I pulled away. “Not yet, baby. Wait. Can you do that for me?”
“Uh!” she whimpered in protest, her thighs quivering.
“It’s hard, I know.” I trailed my hand along her leg. “But I’ll make it worth it for you.”
I’d intended to do more, play longer, but I’d had it. Pushing her to the limit had taken me to mine. We had the rest of the night and tomorrow for more, more delays, more testing limits. Right now, I needed to take her. I needed to sink into her deep and feel her come on my cock.
I took off my jeans and rolled on a condom in seconds flat. She cried out at the sounds, knowing what I was doing, needing what was to come. I brought my hands to her thighs and gripped her, spreading her.
“You taste so good. But I need more. Are you going to take me in?”
“Yes,” she cried out, her voice wrenched from deep in her throat.
“Are you thinking about it? How good it’s going to feel?”
“Yes!” My cock twitched at the intense need in her voice.
“You’re going to feel every inch of me. Tied down, blindfolded, you’re going to be aware of every thrust.” She moaned, tossing her head to the side, straining at her ties. “Are you ready?” I was a bastard, teasing her like this, especially when I needed her just as much if not more so than she needed me. But I had her bound and panting, so close to begging, lying right before me. How could a man turn that down?
“Are you going to beg me for it?” I asked.
“Yes, Ash, please.” She panted, eager, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“What do you want?” I shifted closer, my cock now positioned just inches away from her dripping hole.
“Your cock!” she cried out, desperate. “Please, I need your cock!”
Digging my hands under her ass, I brought her sex up exactly where I wanted her. Then I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed, spread her, eased my thick crown into her quivering, drenched pussy. Then I stopped. She groaned in need.
“Do you feel how wide I spread you?” I pushed my cock in farther, still just the tip. “I’m big, Ana. And you’re so tight.”
“Ash,” she groaned, writing in frustration but unable to do anything about it. Without her hands bound, I knew she’d sink them into my hips and thrust herself up, impaling herself on my cock. But as it was, she couldn’t move. She had to wait for me to take charge.
“You’re so slick, baby.” I started to move, just my crown, in and out, a few inches in and out. “So good. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
I meant to sink in bit by bit, but I couldn’t resist. So slick, so hot, her pussy squeezing around me, I sank all the way in to the hilt.
“Uh!” she cried out, her mouth open, her fingers clawing at the bedposts as I stuffed her, filling her completely.
“That’s it. Take me in.” I started to move, pulling out, thrusting back in. God, she felt so good. “Do you feel every inch of my cock in?”
“Oh yes, yes!” She moaned and took me in as I sank into her again and again. I grabbed her ass and pushed her into me, spread her thighs even wider with my thick, muscular legs.
“Take it.” I growled, picking up the pace, fucking her hard now, the slick sounds of us grinding together mingling with our groans and pants.
“You want to come, baby?” I wouldn’t last long. I could tell. I needed her too much, and she felt too good, spread open for me like that.
“Yes.” The word tore out of her mouth, broken, hoarse.
“Oh, so good.” I praised her, fucking her, sinking into her again and again. I could feel my balls tense, the come in me ready to shoot out. “Now, Ana! Now! Come on my cock!”
“Ah!” she screamed loud, as loud as a woman snowed in in a remote mountain cabin could. No fear of getting caught, all inhibitions gone, she screamed and came and screamed some more, her orgasm cresting and cresting again as she quivered and shuddered. The squeeze of her pussy and sounds of her ecstasy sent me over the edge as well and I came like a fucking firehose, pumping into her again and again. Knowing we had nothing but this in our plans for hours, even days to come.
CHAPTER 4
Ana
Gently, Ash untied my restraints. I almost felt as if I were floating on the bed, removed from the scene. It had felt so intense to be bound by him, surrendering myself completely. It thrilled me in a way nothing else ever had. I’d always been so disengaged during sex, making my grocery shopping list or thinking over to-dos. With Ash, it had always been intense. And then when he’d tied me down and blocked my ability to see, my entire world had exploded.
I’d felt every touch, every shiver so deeply, so raw. He gave me the freedom to let myself go, let him take the reins. I trusted him completely. That probably didn’t make sense, I recognized that as well. I hadn’t known him that long and he was, after all, a notorious Lothario. But with me, he’d always been a gentleman. Solicitous to my needs, caring for me. I didn’t hold him responsible for what had happened at that crazy after-party on New Year’s Eve. Sad to say, I’m sure he was right, that kind of thing happened all the time.
Ash gathered me in his arms, holding me against his bare chest with tender care. I wrapped my hands around his neck and rested my head on his broad shoulder. Every way he touched me felt so good, from teasing to rough to strong and secure.
He carried me into the master bathroom. “Can you stand?” he asked, easing me down out of his arms.
I nodded, still leaning against him as I found my feet. I still felt disembodied but somehow lighter than air. And so glowing and relaxed, as if all that tension had crested in a huge tidal wave, leaving a smooth, glassy surface in its wake.
Ash turned on the showerhead, letting steam fill the large, glass-enclosed shower.
“Let me wash you.” He took my hand and led me in. “Let me take care of you, Ana.” He took a washcloth and some bath gel and slowly began working his way along my skin, starting with my shoulders.
“Did anything hurt, while you were tied up?”
I shook my head and murmured, “No.” I supposed I could feel embarrassed at the reference to what I’d let him do to me, but I didn’t. I felt completely at ease, letting Ash massage me. He
brought his hand to my wrists and slowly worked me, stroking where I’d been bound. He had tied me tight, but hadn’t left any marks on my skin.
“Thank you for giving yourself to me,” he whispered. I smiled, too relaxed to say anything in response. My whole body felt so good. “I’m going to take good care of you, Anika.” He worked the washcloth along my stomach, around my breasts, down along my legs.
That familiar ache and pull, the warmth in my core that Ash seemed to spark with the slightest touch, it all began again, even though moments ago I’d had the most intense orgasm of my life. He stood behind me and drew me to him, my back against his chest. With slow, soft strokes, he parted my thighs and brought the warm, wet washcloth to my sex. I rested my head back against his shoulder, giving myself to him.
He cupped my breast and slowly stroked it in the steam of the shower. I closed my eyes, a relaxed purr in my throat.
“Ana, I want you to listen to what I say.” He spoke in a low, hypnotic voice, his words and his hands mesmerizing me. “You may not be bound anymore. But you’re mine.” As he said mine, he grasped me, clutching my breast, cupping my sex. Feeling so claimed, possessed, I moaned and leaned against him. “Mine,” he repeated, back to stroking, loving me. “You’ve given yourself to me. Submitted to me. Do you like how that feels?”
“Oh yes.” I exhaled as I said it, sighing into his hands. I almost felt as if I were half-dreaming, surrounded by the snow outside and the steam within, his nearness, his voice creating an alternate reality for us alone.
Against my lower back, I could feel his arousal. His rock-hard shaft pressing into me. I couldn’t believe how huge he was, how deep it felt when he fucked me. I pressed my ass back against him, wanting to feel his masculinity. Together, we fit so well.
In a shower like this, together, it reminded me of what we’d done in Paris. When I’d kneeled down and taken him in my mouth. That had nearly driven me as wild as it had driven him. I wanted to do it again.
Slowly, feeling sneaky, I moved a roaming hand back to his thigh, his hip, back and up, seeking his length. I wanted to wrap my hand around him, feel his strength. Give him pleasure.