Dax
She almost jumped outof her skin, she’d been so lost in thought and busy brushing her hair that she hadn’t heard me open the door. It took her saying my name to get my attention off her slim, athletic frame barely covered by the silk nightgown she was wearing.
My cock was already hard just by the sight of her, hell it had been at half-mast until I started working out. It finally deflated, along with my anger, when I was pummeling the sandbag until my knuckles throbbed.
Bow had been asleep before I finished her favorite book, so I’d gone downstairs to ice my knuckles and wait for Samantha to get out of the shower. I saw her sneak out in her robe, and my dick certainly noticed because he obscenely tented the front of my gym shorts when she walked by. After my shower, I went to my room long enough to throw a clean pair of shorts on and grab a condom. I didn’t even bother with a shirt because I didn’t plan to be wearing it long.
“You scared me.”
“I see that, but you can’t issue a challenge like that and think I’m not going to respond.”
She blushed to the roots of her hair. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I know, but I’m glad I did. Your ex sounds like a selfish, narcissistic asshole.” I pushed off the wall and closed the door behind me before moving farther into her room. “And I can promise you one thing—”
“What’s that?” She swallowed hard as I approached her slowly.
When I was right in front of her, I moved close enough that she was leaning her head back to look up at me. I guided her to scoot back on the bed without words. “You won’t be faking anything with me.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself.” She smirked as she laid back and let me cover her body with mine.
“Confidence can be faked, Honey. I don’t just have the equipment—I know how to operate heavy machinery.”
Her soft chuckle turned to a low moan when I captured her lips. She gave me access to the sweet recesses of her mouth and my tongue danced and mated with hers. Her hands went up to brace against my shoulder as I skimmed my hand up the short skirt of her silk nightie.
I paused and freed her mouth to give her time to back out if she wanted to. My lips trailed down the side of her neck and she sighed my name as I sucked her skin, leaving a small mark that would be gone by morning. It was my small way of marking her as mine, even if it was temporary.
Samantha’s smooth skin felt softer than the silk she wore. My cock ached to drive into her, but I meant what I said when I told her challenge accepted. If that asshole ex never gave her what she needed in bed, I was going to make damn sure that I gave her some satisfaction in this arrangement.
“This has got to go,” I whispered against her skin before I took the thin fabric in my hands and shredded it down the middle. She gasped in shock, but that shock and gasp was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure as I captured one of her stiff peaks in my mouth—flicking it with my tongue and sucking at the flesh of her breast hard enough to make her squirm.
“Oh my God.” She rolled her hips under me, and I wedged my knee between her thighs. My knee pushed against the silky barely there panties that covered her mound.
“Fuck,” I groaned, grinding my knee against the apex of her thighs as I worked my way back up to her mouth for another kiss. “I can feel your wetness through the fabric.”
“Please hurry,” she begged as she wiggled against my knee, trying to move the pressure where she needed it most.
I chuckled and placed a light kiss on her chin, my lips hovering over hers. “You can’t rush greatness, Honey. The hotter you burn, the higher you fly.”
I claimed her lips again, settling my weight on top of her. My cock strained behind my shorts, but I wanted to overwhelm her. I wanted her to feel it all. The buildup before the explosion. If she changed her mind tomorrow and said she couldn’t keep her body and emotions separate, then I wanted to make sure her body remembered me.
My cloth covered cock rested against the wet slip of fabric between her thighs. When I twined my fingers with hers and tried to move her hands above her head, the straps of the nightie stopped me.
“Fuck.” I sat up on my knees, pulling her gently with me into a sitting position and took the fabric from her shoulders. I’d have ripped it, but I didn’t want the silk in the way. I didn’t want anything keeping me from her body.
“Serves you right for ripping it,” she teased, but she had no idea she just taunted a part of me that I’ve been exploring periodically since I moved here.
“I regret nothing, Honey, but you may.”
Her smile slipped a little when I took the silk and spun it into a tight rope of fabric and twined it around her wrists, binding them together. “Dax?” she asked quietly, unsure of herself.
“Trust me.” ‘Trust me’. I was a hypocrite for asking her to give me that trust, especially since I didn’t trust anyone anymore, not even her. I asked for her trust, and she gave it to me as I pushed her bound hands above her head. “Don’t move them.”
I kissed her again, distracting her from the nervousness I saw dancing in her eyes. My fingers traced over the slope of her breast and down around her areola. I lightly pinched and tugged on her nipple, and her body responded violently. Her hips bucked as if I’d plucked her clit instead of the tip of her breast.
“Mmm, you like a little pain with your pleasure.” I slid my hand down her flat belly and into the thin silk of her panties. Her body was molten and hot. She was so slick with arousal it made me thirsty to taste her.
“What are you doing to me?” She groaned softly, bringing her hands down subconsciously.