‘I’m so hard for you.’ My voice is thick with it.
‘Then take me, Raf...’ She holds my gaze in the mirror. ‘Now. Fuck me hard.’
Cazzo. I grit my teeth against the intense wave of pleasure that runs through my body. It’s like she’s had an awakening. I see the determination in her face, the lust, the carnal wants taking over and merging with mine.
I hiss in a breath and roughly grasp her bikini top, tugging her back for a tongue-sinking kiss.
‘Now lean forward,’ I rasp out. She edges forward, too tentative as she tries to keep her balance with her arms all bound. ‘More.’
I pull on the binding to show her with the action that I’ve got her. ‘More.’
Her arse nudges me back as she does as I ask, bending until I stop her with my grip on her bonds. I grip my cock and shift my body lower until I meet with her tight, wet heat, and in one thrust I bury myself inside her. My growl is drowned out by her cry, her pleasure ringing through the room, through me. I grip the binding tighter, riding her deeper, harder, just as she demanded.
Our eyes lock in the mirror. Her breasts strain against the binding that tightens with my grip, her entire body rocking with every thrust, her skin pink with her orgasm. It’s too much, all too much. My thrusts turn jagged. The sensation, her surrender, my power over her that feels as if it’s really her power over me...
And suddenly I’m coming, so fucking hard my cry is guttural, my body shaken to the core. So shaken I can’t dwell on it and I overr
ide it with more. More passion, more lust. As the pleasure tries to relax my limbs, I tug her back and pull out as I turn her, forcing her back up against the wall. I drop to my knees, my mouth on her pussy, my tongue flicking at her clit, and she’s moaning, her head falling forward to look me in the eye, her body trembling, her legs quaking.
‘Raf... Raf... I can’t, not so soon.’
Want to bet?
She’s panting above me and I see what she isn’t even aware of yet: her climax building. I chuckle low in my throat as I keep tasting her. I can never get enough. I can’t. I blame the abstinence, the forced avoidance over the last forty-eight hours. It makes every sensation more acute now, the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her.
Carnal, salacious, wanton.
And then she’s bucking off the wall, her cry intense as I hold her steady and let her orgasm take over. She’s so perfect and she has no idea. I stay there until she calms, stay until I think I can look her in the eye and act as if all is okay.
I press a kiss to her curls, her stomach, between her breasts. I reach her lips and cup her face.
‘Now I will release you.’ I smile into her eyes, fighting the surge of warmth that seems to swell around my heart.
‘That was...’ She laughs softly. ‘There are no words.’
I grin, praying it masks the strength of feeling I can’t get a grip on. ‘Glad I can be of service. As for this...’ I eye the bikini top. ‘I have no idea how to get this off, not in one piece.’
‘I’ve already torn it somewhere.’
‘True.’
‘So, you could just tear it off me.’
I try to laugh with her, but inside my gut is rolling, my heart is racing and I’m losing it, my trusty control. I grip the fabric in my hands and tear it apart, feeling a similar sensation deep inside. It takes away my ability to breathe, to think. I focus on peeling the top from her body and see the red lines marring her skin the more I unwrap. My gut rolls anew.
‘Did I hurt you?’
‘No!’ she rushes out, her hands palming my chest, her eyes earnest, so earnest. ‘Are you crazy? That has to be up there with one of the best experiences of my life!’
Her compliment should make me happy. It should provoke my ego or spur a cocky response. Instead I trace the lines with my fingers. ‘Are you sure?’
She laughs softly, her hands lifting to my hair. ‘Do I look hurt?’
I swallow and force my eyes to hers. One second passes, two. There’s so much I want to say, so much I can’t, so much I don’t understand.
‘No.’
Not yet, adds my inner conscience, and Dani’s words are quick on their tail: You will break her heart. You won’t mean to, but...