She wasn’t sure she could stand another second without having him inside her. She wanted it so much, she ached. “Please, please, Sir.”
He eased the tip into her. “Once I’m inside, I’m not holding back. It’s going to be hard and rough and I’m going to fucking own you.”
She thought he’d take her then, but instead he withdrew only to tease her again by pushing just the tip in. “Oh, fuck. Please,” she begged and rocked her hips back to take him deeper.
He slapped her ass and withdrew. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip to hold back further protests. Damn, but if he wasn’t trying to kill her with anticipation, she didn’t know what he was doing.
“You feel so good.” He entered her again and went deeper. “Better than any fantasy.” He pulled out. “So fucking hot.”
He was playing her now, bouncing the tip of his cock in and out with short shallow thrusts. Never before had she felt so tightly wound, so on edge, so ready to be taken. And still he was just barely entering her. With each withdrawal, she braced for his returning thrust to fill her completely, but it never happened.
She fisted the sheets as his slight strokes continued. “Sir, please, I beg you.”
“Think you’re ready?” He pulled out and held still.
She nodded into the sheets and he slapped her ass. “Words,” he said. “Use them.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
He placed a hand on either side of her waist, holding her steady. “One solid thrust and I don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt.”
She held her breath and he pinched her right side. “Breathe.”
Obediently, she took a lungful of air, and on her exhale, finally felt him push his way in. He felt larger than what she recalled from when she had him in her mouth and she bit the sheets as he continued his possession of her. Fuck, the feel of him. She couldn’t remember ever being so completely stretched and filled.
“Oh, my god,” she panted when he stopped moving and she felt his groin against her backside.
“Damn, Sasha. The sight of my cock spreading your pussy and the way it took me in.” He rocked his hips forward, driving her into the mattress. “I have to fuck you now. Brace yourself.”
That was all the warning she got. Before she could take her next breath, he’d pulled part way out and thrust back into her in what began a relentless pounding rhythm. His seemingly unrestrained use of her drove her to climax almost immediately. Yet he continued to thrust into her, each stroke feeling deeper and harder than the one before.
“More,” he said, slipping a hand between her legs and rubbing her clit, while never breaking rhythm. “Fucking give me another one.”
Her second climax caught her off guard and when it passed, he pulled out.
“On your back. I want to watch you come this time.”
She felt out of breath, but she rolled over and saw him stroking his cock. Damn, he was a sight to behold. “Two times is rare, Sir. Three never happens.”
He pushed her legs apart and settled between them. “It’s happening tonight.” Taking his cock in hand, he lined it up with her entrance and reentered her, the length of him touching her in new ways with the change of position.
“Look at me, Sasha.” He started moving within her again. “When I take you like this, your eyes are to be on mine.”
Little by little she felt him lifting away the layers of safety she surrounded herself with for so long. He was doing it little by little in small subtle ways: a touch, a word, a look. She met his eyes and was struck by the intensity in them. Instinctively, her body began to move with his, meeting him thrust for thrust, longing to draw him deeper, wanting him to claim her completely.
“That’s it, move with me,” he said, taking her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Positioned like this there’s nothing allowed to come between us.”
He was close, she didn’t think he’d be able to hold out much longer. His breathing was coming faster and his muscles were strained. “Come with me, Sasha,” he panted. “Let me see you come.”
His hand pressed against her clit, different from what he’d done before and somehow the warmth from his skin, combined with the push and pull of his body in her and the desire in his eyes, had her body spiraling toward another climax.
“I can’t.” It was too much, she couldn’t handle it. The pleasure was too much.
“You can.” He thrust hard and rocked his hips.
Her body shook as her third orgasm swept over her. “Oh, god. Thank you.”
“Fucking beautiful,” Cole whispered and then crushed his lips to hers and gave in to his own climax. He held still, gasping in expended effort as he released into the condom. He held her for several long minutes, stroking her hair and pressing kisses to her flushed face.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving the bed only for as long as it took to dispose of the condom. She meant to crawl under the covers while he was out of bed, but just the thought of moving took more energy than she could manage and when he made it back to her, she hadn’t moved.
“Come here, little one.” He slid between the sheets and held a corner up for her. Any thought of moving to her side of the bed was banished as he slipped his arms around her and drew her close, so her back pressed against his chest.
Normally, she fell asleep after sex. She should be tired considering the last hour, not to mention the caning. But any thoughts about closing her eyes disappeared with the feel of Cole’s arms around her. Especially once his thumb started caressing her arm. Apparently, he wasn’t sleepy, either.
Then his lips brushed the back of her neck and the warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine.
She held still, not sure enough of her place at the moment to know if he’d welcome her turning around or even pressing herself back against him.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
The fantasy of being in his arms didn’t come close to the real thing. Real Cole was all hard male muscle mixed with a nearly overwhelming intensity, but with an underlying promise of safety and security. Plus there was the way Real Cole would tease, and that little smile of his . . .
She sighed, knowing she was marching down the road to heartbreak.
“Sasha?” Cole asked. “Is something wrong?”
Not caring about the potential heartbreak involved, she dipped her head and kissed his forearm. “Nothing’s wrong, Sir.”
As long as I can stay like this forever.
He shifted slightly and, judging by the size of his erection, he wasn’t sleepy at all. His lips pressed again against the nape of her neck, but this time, he lingered, nibbling slowly along her shoulder blades.
“I want you again,” he said along the top of shoulder. “Are you sore?”
His hand was already sweeping along the side of her body, lightly stroking and arousing the need their earlier joining hadn’t quite extinguished. She moaned low in her throat as his fingertips brushed between her legs and teased.
“Never too sore for you.” She shifted her legs, giving him better access.
He mumbled something she couldn’t make out and she heard a condom packet open. Then he eased himself inside her, pulling her even closer. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
He was true to his word and they moved together slowly. The earlier urgency to have each other was gone, replaced by a need to savor their connection. He set the pace and she felt every subtle move, every slight push, and every sharp intake of his breath as he pleasured her and took his own.
“Take my hands,” he said, and she entwined their
fingers.
She wanted to say something, to somehow let him know how incredible he made her feel, and how being with him was like nothing she’d ever experienced. But they were still too new and the words wouldn’t come.
Instead she squeezed his fingers and whispered in her head the thoughts she couldn’t voice.
When I’m with you, I’m healed.
Chapter Eight