I’m so wet he slams home in a single push. “So fucking tight. Your pussy clings to my cock like you don’t want me to let me go. Louder, I want to hear your little whimpers louder. I love the sounds you make when I’m inside you. Harder? You want it harder. Your wish is my command.”
His hands are on my hips and he begins moving faster. Before his strokes were gentle and slow as he spoke. Now he’s unleashed, and I love the way he moves, as if he can’t get enough, and with each bone-crashing thrust it feels like he’s deeper than he was before, but it’s not enough. I’m begging for more, so close, I need more. A hand tangles in my hair and pulls me back, exposing my neck to him. The feel of his muscled chest on my back is the only warning I have before his teeth find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and sink in deep. Why it sends me crashing into an orgasm I don’t know, but it does, so hard and so fast I scream from the shock of it.
Without his arm moving below my stomach to hold me up, for his thrusts I would fall onto the mattress. He’s still pounding into me, drawing out my orgasm, making me shake from the force of it. I feel weightless and at his mercy. He’s so strong, so much bigger than me, but the fear I’ve felt for so long isn’t there. Even as he keeps moving inside me without a second of relief, his body is curled around me, and I feel safe with him. At last he moans his orgasm, and the movement of his cock shuddering inside me sends ripples of pleasure through me. He all but collapses onto the bed on his side, carrying me with him and tucking me into the curve of his body. As he slips from my body, his arm stays around me, and I feel him pull off the condom and twist to toss it in the trash. Before tonight I would have rolled away from him and fought his embrace. Now, as my eyes slide shut, exhausted, I move closer and simply allow sleep to overtake me.
Chapter Four
It doesn’t feel like I’ve been asleep long when the gentle strokes of his tongue roaming over my pussy wake me. My hands slide down and into his hair, and his fingers begin to slide inside me, opening me for him. Moving over me slowly, almost lazily, it feels like a punishment, and I can only take a few minutes before I’m pleading for him to be inside me. I might as well be talking to myself, because he keeps going as if I didn’t speak. Gasping with need, my hips rise, but a hand holds me down easily. Two fingers slide inside me, and very slowly he begins to move them in and out as he continues to lick and suck me lightly and slowly.
“Please, Trey, I want your cock, not your fingers. Please!” I beg.
He’s back to ignoring my pleas, and my fingers are digging into his shoulders, trying desperately to get his attention.
“Damn it, Kate.” He rolls off and away from me.
Shock has me frozen. He reaches for his tie and comes down on his knees at my side. Fear licks up my spine, fear and anticipation.
“You won’t behave? I’ll make you behave.”
Swallowing against the fear, I choke out, “Stop.”
He goes completely still, and his chest moves in deep swallows as he fights for control. Without looking at me, he falls back onto the edge of the bed. Sitting at the edge, his head falls into his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, Kate. It’s not I want. It’s not what gets me off.”
Seeing him looking defeated makes my throat tight all over again. The words escape in a whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Running a hand through his hair, he shakes his head, but doesn’t look at me when he speaks, “Don’t apologize. I should have asked first.”
“I’m sorry, because it excited but also scared me a little. I’ve never let anyone do that, and I only said stop because I wanted to know you would.” My admission makes me want to hide. Testing him feels wrong, but too many times in the past control wasn’t mine, and the idea of giving it up to this man is so appealing it scares me.
His head comes and his eyes meet mine. “My pleasure comes from you. You giving yourself to me freely and without reservation is what makes me hard. I should have asked you first. You say no, or it hurts, it stops immediately. This is probably the kinkiest I would ever go with you. It’s just when you touch me, I lose it and feel like I could come without being inside you. Can you promise you’ll leave your hands up and not touch me?”
I remember thinking how cold his eyes seemed from across the room. I was so wrong. His eyes feel like they could melt icebergs, they are so hot on me. Shaking my head, I hold out my wrists to him. “I can’t promise. I love the feel of your body too much. It’s okay.”
Sighing, he wraps the tie around my wrists and then secures it to the headboard. He manages to do it while hardly touching me, but his cock is growing harder and it brushes against my breasts. I move to rub against him, and he groans. I tug lightly as he moves down, and I can’t move. Knowing I’m open and at his mercy has me feeling oddly safe. I know he won’t hurt me. I know that for him, my body is to be worshiped, it’s how I feel when his eyes wander over me. I knew it the moment he looked at me in the bar. It was the reason I broke rule after rule for this man, because after all the years of watching and studying people, he was breaking every pattern. I want to give up control to him, I want him to possess me, and I welcome it.
In this he meets my expectations. He starts at my feet, his large hands gently massaging, seeming to marvel at my small foot in his hand. His kiss at my instep is a light whisper. Moving up my calves, he kneads gently, and then roughly as I moan my encouragement. Opening my thighs wide is an instinctive pleading for his attention. His eyes are on my leaking slit, yet his hands are slow as they caress my thighs, his touch unbearably light as he skims outside my thighs and up to my stomach. He settles onto his side, a hand under his head and the other torturing a breast, molding it lightly, seeming to weigh it in his hand. His touch is still light, slowly circling the areola, and he watches it grow tighter under his attention, ignoring the nipple begging for his touch.
“Trey, please.” I hate asking, knowing it won’t help, and I’m right. He ignores my pleas and moves to the other breast.
I can’t hold back a sob as he leans forward and blows on the tight nub but continues to ignore it, only circling it lightly. The clenching begins now. I’m so empty, and I want him inside me badly.
“Fuck, you smell so damn good.” His breath against my hair sends a shiver over me. “You can do it, can’t you? You can come from clenching the muscles in your pussy. That’s why you’re so damn tight. Are you going to come without me inside you? Where’s the fun in that?” Licking and teasing, he kisses lightly, then finally takes a tight nipple into his hot mouth and draws deep and hard. Then he slips two fingers inside me and pushes roughly. Not allowing me to clench, he moves fast and deep.
Cursing as I try to grasp him, I moan in need.
“No, this is for trying to get off without me. Come on my fingers now, and then I can enjoy the taste of you on my tongue at my leisure. That’s it, Kate, fuck my fingers. It’s not my cock, but I’ll fuck you soon, I promise.”
Opening my legs wider, I settle a leg over his hard thigh. Feeling muscle move beneath me in time to my thrusts on his fingers is turning me on even more. His mouth is on my other nipple now, sucking, nipping and then biting with force, and I’m spinning out of control. Then he slips another finger in and presses down and catches my G-spot, and strokes until I’m gushing everywhere. At first I’m shocked and embarrassed, until his groan of approval and his continued stroking causes it to die as quickly as it came over me. I can only take a few more minutes before my sensitive flesh pleads for relief, and when I beg for a respite, he understands and rolls me under him.
His kiss is relaxed and teasing. “Another first. You’ve never squirted before. Interesting. I think I’m getting a brazen and wanton vixen, but you have no clue, do you, Kate?”
“I thought I did, I guess there really is a difference between quantity and quality.” The honesty of it strikes me as bizarre. I’ve fucked so many men I don’t know the number, and have been with at least six women, yet none of them showed me what my body is capable of.
“Hmm, I would have thought at least the women you were with would have been able to get you there.” He seems genuinely surprised, no judgment at all. His weight is mainly at my waist; he’s holding himself on his elbows, careful not lay his full weight on me. Yet he’s doesn’t move off me, and from time to time he moves and his satisfaction is evident.
Shrugging, I consider the women I was with. “I didn’t really want to be with them. At first, it was thinking they were safer, softer than a man, only they weren’t, they were just as selfish and greedy. Then again, I was only a teenager fooling around with other teenagers. For a long time I was never with someone more than a few years older than me. The girls didn’t seem to have any more of a clue than I did. When I stopped all of it, I realized I didn’t really want to be with a woman. I can still get turned on by a beautiful woman, but I think it’s the beauty, not me actually wanting them sexually.”
“It must have been hard to know your enjoyment came only from a man you didn’t trust.” His lips brush my forehead.