” he concluded fiercely.
She panted, trying to catch her breath. “Then take what’s yours,” she gasped, desperate for him to be inside her. “Please.”
His face registered a feral, possessive expression before he reached up, released her hands from the bindings, and then flipped her onto her belly, urging her up on her hands and knees. Surprised, Ellie did what he wanted, knowing he wanted to claim her in the most primitive way possible. He’d never done this before, generally preferring they were face-to-face when he was fucking her into a state of madness, wanting to see her come.
The slap to her ass was firm and she jolted in shock as he grunted. “Never push me this far, Ellie, or this is what you’ll get.” He smacked her rear a few more times, and then rubbed his hand covetously over the stinging flesh. He delved between her thighs, stroking her pussy after every erotic smack.
She moaned as he finally entered her from behind, burying his cock to the root. The sensation was so damn erotic that she couldn’t stop groaning with pleasure, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her.
Gripping her hips, Zane showed her no mercy as he pummeled her over and over again with his cock, pulling her ass back against him with every thrust.
“Oh, my God, Zane! Yes!” He felt so deep in this position, and she knew he was as lost to this carnal mating as she was right now.
Ellie could feel her body perspiring, feeling like she was burning from the inside and it was spreading outward to every inch of her flesh. Pushing back, she tried to make their bodies meet harder, the slapping of their flesh and harsh breathing the only sounds in the room.
“Harder,” she urged, not wanting him to stop.
“Good,” Zane rasped. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” Ellie hissed, pushing back as he pulled on her hips, needing him so desperately that only this rough, hard mating was going to satisfy her.
“Tell me you’re mine, Ellie. Tell me that you’ll never leave,” he rumbled, tightening his hold on her flesh as he pounded into her.
That was exactly what she’d been trying to show him. In his desire to comfort her, help her through her pain, he’d been suffering through his own discomfort alone. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you again,” she answered breathlessly, trying to take away the fear that was the most acute for him.
He’s afraid. He’s worried that I’ll disappear again.
It wasn’t a rational fear, but Ellie had learned that very few things that she was still anxious about made sense.
She imploded the moment she felt Zane’s fingers stroking over her pussy and then over her clit, his hand having moved from her hip to the pulsating nub.
Zane took over as Ellie’s climax consumed her. “Come for me, Ellie. I can’t wait any longer,” Zane insisted in a graveled voice.
He didn’t need to tell her to lose it. The muscular walls of her sheath were already clamping around his cock in spasms she couldn’t control, signaling to Zane that she was already climaxing…hard.
“Christ! There’s no better feeling than you coming around me,” Zane groaned.
Ellie dropped to her elbows, unable to keep herself supported on her hands as her orgasm peaked and Zane spilled himself deep inside her with a tormented groan.
Lowering himself over her, Zane kissed the back of her head and both sides of her face, and then rested his forehead against her hair.
She could hear and feel his labored breathing, the warmth of his rapid exhales ruffling her hair, his chest rising and falling against her back.
Ellie finally collapsed completely, and Zane rolled to her side.
When she could finally get the words out, she whispered, “I’m hot.”
“Already?” Zane teased as he played with a lock of her hair.
She slapped his arm playfully. “You know what I mean. I’m sweating like a pig.”
“Me, too,” he agreed as he rolled to his feet at the side of the bed. “Let’s go.”
She shook her head. “You wore me out. I need a few minutes.”
He didn’t say a word as he bodily picked her up and made his way out of the bedroom and to the indoor pool. He lowered them both into the water slowly, cradling her nude body against him, submerging them slowly so it wasn’t a shock to her system.
As she lowered her feet lazily to the tiled floor of the pool, Zane took her wrists gently and turned them over and back again, inspecting the flesh. “Thank God. No marks,” he mumbled, and then put a gentle hand on her butt, stroking over it tenderly. “But your ass is a little red.” He didn’t sound particularly remorseful that he’d left some kind of brand on her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she teased, “It was worth it. I don’t think I’ve ever come quite that hard.”
A relieved grin lit his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Ell. Thank you for trusting me that much.”
“You’d never intentionally hurt me.” She stroked a hand over his shadowed jaw. “I know that.”
“I don’t want to do it unintentionally either,” he grumbled, tightening his arms around her waist, and then lowering his head to kiss her.
Unlike their wild session in bed, his kiss was tender and sweet, an affirmation of how much he wanted to cherish her. Ellie’s heart melted as his lips gently roved over her mouth, licking and tasting every inch.