She began to shudder in orgasm, her feet flexing in the air.
“Good,” Dylan growled, finishing her sentence through gnashed teeth. He thrust more forcefully, making Alice whimper. His hands tightened on her shin and thigh. “If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you right now, Alice.”
Another wave of pleasure tore through her. In the midst of her climax, she was still aware that he held back. She hated it. “Do it,” she moaned, shaking. “Fuck me hard.”
“Quiet,” he demanded, still pumping her ass with firm, but measured strokes. She shuddered again, her head coming off the pillow, pulling hard on her single restraint. His hold on her tightened.
“Oh Jesus, it feels so good,” he grated out.
Alice sagged back on the pillows, panting, shivers of residual pleasure still running through her. She drew a soughing breath. The hand she’d been using to rub herself slid limply to the mattress. She stared up at him, entranced by the chained savagery evident on his handsome face as he continued to fuck her. A longing welled up in her, a powerful emotion difficult to name.
A ripple of tension coursed up his left jaw and cheek.
“Come,” she demanded. She begged.
A guttural moan tore out of his throat. Despite her satiated state, her perspiration-damp skin roughened with excitement.
She could feel him so perfectly inside her, even more acutely than she could in her pussy. Her excitement ratcheted up to a thrill of anxious anticipation when he gripped her tighter and his cock swelled huge.
He held her stare as he came. He kept his mouth clamped tight, but she saw the jerk of his muscles as he climaxed. She loved that he kept almost entirely still as he ejaculated, pumping only minimally through his pleasure, exhibiting awesome amounts of control.
She hated it.
The savage in her, that secret wildness that she and Dylan shared, longed for him to take her hard and ruthless.
Although he’d certainly taken her thoroughly, Alice acknowledged a moment later. She’d lost herself to pounding lust, while Dylan had remained in control at the helm.
He lowered his chin to his chest, trying to catch his breath. She lay still, watching in fascination as his rigid, heaving abdomen muscles slowed and his bunched sinews loosened. Again, she was reminded of how much energy he’d expended, not just from the exercise of making love; but from spending so much effort in restraint.
After a moment, he looked up and withdrew.
Alice whimpered in slight discomfort once he was gone. She’d only been excited when he was joined to her, but now . . .
Perhaps he’d been right to go easy on her.
“You didn’t have to spare me,” she said, her voice thick and hoarse from satiation. “But thank you, anyway.”
He ran his gaze over her face slowly. What was he thinking? Sometimes she felt like she could read him like large print. Other times—like now—he was a closed book.
He eased his grip on her legs, letting her feet lower.
“Come on,” he said gruffly, bending over her to release her single remaining restraint. He hovered over her and lowered, his mouth brushing against hers. Alice responded instinctively to the delicious kiss, sliding her lips against his. “Let’s get in the shower,” he rumbled.
Despite his words, he paused to gently bite at her lower lip and linger. His scent and taste filled her, making that inexplicable feeling of desperation and longing swell.
SEVEN
After a shared, languorous hot shower, Alice felt like her muscles were melting. As usual, Dylan had effectively worked all of her unrest, doubt, and uncertainty right out of her.
When he came down in bed next to her and shut out the light, she curled into the arc of his naked body like a warmth-seeking kitten.
“Alice?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you concerned at all about the Alumni Dinner being held for the counselors here at the house tomorrow night?”
Her heavy eyelids sprung open.