Make Me Forget - Page 36

“I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?” he asked.

“You don’t have to—”

He cut off her protest by covering her mouth with his, and this time, there was very little gentleness in his kiss. It was almost like he’d taken offense to her doubting his sincerity. She made a muffled sound of mixed arousal and surprise as he made an onslaught on her senses. He caressed her naked body while he kissed her. It drove her crazy, the way her hip fit so ideally in his large, curving hand, the way he coaxed goose bumps onto her skin by stroking his fingertips across her ribs like he was playing an instrument, the way he brushed the tender, sensitive skin just below her the top of her panties with teasing fingers. And all the while, he owned her with his deep, drugging kiss. He caught a breast in his hand and molded her to his palm possessively.

It became too much. She felt trapped. Delightfully so. She writhed on the cushion, struggling against his restraint of her wrists. She wanted to hold him. She made a wild, desperate sound into his mouth.

He broke their kiss roughly and tightened his hold on her wrists.

“Do you want me to release you?”

“Yes. No,” she muttered emphatically, bewildered by her response.

“Good, because I’m not going to. Not until I do this.”

He shoved his hand beneath her panties. “Spread your thighs,” he demanded grimly. “Wider.” Even as she opened further for him, he thrust his middle finger high into her. She was extremely wet. She could tell by how easily he penetrated her. Once he was lodged high in her, he used his thumb tip and the ridge of his forefinger to apply a steady friction on her clit.

She strained against his hold on her wrists, her face going tight in pleasure. Then he pressed down and began to circle his hand subtly, stirring her into a frothing bliss. Every muscle in her body flexed tight.

“Oh, Jesus,” she moaned. “Not again.”

“Yes. Again.”

He nipped at her lower lip, and she felt his hunger. His heat. He pressed his groin tightly against her hip. “Do you feel that?” he asked, his nostrils flaring slightly. He circled his hip, grinding against her. His cock felt hard and heavy. Delicious. God, she wanted to feel him throbbing in her hand like she had last night, to have him stretch her lips wide and slide onto her tongue. She wanted him to lose control, just like he had last night, but this time, using her to find his bliss.

“Harper?”

“Yes,” she managed through clenched teeth, pulling herself from the graphic fantasy she was having about him while he rubbed her clit.

He moved his mouth next to her ear. “I’m going to make you come right now. Hard,” he emphasized grimly. More heat rushed into her cheeks at his erotic threat. She whimpered, because his hand was ruthless. She had no choice save to do exactly what he said. He came down over her face again, and she saw his white teeth flash in the darkening shadows. “And then I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy, and I’m going to love it so much. I’m going to make you believe me about how much I want you. Now, come for me,” he rasped before his mouth fastened on hers.

She fell over the edge, crying into his kiss as she exploded in climax. After her first few shudders of pleasure, he lifted his head and watched her come. He finger-fucked her for several hard, deep strokes, his palm slapping lightly at her outer sex when he penetrated her. She yelped in surprised pleasure at the taut, forceful movement. Then he plunged deep and used his entire hand to vibrate and agitate her sex.

She was at his mercy. Her body tensed in pleasure again and again. He kept manipulating her just so, demanding another tremor from her. She gave it to him, until she finally lay gasping against the cushions.

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He felt himself turning rabid as he watched her climax. Her pussy was a man’s dream come true. The hair between her thighs was curly and soft and sweet with her juices. Her channel was warm and so snug that he could feel her shudder as she came. It suddenly became his sole mandate to feel her tremble around him while he was buried deep inside her.

She whimpered softly when he withdrew his finger. He reached into his back pocket, searching for a condom. A hasty moment later, he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and off his feet. He willfully kept his eyes averted from the splendor of her lying there, naked and flushed from orgasm. She was luminous in the light of the setting sun. It didn’t do him any good to look away, though. The image of her was burned into his brain. He saw it vividly: the full, pert breasts and erect, coral pink nipples; the red-gold curls between her pale, spread thighs; her arms above her head; the arch of her spine. In his imagination, her wrists were bound together with black rope.

But no. That was for another time. He’d seen the confusion on her face when they’d talked earlier about her preference for powerful men. He suspected she was a sexual submissive, but that might have just been wishful thinking on his part.

He rolled on the condom with fingers that were still coated with her juices. Her aroma perfumed the air, the scent amplifying his hunger. He glanced up to her face and paused, his sheathed erection fisted in his hand.

She looked dazed. Lovely. She’d been watching him put on the condom and was slowly lowering her arms, her intent to touch him obvious.

“No, honey,” he rasped. “Keep them above your head. That’s right,” he murmured when she acquiesced. He scooted closer to her and put his hand on her closest hip, urging her to roll on her side. “Roll onto your side,” he instructed. “Your eyes are killing me. I can’t look at them right now. I’m about to lose it. Part your thighs,” he ordered.

He was panting now, the vision of the enticing curve of her hip and her round ass not making things any easier on him. Sweat sheened his abdomen, a product of restraining himself against pounding desire. He saw that her long hair had fallen into her face when he’d turned her onto her side, and he brushed it away from her pink cheeks. He grasped her wrists and pushed them into the pillow again. With his other hand, he fisted his cock. He hurt like hell for her. Leaning down, he kissed her soft shoulder and spoke near her ear. He saw her rib cage heaving in and out, and sensed her taut anticipation.

“If you don’t want me to hold your arms, tell me so, and I’ll let go. Either way, I’m going to have to fuck you hard. You’re so pretty, Harper.”

He heard her soft gasp. He waited, his teeth clenched together hard.

“Don’t let go.”

Arousal clawed at him at the three quietly uttered words.

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