I wrapped my hand around his thickness and teased it, and he closed his eyes and gave a little growling sound. His breathing was rough and fast. So was mine. His erection was hard, a glistening droplet of precome gathered on the tip. My tissues were wet too, my muscles tense, my skin burning.
“Bristol,” he said on a sigh, reaching for me.
“Oh, no you don’t. We’re making love. Sometimes the woman gets to make the rules during lovemaking.” Turning the tables on him, I caught his wrists in my fist and held them out to the sides. I was in control this time. Me. But only because he was letting me. And only until I pushed him over the edge and he became too desperate to play along with my game.
“Lay down,” I told him.
He reclined back, and I positioned him so his hands were up over his head. What a sight this was. Shane lying before me, his body laid out for my pleasure, only mine. I could lick and taste and tease and torment to my heart’s content.
But God help me, I wasn’t going to have the patience to do that.
My gaze meandered over his perfectly formed body. That chest. Sigh. Those abs. Sigh. That…very large erection. Double sigh.
I kissed my way down the center of his body, from the little notch between his collarbones to his bellybutton. Then, I licked and nipped a little further south, intentionally avoiding any contact with his penis.
He mumbled. He moaned. He tried to grab me once or twice. But I knocked his hands away, chastising him with a, “No, you don’t.” When I couldn’t take any more, I sat up again, and sighed. And with trembling hands, and Shane’s hot and hungry gaze watching my every move, I removed my clothes, one piece at a time. I made it as far as my bra and panties before he leaped at me, tackled me to the bed, and growled, “Enough, minx.” He plunged into my slick heat.
How perfectly he filled me. Stretched me.
How perfectly he touched me, kissed me. Lying beneath him, I rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, taking him deep. I loved the feel of his weight on top of me, loved the way his unique scent filled my nose, loved the way he growled like a big bear as he possessed my body.
Oh yes. This was what I’d been waiting for. Shane was still the same powerful, domineering man that made me breathless, but he’d also shown a little vulnerability. And it was that vulnerability that made me feel so safe with him now. Safe and cherished.
His hands tormented my br**sts while he pounding into me. He sat back on his knees, changing the angle and pushed my bent legs back so I was open wide to him. In that position, every stroke, both in and out, touched that place inside of me that sent electric jolts through my body. I was getting hot, hotter. Burning up. So tight. So breathless.
“Touch yourself, minx,” he demanded. “Show me how you come.”
I’d never touched myself in front of anyone before. The thought was scandalous. It made me flush. It made my insides clench around his invading shaft.
Ohhhh, did that feel good.
A wave of carnal heat pulsed through me.
I was getting closer to orgasm. But I didn’t want this to end. Not yet. If I touched myself…no. I couldn’t.
I tossed my head from side to side.
“Do it. For me.”
The way he spoke those words…it was almost a plea. I couldn’t refuse, even though I knew I was about to cl**ax. I slid my hand down my stomach, over my mound. A fingertip slipped between my slick folds, finding the hard little nub hiding beneath them.
With the first stroke, I felt the contractions building. A couple more, and my inside muscles were convulsing around him as he roughly claimed me.
“Mine,” he said, over and over, and he thrust deep inside. “Mine. Only mine.”
“Yes, Shane. Only yours.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He gave me one last inward thrust then jerked out, spilling his seed on my stomach.
Then, while I struggled to catch my breath, he cleaned me with a warm washcloth before lying down and gathering me into his arms.
Lost in bliss, I felt myself smiling as I drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
The next morning, I woke to the sensation of Shane’s hands gently gliding over my body, his heat radiating over my back, his erection burning the skin of my bu**ocks. What a wickedly delicious way to start the day.
He nuzzled my neck, giving me little nips that tickled. Goose bumps prickled my shoulders and back. “I have to go, but I’ll pick you up next week. Friday. You’ll get my letter on Wednesday.”
Smiling, “Okay.”
“Do you remember the question I asked you when we were in Antigua?” he murmured as he flicked his tongue into my ear.
“Which one? The one about what I want?” Already, I knew my answer. It had nothing to do with money. It had nothing to do with a job. Or a house. Or a car. It had to do with a certain man, of wanting him to become the man I believed he could be.
“When we meet, I would like you to tell me the answer to that question.”
Pretending I didn’t have a clue, I sighed, “I guess I can try.”
He flipped me onto my back and climbing over top of me glowered. “You’ll try?”
I giggled. “Yes, sir. I will have that answer for you.”
“Better.” He brushed his lips against mine. A kiss that was too short and too sweet. Taking his advice to heart, I grabbed the hair at his nape and pulled. And I gave him a proper kiss, running my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He didn’t open to me, instead, he pushed my tongue back. While his mouth possessed mine, he cupped my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him, relishing the feel of his heat, the taste of him as it spread through my mouth, the sound of the low rumble vibrating in his chest.
He kneaded the globes of my bottom roughly, pulled the flesh apart and traced the seam of my slit with a fingertip. I gasped into our joined mouths.
“I have your answer, Shane. I want you,” I said between kisses. I sounded more desperate than demanding. The raspy tone of my voice said need more than want.
“I see. I know what I said about taking what you want. But let’s make one thing clear, minx,” he growled, eyes sharp, “You can’t take me. Not now. Not ever. No. I will always take you.” And to illustrate, he gripped my waist and impaled me with his thick rod.
I cried out from the pleasure and shock. Him wanting me, me wanting him. His taking me. Me taking him. Who cared? All I knew was that he was filling me, stretching me, shoving in and out roughly, stroking that spot inside that made blazes erupt through my whole body.