“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you about us being together more.”
“I know. I know it is,” she whispered emphatically, reaching up to touch his mussed hair. She dragged her fingers through it, loving the sensation against her skin.
He straightened and her hand fell away from him.
“I’m not going to let you push me out because you’re afraid, Harper.”
“No. I don’t want you to.”
His face looked achingly sober and beautiful when he reached for the edge of the sheet. Slowly and deliberately, he drew it down to below her thighs. He opened his hand along her hip and caressed the side of her naked body, then her ribs and belly. Her breath stuck in her lungs at the expression on his face . . . at a touch that she could only call worshipful. He caressed her thigh and then opened his hand over her outer sex, lightly rubbing her. Warm, achy arousal flooded through her. She felt it again, that sense of being cherished.
Possessed.
“Turn over,” he directed huskily. “Stretch your arms over your head.”
She did what he asked, pressing her cheek to the pillow, her arms above her head. That increasingly familiar, full feeling had swelled in her chest. He swept her unbound hair over one shoulder, baring her completely. Pleasure unfurled inside her as he began to caress her . . .
As he silently owned her.
He traced the lines of her shoulders and her spine. He touched the back of her knees and her thighs, and cupped her buttocks gently in his palms.
“Spread your thighs,” he said, and she did, feeling the cool air tickle at her damp sex. She held her breath. When he did penetrate her with his finger, air flew out of her lungs. She lay there as he stroked her, drowning in sensual pleasure and mounting excitement. Soft moans vibrated her throat as he took her higher. Just when her body began to tense, he withdrew his finger and used both hands to part her buttocks. Her ass clenched tight at the unexpected exposure. She waited, her body subtly vibrating with arousal.
He lightly brushed a fingertip over her anus. She whimpered s
oftly.
“I want you everywhere, Harper,” he said gruffly from behind her. “I want to know you’d allow it. I need it. For me. Do you think that’s selfish?”
She couldn’t draw air. The moment felt almost unbearably intimate. He continued to spread her ass cheeks, making her entire sex, perineum, and anus tingle beneath his stare. Not for the first time with him, she experienced that potent sharp feeling of arousal at the idea of him taking control, of him finding so much pleasure and release in her body. She thought of how he always gave her so much in return . . . of how strangely safe she felt with him.
“Maybe. But then . . . I like when you’re selfish sometimes.” And your selfishness isn’t like any selfishness I’ve ever known.
He grunted softly and again ran a blunt fingertip between the crack of her ass, caressing her softly. She tensed in excited trepidation.
“Then I’m going to tie up your wrists and put a dildo in you. Get you ready. Then I’m going to use a spreader bar on you. And I’m going to have you.”
Her sex clenched tight in arousal. She wasn’t entirely sure what he’d meant, except for the certainty that he planned to penetrate her anally. But her excitement was spiked with trepidation.
“Won’t it hurt?”
He released the tension in his hold, ceasing spreading her buttocks wide but still keeping his hands on her ass, rubbing the cheeks tautly.
“You’ve never done it before?”
“No.” She’d never been interested before. With him, it would signify a deeper level of surrender, though. Of possession. That excited her. She found herself craving it, maybe even as greatly as Jacob seemed to hunger for this deeper level of intimacy and surrender with her.
His thumbs dug deep into the muscles of her ass.
“It will hurt for a moment maybe, especially with my cock. I’m going to get you ready, though. If there is pain, it will be over quickly.”
“What’s a spreader bar?”
“It’s just a metal bar that’s about two and a half feet wide. It has four restraints on it. I’m going to have you stand, and then attach the bar to your ankles. It will force you to keep your legs spread open. Then you’ll bend over, and I’ll restrain your wrists to the bar. You won’t be able to move while I have you.”
She stared at him openmouthed over her shoulder, shocked by his calm recital of the facts.
“Do you want to hurt me, Jacob?” she asked shakily.