Slow, hard and steady.
The man was literally a machine.
I tossed my head back and forth as I peaked again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd crested the wave and then shattered. I’d felt myself break open, again and again. But it wasn't frightening.
Every single time I shattered, he was right there, holding me, helping to put me back together again.
I was different than I'd been an hour ago. A new version of myself. I could feel the change. Inside and out. I wasn’t a girl anymore. I was a woman. And I had a woman’s power. I knew he had altered me, right down to my bones. The way he touched me was tender, and hot, and possessive, all at once.
I watched him as he rode me. His handsome face was dark with passion, more open somehow, even though his expression was serious. He closed his eyes, straining to keep control. I had that power over him.
Little. Old. Me.
He did like the way I looked, after all. He liked everything about me. He told me so again and again as he took me. Twisted me. Turned me inside out and put me right again.
I lifted my hips to meet him like he showed me.
I wanted him to show me everything.
"I want to taste you like you tasted me."
He froze above me, staring down at me in shock. I took a breath and waited. He looked even more intense than he had a moment before.
"Christ,” Clint roared and started bucking like a wild bronco. "Oh Phoenyx– oh lord!"
He plunged into me wild and fast now. I held on for dear life. That's when I felt it. There were new sensations now. And I thought I'd felt everything.
Clint was growing inside me. I gasped, wondering how the hell that monster in his pants could get any bigger. Tingles spread through me as his body spoke to mine in an ancient language.
I realized I was going to come again. Harder than before.
And so was he.
He shouted as his back arched, his hips pinning me to the ground. I felt him pulsing inside me and something primal rose up in me to answer. I felt my body clench down on him, hard, pulling him deeper inside me.
"Phoenyx!"
He thrust into me a few more times, grunting like an animal. He slowed down then, but didn't stop completely until I was done shaking. I was quivering the tiniest bit when he finally went still, softly kissing my lips.
It was a while before he pulled himself free, gripping the base of the condom and rolling away from me. He didn't leave me alone though. He slid an arm around me while we caught our breath. We lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.
"Clint?"
He pulled me closer, planting a kiss on the top of my head. I snuggled against his chest, letting my finger trace the long line of hair that disappeared into the top of his unbuttoned jeans.
"Yes, honey?"
"I didn't realize you were so religious."
"What do you mean?"
"You kept saying 'sweet Jesus'."
He let out a sharp bark of laughter.
"Only around you, darlin'. You made me see the light."
Chapter Seventeen
Clint
"I can do that!"
I shook my head sternly. I was back in teacher mode. I didn't mind admitting she'd shown me things I'd never experienced, either, once In finally gave in. Once we started rolling around together. But I was still the one who needed to look after her.
Phee might be tough in the ring, but right now I was treating her like a delicate rose. A delicate, recently de-flowered rose, so to speak.
"Let me tend to you, darlin'."
I pressed a washcloth to her sweet little pussy, watching her face. She didn't flinch, which was a good sign. I wanted to have her again, and soon.
But I was afraid to hurt her.
Speaking of which…
"Roll over for me, honey."
She smiled sleepily and did as I said. Damn if that didn't warm my heart. She was being such a good girl.
I whistled when I saw her pert little tush. She was so gorgeous from top to bottom. I knew, because I'd already spent ten minutes tickling her toes.
I gave her red little cheeks a kiss. They were still marked from my spanking earlier in the day. Then I pulled her naked body against me. I was still in my jeans. Although we had finally made it to the bed. I would take them off soon, but I had a half a package of rubbers in there, and I wanted them close at hand.
Besides, there hadn't been time to take them the whole way off before.
"Are you sore, sweetheart?"
She glared at me, her hair tousled in long waves over her shoulders. She looked like a fallen angel.
My fallen angel.
"You didn't spank me that hard!" she insisted, rolling over to give me a hoity toity look.