“I’m so okay.”
“Thank God,” he said, holding her hips and moving slow, seeming to stimulate every molecule in her body at once. “Now it’s my turn to be tortured. Because damn, mama, the way you look right now … my cock deep inside you, your skin red with my marks, I’m fighting not to lose it and fuck you through this bed. You’re like goddamned heaven.”
“You don’t have to be easy with me.”
“Baby, don’t tempt me.” His voice seemed to be coming through clenched teeth.
She peeked back over her shoulder at him, finding him the picture of restrained violence. His jaw was tight and sweat glistened along his temples, but the sheer pleasure on his face was something to behold. A rush of pure, wicked need to let him off that leash filled her. She wanted him unhinged. His eyes met hers and she rocked her hips back against him. “Take what you need, Pike. I have a safe word.”
He closed his eyes and his grip tightened on her hips. But then he inhaled a deep breath, a dragon preparing to breathe fire, and opened his eyes. He put a hand to her back. “Flat on your stomach, trap the vibrator between you and the bed.”
She let him push her down to the bed, and she positioned the vibrator where she needed. Then his weight was on her, pinning her fully and completely, his cock deep in her ass.
He pressed his palm along the side of her head, pinning her to the mattress, and pumping into her in long, powerful strokes. “You’re mine, Oakley.”
“Yes,” she rasped out, her release rushing toward her.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Pike.” The words sounded like they came from someone else, her brain not keeping up with her body’s overwhelming responses. Something about the position was sending her to a mental place she hadn’t been before, one where her mind didn’t fight anything. One where she just existed and enjoyed. Surrendered.
To him.
To Pike.
Pike braced his elbows at her side and dipped down to kiss her neck, his hips pumping furiously now. “Yes, baby. You’re mine. All mine. Come for me.”
He sank his teeth into the meat of her shoulder and fucked into her harder than she would’ve ever expected she could take. The motion jostled the vibrator hard against her clit and everything sparked inside her. She turned her face into the mattress, anticipating the size and scope of what was about to happen. And then everything went bright and brilliant behind her eyes.
She screamed. Real-deal screamed into the mattress, her body and reactions no longer in her control. Her fingers scrabbled at the covers as the orgasm took her over and yanked her under, drowning her with sensation and not letting her up for air. Pike grunted, dark and frantic behind her, fucking into her now with carnal abandon.
But she barely heard it over the noises she was making, her throat scraping raw with the primal, gut-deep sounds. The release seemed to go on and on without end, the power of it rattling her to the core and the vibrator not giving her a break in between.
And Pike, as if sensing she wasn’t close to done, kept going, holding back his own release and driving her higher and higher.
Another wave of pleasure loomed within her and she worried, actually worried, that she couldn’t take it. “James!”
“Let it have you, mama,” he said, his words strained. “Give me one more.”
And just like that, her body obeyed, making her go incoherent and nearly soundless as she gasped through the force of it.
Pike let loose a long sound of pleasure then, his body slick against hers as he flattened her fully onto the bed and shuddered through his own release.
She was boneless by then, boneless and sated and spinning.
Pike melted against her, careful to keep his full weight off of her, but burying his face in her neck and laying kisses there. “Good God.”
“Mmph,” she murmured in agreement.
“You all right?”
“Ask me tomorrow.” Her voice was hoarse as the words moved past her raw throat.
He chuckled, the bounce of his body against hers making her shiver since he was still inside her. He reached between them, apparently grabbing the condom, and eased out of her. He planted another kiss between her shoulder blades. “I’ll go run a bath for you.”
“I can do that.”
“Hush, woman. You can barely move. Let me take care of you, so I can feel manly and important.”