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‘So in control.’ I’m sliding towards oblivion again—so fast.
‘Rational right to the end,’ he insists with mock seriousness as he teases me even more.
‘Stop congratulating yourself on your genius and put it on.’
‘Right. Ms Impatience.’
‘Of course I’m impatient.’ I lean against him. ‘We’re hanging by a thread and who knows how long we have...?’
He laughs but it morphs into a groan. ‘Quite.’
He lifts me to my feet, moving me only slightly away from him, and delves beneath my hemline again to slide my panties down and off. He doesn’t bother taking off my dress. There isn’t time. He balances me with one hand while hurriedly unfastening his trousers, lifting his hips enough to bare his thighs and free his straining erection. Then he pulls me back onto his lap with strength that awes me. This time I’m fully facing him, my legs straddle him. Even though I’m basically still dressed, I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been in my life.
He kisses me, unfastening the first few buttons of my dress with deft skill, pushing it so he can access what he wants—my tight, turned-on breasts. He traces hot kisses down the side of my neck and teases my nipples with his fingertips before fastening his mouth on one and feasting. I almost howl. I can feel the pressure of him at the apex of my thighs and all I can do is rock some more and moan. His hands work fast between us now. I hear the sound of the wrapper tearing, the hiss of breath as he rolls the protection down his erection. Am I really going to do this? Hell yes.
Nothing’s ever felt like this. I don’t think I’ll feel anything like this again. My hunger just sharpens.
He pauses. ‘Are you sure?’
I’ve never been more sure of anything. The wind whips outside and every so often lightning cracks but I don’t care. I’m no longer scared. Impatient, I push forward, pressing onto him. But something isn’t quite right and the sudden pain is intense. I freeze.
‘Sweetheart?’
I chose not to tell him. I figured it doesn’t matter. It’s my business. But now I can’t speak. I’m overwhelmed and all I want is for him to help me.
‘You’re so tight,’ he mutters between clenched teeth. ‘Has it been a while, darling?’
‘Y-yes.’ A half-truth isn’t a lie, right?
I don’t want him to stop. But right now I’m frozen because I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to get through this. It’s a searing, tearing sensation.
‘Let me help,’ he grits.
‘Yes, please.’ I need it—him.
He pulls out. I whimper because that’s not what I wanted at all. But he kisses me and he’s so tender with my mouth. His fingers are tender too. Slow and teasing and he sweeps me back into that heat. I melt again and soften. He strokes, not just one finger inside me, but two, then three—pumping me, priming me with slow deliberation. It’s so much and so good I almost come again. That’s when he slides his fingers from me. I hiss in frustration.
‘You’re ready for me now,’ he says, voice low.
‘Yes...’ I roll my hips.
He grips them hard and holds me still. I feel his broad blunt tip and heat surges within me. I slide as he thrusts so we collide and merge. I moan helplessly but this time the strangeness of the sensation is surpassed by surging pleasure. Pain hits then disappears as his guttural groan makes me slicker and I take more of him still. The sliding friction is easier—and exquisite. I take him to the hilt, feeling suddenly powerful, and squirm closer still.
Neither of us are quiet now. The sighs are from me. The grunts from him as he leads me into a rhythm that’s intense and undeniable. My mind, my body, close around him.
‘Dain,’ I moan into the hot crook of his neck as I curl around him.
‘Now you’re there, darling,’ he murmurs approvingly, cradling me closer. ‘You did it, you’ve got me.’
‘Yes.’ I want him. So much.
He’s big and he’s strong and the dragging sensation as he moves inside me is mind-blowingly delicious. What began as an amusement—as funny and tender and little more than a tease—has become something far more intense. There was another thread beneath that lightness—a ribbon of deeper desire that’s now pulled free. We move together. He smothers me with kisses. It’s as if he’s wanted to do this for all eternity and now he has the chance, he’s consuming me.
‘Oh, gorgeous,’ he breathes against my neck over and over and over as I sway like a blossom in his hold. ‘You’re just gorgeous.’
I melt in the heat of his approval. My eyes water again for a totally different reason. This is nothing like I’ve ever dreamed. It’s better. Hell, maybe I’m already dead and I’m in heaven because this is the best feeling in the world.
‘I can’t last much...’ His voice is ragged and he’s struggling for coherence and it’s all the sweeter, hotter, dirtier.
