She opened her eyes. “That was heavenly,” she whispered as the aftershocks vibrated through her.
“Glad to be of service.” The lightness of his tone was belied by the strain in his expression. Sweat beaded his brow. She felt the trembling in his arms. The throbbing of his body in hers.
“Asa?”
“Stay relaxed, Elizabeth.”
“I don’t know if I can,” but she knew she would. For him. For herself. Because she wanted his hard cock. No matter what.
“You can.” He told her, increasing the pressure. “You will.”
He crept in a bit more. The lining of her pussy pushed against him, gripping and dragging. Sensitizing.
“Why wasn’t it like this before,” she gasped as he bore down on her.
He closed his eyes and groaned as her flesh gave and he sank an inch deeper. “You’re still a virgin, darlin’.”
“But the other night…”
“I’m not one for force.”
She felt his muscles gather as he prepared to push. She caught her breath in preparation. Again the pain. Again the frustration.
“Put your arms back around my neck,” he instructed her.
She looked up at him. There was no doubt he was in agony. “Does it feel good to you?”
“That’s the hell of it, darlin’. Men like it any way it comes, whether the women are enjoying it or not.”
And he felt guilty about that. She saw it in his eyes and understood he was a giving man, but she didn’t want to be a taking woman. She wanted this thing between them to be the same as everything else. Open. Honest. She arched her breasts toward his mouth.
He bent and suckled her. By the second, his actions grew rougher, more primitive, dragging her along until he was alternately biting and sucking. She could feel the tension pounding beneath his skin, shaking his muscles, dampening his flesh with perspiration. An equally primitive reaction built in her. She felt him pulsing just inside her. It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to be something precious and worshipped. She wanted to be his.
She took the decision out of his hands. She braced her feet under her hips and arched upward, impaling herself, biting her lip against a cry.
Like glass facing the blow of a hammer, her action shattered his control. As if he couldn’t stand anymore. He growled low in his throat, sank his fingers deep into her hips and pulled. She felt him tear deep. Before she could register any pain, he’d pulled out and was surging anew. On the third thrust, she thought he’d break her in two. On the fourth, she didn’t care.
She twisted, whether to get closer or away, she didn’t know. This was too wild. Too elemental. It excited and scared her at the same time.
“Mine,” he growled as he thrust deeply into her, his hips slamming against hers, his mouth working her breasts.
“Yes.” A growl rose in her own throat.
He lifted her feet until her ankles were hooked around his hips. “Mine,” he growled again, holding himself against her as she worked to get the last inches of his hard cock inside her. She couldn’t and the frustration almost had her crying.
He took the initiative out of her hands. He slid his arms under her thighs and flipped her legs over his shoulders. He walked his hands up her side. The air was filled with the scent of their lovemaking and the spruce when she lay completely open and vulnerable to his touch. She could do nothing but receive him as he drove his cock into her pussy, grinding his hips against her clit on the downstroke, forcing her to take the last two inches, ignoring her gasps when she thought she couldn’t, sharing her exultation when she, finally, finally did. Then he, as she lay impossibly stretched beneath him trapped between heaven and hell, he caught her gaze with his. She couldn’t look away as he said, “Mine.” As if to prove it, he pulled all the way out. And in one, mind-boggling lunge, re-seated himself to the hilt.
The air left her body, her nerves screamed, and everything in her pulled up tight. With quiet, deliberate, ruthless persistence, he did it again, but this time when he growled “mine”, she confirmed it, her body jerking in helpless spasms as reality shattered and she gave herself over to his possession as her orgasm took her. As if her climax triggered his, Asa’s control snapped. His cock jerked within her, caressing her walls anew as spurt after spurt of his hot seed filled her eager pussy. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tightly while his body shuddered and emptied into hers.
For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.
* * * * *
“Who’d have thought Miss Prim Elizabeth Coyote was such a wildcat in bed?” Asa mused with deep contentment minutes or hours later.