"You wanna walk out?"
She shakes her head. Thank fuck. If she’d said yes, I might have let her. Or not. Good thing I don’t have to find out.
"Turn around," I order.
She instantly complies. And keeps her gaze lowered, arms at her side, her pose so yielding, I could take her right now. Hold. Slow down. Savor this moment. And the ones after. After tonight, you’re never going to touch her again. You can’t afford to touch her. Not if you want to keep your sanity intact—your focus clearly on the goals you’ve set out to achieve. I drop the pillow in front of her. "On your knees, Little Dove."
She sinks down and folds her palms over the juicy flesh at her core. Then lowers her chin so her thick luscious hair falls forward.
"Do you want to suck my cock to help you calm down?"
She nods at once, and that softening in my chest spills over to my guts. For the first time since my return, the churning in my stomach recedes.
"Tip your head back; open your mouth wide."
She does. I guide my cock between her lips, and she blinks up at me.
"Lick me off."
She swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft, and a groan rumbles up my throat. My knees threaten to give out. I slap my hand into the door; the other I slide into her hair. I tug, she arches her neck, and I slide in until I hit the back of her throat. She gags; her gaze widens. Her blue eyes are limpid pools, still clear. I could dive into them and never come out. I want to bathe in them until every single stain on my soul dissolves. Tears slide down her cheeks, leaving tracks of mascara. Saliva pools at the edges of her mouth, and I haven’t ever seen a more glorious sight. I pull back until I’m poised again on the rim of her lips. "Breathe through your nose, baby."
She draws in a breath, another, and a third. When her eyes clear, I push forward and down her throat. She gasps, the sucking sensation a vice around my shaft that threatens to draw every last drop from my balls. But not yet. Not until she’s ready for me. Absolutely. Completely drenched and wet and open for my intrusion. I pull back, then propel forward. Her entire body jerks. She grips my thighs, while she holds my gaze as I violate her mouth. Again and again and again.
"Touch yourself."
She blinks, then slowly lowers her hand between her legs. A moan swells up her throat, the vibrations traveling up my shaft to embrace my balls. I release my hold on her hair, only to wrap my fingers about her throat. I tilt my hips and sink my cock down her throat. She swallows, and I feel my dick grow thicker, constrained only by the circumference of her gullet. "Pinch your clit, Little Dove."
She does, and her eyes roll back in her head.
"Don’t stop, keep going."
Her shoulders shudder, her body jerks, and I know she’s close. I pull out of her, and when her gaze clears, I ask, "Better?"
She nods.
I haul her to her feet and push her into the wall then, holding her up with my grip around her throat, I drag the fingers of my other hand down her cleavage, her stomach, to her pussy. I slide three fingers inside of her, and she gasps. "You’re so wet, your cum is dripping down my arm."
She moans.
"Open your mouth, Little Dove."
When she does, I spit onto her tongue. "Swallow."
She does, and her eyes shine with need, and a trust that almost fells me. I place my lips on hers and breathe from her. Then, holding her gaze, I curl my fingers inside her. Instantly, she orgasms. The climax shudders up her spine. Her back arches, a whimper travels up her chest. Her blue eyes dilate, and she digs her nails into my arms.
I move my fingers in and out. Her trembling subsides, and I pull my fingers out and slide them inside her mouth. She licks my fingertips, and my balls draw up. I scoop her up in my arms and turn to stride to the bed. I place her on the mattress and crawl between her legs. Urging her to lock her ankles around my back, I fit my cock to her opening. She whines, pushes up her breasts, and I bend and lock my teeth around one of her nipples. I tug, she whimpers, and the sound sinks into my bones. "Eyes on me, Little Dove."
She raises her heavy eyelids, and I hold her gaze, then sink inside her. Her pussy clamps down on my shaft. Sensations shudder out from where we are connected. My entire body convulses. I am not even fully inside her, and I know everything is going to change forever.
I stay where I am, unable to move. Unable to comprehend why it feels like it’s not only her first time, but also mine. Why every cell in my body is open and alive and focused on making this good for her. I grit my teeth and wait… Wait as she adjusts to my size. Her chest rises and falls. She wraps her fingers around my arms that I’ve planted on either side of her head, careful to hold my weight off of her, while allowing her to feel the full impact of my cock. I pull out slightly, then thrust forward, and it's like coming home.
38
Penny
He pushes inside and a sharp pain ladders out to my extremities. I cry out, and he pauses. Sweat beads his forehead. His shoulder muscles bunch. Under my fingers, the muscles of his forearms vibrate. He’s holding himself back. His chest muscles seem to have turned into stone. The veins in his throat stand out, and the nerves at his temple pop. His jaw is so hard, I imagine he could cut a diamond with the edge. This big, strong, powerful man, who’s more wounded inside than anyone else I know, is trying not to hurt me.
Little does he know, he’s shattered every single wall I’ve tried to put up in front of him. I’m here knowing I won’t walk away unscathed. That I want him to leave his mark on me because it’s the one thing I can hold onto for the rest of my life. I know, I’ll never have him, but at least, I can savor these memories. I dig the heels of my stiletto into his back then push up. He sinks in further. A groan rumbles up his chest. I answer with a whine. Our bodies communicate with each other without words, and it’s so instinctive. So real. So everything. A tear crawls out of the corner of my eye.
He bends and licks it up. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not enough."
He freezes.
"Don’t hold back. I want you to show me how much you want me. I want you to need me as much as I have craved you. I need you to let me feel everything you’re experiencing. Open yourself up to me and let me see who you are."
If I thought he was rigid before, it’s nothing compared to how he goes completely still. He could be the trunk of a redwood, tall and strong and utterly grounded, despite the storm raging around it. Only his eyes are sharp and alert. There’s a wealth of unsaid meaning in their depths that I’m not sure I want to probe… Yet. Right now, I want to bask in being the focus of attention of this very virile male.
"You don’t know what you’re asking for," he says in a low voice. "You don’t know who I am."
"You’re Sir. You’re Knight. You’re my best friend’s brother. The man who came back from war wounded. The man who gave up any semblance of living a normal life so others could sleep in peace at night. You’re you and I want all of you. Your pain. Your hurt. Your strength. Your charisma. Your personality. Your force of will. Give me all of it."
His lips firm. His jaw tics. He glares at me with such anger, such torment, my heart flips in my chest. He’s not happy. And I so very much want to do what he wants…but on this… This, I claim. On this, I will make him bend. He must sense some of my thoughts, for his gaze narrows. He lowers his chin until his nose bumps mine.