I whimpered as he stretched me and filled me. And when he pounded into me with fierce abandon, the tears that fell down my cheeks were from sweet relief.
“You feel so good,” Reeve murmured against my ear, making my knees weak. “It’s been so long, and you’re so tight.”
It had been too long, and every stroke he drove into me felt new and invasive and amazing.
“Bend over the rail.” He pushed my torso down over the metal, bending me in half. Draping me over the same precipice that his former girlfriend had fallen over.
It was sick. And wrong. Sick and wrong how that thought didn’t disgust me, didn’t turn me off. Didn’t scare the hell out of me.
I reached down and grabbed onto the lower bar of the railing – not because I thought I might fall but to stretch me open even wider. To let him in as far as I possibly could.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Just like that.” He was deeper than I’d ever felt him, hitting places inside me that I swore had never been touched. He leaned over me and grabbed my ponytail with both hands, pulling my head back. “I wish you could see this, Emily. You’re so beautiful like this. Bent over and open for me. I’m watching my cock fuck your tight cunt, and there’s never been anything sexier.”
Then he let loose, drilling into me with rapid fire.
Sensation besieged me.
The bite of my pulled hair. The railing digging into my waist. The feel of the wind in my face. The dizziness from the height. The smell of the sea. The smell of sweat and sex. The tension fraying in my belly. The crass words spoken behind me. The slap of balls against my thighs. Reeve’s delicious stroke in and out and in and out.
I had no choice but to surrender. No choice but to give in. No choice but to let go. I was a kite and Reeve held the string, tugging me this way and that until I was soaring on a gentle breeze.
I cried out as he jerked my hair back sharply, causing electricity to jolt through my body. “Tell me this isn’t what you wanted,” he challenged. “Tell me.”
“I wanted it,” I gasped, grateful I could give him my assurance. Grateful I could give him myself, if even for just this once. “I wanted you so much.”
“You did. I know you did.” He let go of my hair, wrapped his arm around my waist, and wrenched me up against him. Pinching my chin, he forced my head back against his shoulder. “You know what this is, Emily?”
“Mmm?” I couldn’t talk if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to do nothing but feel and relish and savor.
He pressed his nose to my cheek. “This is me taking care of you. How you need to be taken care of. Whether you want to admit it or not. I know what you need. This is me doing what’s best for you.”
Men had said similar words to me in the past, usually as some form of justification for having just treated me badly. For abusing me and destroying me in irreparable ways. It was always a lie. Pretty prose to convince me that their sadistic behavior was only for my benefit.
But this time, when Reeve said it, the words sounded different to my ears. They felt different in my body. They reverberated through my skeleton with truth and recognition and clarity. And even though Reeve had been harsh and savage, and even though his actions fed some primal hunger in his own soul, he was absolutely correct in knowing it was exactly what I needed too.
With one hand still gripping my chin, he lowered the other toward the strip of hair between my thighs. “You don’t deserve it,” he said, his fingers brushing ever so gently across my clit, “but I’m going to let you come so that you’ll remember that I love you.”
He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves, and I exploded. My entire body convulsed as tears washed my face and colorful bolts of lightning danced across my vision.
“Ah, that’s it. Good girl,” Reeve murmured against my cheek, coaxing me, cheering me. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
So good that I’d lost perception of what my body was doing. Was I standing or being held? Was my climax starting or ending? Was I dying from ecstasy or was this the process of rebirth?
Just as I began to get oriented, his thumb returned to my clit. “Again,” he said.
And there I went again. Lost. Spinning. Flying higher. But with him, this time – he jutted deep into me and stilled, emptying himself inside me and we came together.
Aftershocks shook through me until long after my breathing had returned to normal. I put myself back together as best as I could, but I was sure that parts of me were broken permanently. Dark parts of me. Parts that I’d held on to for far too long.
I was so high postorgasm that it took me a minute to realize that Reeve was eerily silent. He was standing at the railing, peering out over the ocean. He’d done up the buttons of his shirt, and while it probably meant nothing, it made him seem closed off. Or maybe he was closed off. And so very distant.
“Reeve?”
He said nothing.
I stepped up behind him, my hand hovering just above his back. But the barrier around him was so obtrusive, I couldn’t bring myself to touch him. I let my hand fall to my side. “Say something.”
“I broke my promise.” He didn’t even glance at me.
“It’s fine. I wanted you to.” I’d wanted him to fuck me then almost as badly as I wished he’d wrap me in his arms and hold me now.
“I know.” He turned to face me, his expression cold and resolute. “But I’m not doing it again. This is the last time I’m fucking you until you decide we’re together.” Without another word, he crossed the clearing and disappeared up the trail.