“Affirmative. Phase one mission accomplished,” he said, teasing her for her practical question about the mechanics of what they were doing.
By that time, Alice already knew the answer, though. She could feel the head of his cock in her—full and throbbing. Her hand moved faster between her thighs. It was indescribably exciting, feeling Dylan inside such a private place.
“Are you okay?” she asked him, because she thought his face was drawn in pain.
He turned his chin, wiping some gathered sweat from his upper lip on his shoulder. “You feel extremely good,” he said, and she realized his expression came from the pain of restraint. “More importantly, are you okay?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
He nodded once and used his free hand to grasp the back of her thigh. Holding her securely with both hands, he flexed deeper. Alice groaned as he filled her more.
“Okay?” he asked, pausing.
“Yes,” she assured quickly, afraid he’d stop. Her clit sizzled beneath her rubbing fingers. Her suspended feet twitched in the air. The soles were hot. She moaned deeper as her arousal peaked. “More, Dylan. More.”
He pushed his cock into her mid-staff. Oh God, she felt so full of him. So damn horny. She flexed her hips, pressing against him, wanting more—
His hand slid from her thigh to her lower buttock. He spanked her. Twice.
“Hold still,” he ground out from between clenched teeth. She stilled in pumping her ass against his cock, but her hand moved faster between her thighs. Dylan noticed.
“Put your hand on the mattress. Now, Alice,” he said harshly. She ground her teeth together. It took a monumental effort to do what he asked, akin to willing herself to jump in an ice-cold lake. He must have noticed her rebellious expression when the back of her hand thumped against the comforter. “I’ll tell you when you can put it back.”
Then he started to flex his hips, pumping her ass gently. Alice’s mouth fell open in incredulous arousal. It felt so good; yet the intimacy was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Overwhelmed, she turned her face, pressing her cheek against the pillow. She thought he’d demand she look at him, like he often did when they were in the thick of lovemaking, but he didn’t. Instead, he just kept fucking her with short fluid strokes in the ass. Maybe he knew precisely what he was doing, because Alice found that turning away didn’t lessen the profound carnality of the experience in the slightest.
She became vaguely aware that she couldn’t stop moaning. She was so filled with him. He pumped and pressed himself into every cell of her being in those moments.
It thrilled her that she could accommodate him in this. Even though she felt so full of him, she was aware that he held back. With each thrust into her, he went slightly deeper, but he still didn’t fully penetrate her. Even though he held her firmly at thigh and shin, she began to bob her hips subtly. He felt huge inside her. Huge, and exciting, like he’d burst at any moment from the volatility of the moment.
“More,” she moaned. “More, Dylan.”
“You’ll have what I give you.”
She turned her head on the pillow to see him, compelled by the tension in his deep voice. For a moment, she just stared at him, panting, trapped by his glistening eyes as he fucked her.
“Your cheeks and lips are so pink. You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed. He smacked her buttock with his palm, and then massaged it, using his hold to firm his thrusts.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking good,” he muttered thickly, watching himself penetrate her. Then he looked at her face. It struck her full force, the monumental effort it took him not to slake his obvious lust like the savage she knew he could be. “Tonight, I’m going easy on you,” he rasped. “Another night, I might take you harder. But you’ll take it, either way. Do you understand? Because you’ll trust me.”
She just nodded, too overwhelmed to argue or question him. She wanted to beg him to take her harder now, to give him free rein. But she kn
ew he wouldn’t. It was he who held the reins, not she. He was proving a point. He was teaching her a lesson, and she had no choice but to lie there and take it.
She experienced no more pain, but the pressure was intense. It made her grit her teeth. Her moans vibrated her throat as he continued to thrust firmly, but shallowly, not allowing her to move a fraction of an inch as he plunged in and out of her.
“Do you want to touch yourself now?” he asked thickly after a moment, his thrusts inside her growing a bit faster, betraying mounting excitement.
“Yes.”
She opened her lips and exhaled in shaky ecstasy when she rubbed herself. She trembled. Her cream gathered around her fingers.
He looked so awesome to her in those tense moments, his muscles bulging and defined, strained to the breaking point on the edge of raw lust and restraint. He thrust faster with a tad more force. Alice moaned in satisfaction.
She was so hot, so ready to combust. Her body tensed.
“Oh God. It feels so—”