Lennox kept driving into her and as soon as her first orgasm passed, another prepared to take its place.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Again.”
This time when she came, he followed, pushing deep inside her and holding still as he released into the condom.
Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, stunned when he followed. But unlike every other man she’d ever been with, he didn’t stay beside her. He held himself over her back, peppering kisses up and down her spine.
“My god, you’re perfect,” he whispered along her skin in a low voice she wasn’t sure was meant for her ears. He dropped his head and trailed more kisses along her shoulder blades; his face was prickly and gooseflesh popped up along where he kissed.
She’d thought they would go to bed now, turn in, call it a night. But when he trailed a hand between her legs, she realized she was mistaken. Again?
He chuckled, telling her she’d spoken out loud. “Yes, again. Being with you does something to me. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”
It should be impossible for a man of his age to get hard again so fast, but after only a few minutes of caresses and dirty talk, he was ready again. Heaven help her, he was going to make her overdose on orgasms.
But then she felt the cold trickle of lube and tensed. No way, no fucking way.
“Relax, Marie.” He never slowed or stopped in his preparations. “I know it’s been awhile, but I’m getting inside that ass of yours. I promise I’ll go slow.”
Slow or not, her last experience with anal had been with a newbie Dom and she’d ended up safewording. “My last time was painful, Sir. I said red before it finished.”
He paused momentarily. “If I do anything you don’t like, safeword. But I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”
She wasn’t sure if it was because it was Lennox, or if he was really that good, but by the time he started fucking her there, she was well on her way to her fourth orgasm. And when he pulled out and drew her close after another earth-shattering release, she knew she’d never doubt him again.
• • •
“I’LL BE BACK,” he whispered with a light caress to her arm.
The bed dipped slightly as he got up. She should probably get up herself and go to the bathroom, but she was too tired to move. She needed a shower, too. But it had been so long since she’d had must-shower-after sex that she couldn’t work up the energy to do that either.
Nope, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to stay right where she was, in this bed that had now become her happy place, and remember every moment with him. God, she was sore all over. Sore in the most amazing, wonderful, can-we-do-it-again way possible. She didn’t think there was an inch of her flesh that he hadn’t touched, licked, bit, or kissed in the last few hours.
She let out a happy sigh just thinking about it. Or maybe it was an exhausted-in-the-most-blissed-out-way sigh.
Her eyelids grew heavy. She’d think about it tomorrow.
“Marie,” Lennox said from beside her. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Not moving,” she said into the pillow. She didn’t even lift her head.
“You don’t have to move,” he said, and then he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
She’d been mistaken when she thought he’d gone to the bathroom to take care of himself. He’d been preparing the space for her. Lit candles were everywhere. She was thankful for the soft lighting because if he’d turned on the overhead light, it would have been too much.
He’d also filled up the bathtub, which looked so inviting with the steam rising from the water filled with lavender-scented bubbles.
“Think you can stay upright long enough for a bath?” he asked, his breath tickling her ear.
“I’ll do my best, Sir.” Because now that she was in the bathroom looking at the tub, she really wanted to get in.
He placed her gently into the tub, a huge freestanding and clawed showpiece, and knelt beside it.
“You aren’t getting in?” she asked. He was still naked, so there was no reason he shouldn’t join her. She scooted up, but doing so pulled her already sore muscles and she groaned.
“No.” He pushed the hair back from out of her eyes. “Now is when I get to take care of you.”
Aftercare. In her mind, she’d always seen aftercare as something a Dom had to do, not necessarily something they enjoyed.
She scooted away from him as best she could in the tub. “I can bathe myself. You don’t have to.”
“I never said you couldn’t, but I want to do this.” He picked up a washcloth and let warm water dribble down her shoulder.
She hummed in pleasure because it felt so good, but she still didn’t move to relax. “You’re naked, you’re probably as tired as I am, and there’s no reason for you to be on the floor giving me a bath.”
His hand with the washcloth stilled. “Marie. Doing this calms me. It allows me to touch you in a way that will bring you comfort and to ensure you’re okay. It helps me with my own drop and I’m probably going to have a steep one since it’s been so long since I’ve been in a scene.”
Well, damn. She hadn’t considered it like that.
“So,” he continued. “Unless you use your safe word, you’re going to sit in that tub and let me do this. And I’ll go ahead and warn you now that when you get out, I’m drying you off, putting you to bed, and then I’m going to give you a massage, and finally, we’re going to cuddle.”
She would have laughed, but his expression was so serious. Then she thought about curling up in bed, wrapped in Lennox’s arms, and she nodded in acceptance, moving back so he could reach her better. So far, she’d refused to think beyond tonight as to what the future might hold for them. Yet she knew she might not get this chance again and she wanted nothing more than to spend a night in his arms.
“Yes,” she said simply.
When he began to bathe her, she marveled at his hands. His hands that had brought her so many different sensations in the past few hours held one more surprise for her. They were achingly tender.
He washed her as if she was a delicate vessel he feared would shatter at the slightest touch. As he cared for every part of her body, she felt his touch become reverent. Even as he helped her out of the tub and carefully dried her off, he was still caring and gentle.
Next he wrapped her in warm towels and carried her over to the bed where he rubbed the soreness out of her body. She was left feeling warm and cherished, and as he climbed in beside her then gently curled himself around her, she realized she didn’t know him at all.
• • •
MARIE WAS CURLED up on her side, snoring softly. He held her, trying to name the emotion he was feeling, when it hit him. He was jealous. Jealous of sleep.
If that wasn’t the craziest thing he’d ever experienced, he wasn’t sure what was. Whoever heard of being jealous of sleep? But he was. Right now, sleep possessed her and he wanted to be the one to do that. Not to just hold her body, but to hold her mind, her soul. All of her.
He supposed he should draw some comfort from the fact that he was the one who’d worn her out so thoroughly that she slept so deeply. But damn it, he wasn’t near finished with her yet.
She needed sleep though. No doubt she was exhausted from all the heavy emotions of the day, not even counting the crazy sex they’d recently had. He sighed and tightened his arms around her. It’d been too long since he held a sleeping woman.
He buried his nose in her hair and sniffed. She smelled like sex and sunshine, with a hint of lavender still lingering.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, her voice heav
y with drowsiness. “Are you smelling me?”
He chuckled. “I thought you were asleep?”
“I asked you first.”
“Yes.” He smiled.
“In that case, to answer your question, I was asleep. I’m a light sleeper.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He wouldn’t say he was sorry, because he wasn’t.
She rolled over to face him. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” She reached up to run her fingers through his hair. Her actions were hesitant and that shocked him. He’d never seen her unsure before.