Chapter 7
Simon dropped her gently on the bed. She rolled and popped open the drawer on the bedside table, jerking out his restraints and handing them to him. “Tie me. I don’t mind.”
Please. Tie me and fuck me before I die of longing.
She was panting, both her mind and body out of control. If she didn’t have his muscular, hot body possessing hers within moments, she was going to scream.
He looked at her with confusion. “You want me to tie you up?”
“I want you. Tie me up. Tie me down. Whatever you want. It’s hot. You’re hot. I just want you to fuck me. However you’re comfortable with it.”
Oh God, I’m babbling. He’s making me crazy.
“Sweetheart, the possessive caveman in me would love nothing more than to have you at my mercy and make you come until you scream, but I don’t need to tie you up.” He took the restraints from her hands and dumped them beside the bed. “But now that I know it makes you hot, I’ll do it another time. Right now, I just need to watch you come, make love to you until neither of us can move.”
Every light was on. They hadn’t shut them off earlier. The expression on his face was fierce, tender, and strangely peaceful. She took a deep breath, her whole body quivering, her pussy saturated, ready for him. She became intoxicated as he stretched himself over her, the silk of his new boxers sliding along the tender folds between her thighs. She opened for him, moaning as his rock-hard erection pressed firmly against her mound, stimulating her already-sensitive clit.
She clutched him to her, almost afraid that he would escape, needing some sort of reassurance that he was real, that he was hers. She had never, ever been a possessive or obsessive woman, but Simon was so incredible, so completely amazing, that it seemed almost impossible that he really existed, that he was truly hers. Sometimes he almost seemed like a dream, a lovely dream that took her existence from ordinary to extraordinary.
“Relax, baby,” Simon whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
Relaxing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, trying to control her feral instinct to bind him to her, protect herself from ever having to live without him. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m feeling desperate.” She hadn’t meant to say it; it sounded pathetic, but it was true. Her emotions were on overload and her body was clamoring for more.
He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck. “No more desperate than I am. Every time I hear your voice, see you, talk to you, I want to get closer. Hell, all I have to do is think about you.” Lightly, his tongue licked her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. “I want inside of you. I want us to be fused so tightly that you can never get away.”
Yes. Yes. That’s how she felt.
His mouth came down on hers-no more teasing, no more seduction. He invaded, pillaged, ravished with his lips and tongue, and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. She moaned as he sated a small portion of her desire for cohesion, her hips automatically lifting, wanting other body parts to merge, needing some relief from her hyper-aroused state.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. “Fuck! You’re sweet. So sweet and so damn hot!” Pulling her arms from around his neck, he gripped her wrists and imprisoned them at her side, sliding slowly down her body.
She squirmed, pulling at her wrists that were held tightly, one on each side of her waist. He licked and kissed his way down her chest until he reached her breasts, making her want to scream with frustrated desire.
He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. His teeth abraded a sensitive nipple, pulling the tip into his scorching mouth, using both his teeth and his tongue.
Pleasure and pain.
“Simon. Oh, God. Please.” Her head thrashed as he switched to the other nipple, torturing her, arousing her until she could barely draw breath.
He kept up his erotic assault on her breasts, laving, gently biting, switching from one to the other while he kept her hands clamped firmly at her side. The feeling of being at his tender mercy was maddening, intoxicating, breathtaking.
His mouth dipped lower, moving in circles over her belly, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Finally, he let go of her wrists, using his hands to spread her legs wide as he moved between her thighs. “You smell so sweet. Like aroused woman. My woman. Mine to satisfy. My honey to lick up.” He growled, taking deep breaths, the hot exhalations caressing the tender folds of her pussy.
Her body nearly exploded just from his possessive, completely aroused, masculine snarl. “Yes, Simon. Please. I need you. I need to come.”
“I need to make you come. Satisfy my woman.”
He pushed her legs up, bending her knees, opening her for his hungry mouth.
His attack was immediate and totally carnal. Mouth devouring, tongue penetrating, he claimed her pussy with an intensity that made her cry out his name as her body quivered.
He breached the tender folds, delving deep, licking up her cream with a sensual abandon that left her breathless and whimpering. His tongue found and attacked her swollen clit with mindless focus.
Kara speared her hands into his hair, oblivious of anything other than the total ecstasy her body was experiencing from his primal, animalistic mission. He was going to make her climax. Hard.
He laved the tiny bud over and over. Faster and faster. Again and again.
Her body shaking, she fisted his hair, pulling his mouth tightly against the pulsating flesh of her pussy.
Her body wound tightly, her nerve endings sizzling with heat, she detonated with a force so powerful that her back arched and she tried to pull away from his relentless mouth, the pleasure too sharp, too vehement.
Gripping her hips, he held her tightly, making her ride the waves of the volatile pleasure as she screamed his name. He didn’t stop until the last spasm subsided, leaving her as limp as a wet dishrag.
Still gasping for breath as he crawled up her body and lay at her side, she rolled into his body and threw her arm over his massive chest, burying her head against his shoulder.
“Feel better?” his voice was raspy, but laced with amusement.
She batted his shoulder weakly. “Were you trying to kill me?”
“Only with pleasure, baby,” he whispered, his voice heated.
“Well, then you were successful.” She ran her hand down his chest, tracing his scars, wondering why a man as wonderful as this one had suffered such pain. Sometimes life just wasn’t fair.
Her hand trailed down his abdomen, tracing every toned muscle. He was sculpted like a Greek statue. And had a cock much bigger than those depicted in any of those marble nudes. “You’re so gorgeous,” she whispered in awe as she followed the silky trail of hair from his navel downward.
“I’m starting to think we need to take you to an eye doctor,” he rumbled, his voice graveled, but adoring.
“My eyesight is perfect and so is my perception. You’re so strong. Handsome.” Her fingers curled around his engorged cock. “And big.”
He sucked in an audible breath as she dipped her hand into his boxers and swiped her fingertip over the head of his cock, spreading the moisture of a drop of pre-cum over the silken tip, rubbing it gently, slowly.
“Fuck! I love feeling your hands on me. It’s the best damn feeling in the world.”
Gripping his shaft a little tighter, she started to move it sensually, provocatively. This was something that Simon had always missed because he couldn’t let a woman have her hands free during sex. Until now. Simon would never be tame, but the fact that he felt comfortable with her touch, that he actually wanted it, humbled her. After all he had been through, he trusted her.
He groaned, a tortured sound between pleasure and torment. His larger hand covered hers. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me senseless.” He stripped his new, already much-loved favorite underwear off, letting them drop to the floor.
Her head jerked up to look at his face as his arms came around her, lifted her over him. “Are you sure?” She wanted nothing more at that moment than to take that mammoth cock into her body and watch him take his pleasure under her. But she was trembling at the thought, terrified of making him live through another bad memory.
“Yeah. I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch your face as you come from riding my cock,” he answered, his expression dark and desperate.
Straddling his hips, she hesitated, her heart racing. Could he do this? He didn’t have to. “You don’t need to prove anything to me. We don’t have to do this.”
“Take me inside you, sweetheart. I need you,” he grunted, his voice husky with desire.
I need you.
Those three little words had her lifting up, grasping his engorged cock and placing the head at the opening of her slick channel. Need surged through her, an elemental, pure desire to feel him fill her, have him moving inside her, as deeply as she could take him. Her hands on his chest, she maneuvered up and down, taking him slowly, getting used to the angle. She lowered again, taking most of the shaft as his hips lunged up, trying to go deeper.
Big, strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her down to meet him as he surged up, their skin slapping together sharply as she finally had him deeply imbedded inside her, filling her completely. He stretched her, opened her, held her hips tightly as they completely joined, his cock buried to the root.
“Christ! You feel so good. So tight and hot.” His voice was wild, feral.
She watched his face, looking for any sign that the position was troubling for him. There was nothing but pleasure. His liquid chocolate eyes met and held hers fast. His hands guided her strokes, his hips moving up with powerful thrusts.
Their eyes stayed locked and a tear trickled down her cheek as she saw no sign of fear in him, no doubt of who he was fucking.
“Only you, Kara. It’s only ever been you,” he told her, his chest heaving. “You look so beautiful. Let go. Ride me. Come for me.”
She let her eyes flutter closed as he pummeled her, holding her hips in his strong hands. Her head fell back as she let herself be consumed by the pounding strokes of his cock, the friction of his furious thrusts, the feel of him owning her again and again.
Her breasts bounced with his powerful entries. She lifted her hands and cupped them, pinching them lightly.
“Yeah. Take what you want, sweetheart. Whatever you need.” He panted heavily as his strokes became deeper, harder.
Her fingers plucked at her nipples as his grip on her hips got tighter, more demanding. She rode him hard, grinding, taking him so deep that she shuddered.
Throwing her head back, she imploded. The muscles in the walls of her channel clenched and released, repeatedly squeezing the cock invading her. As her body quivered, she felt his body tense beneath hers.
She watched, their eyes meeting, as he came.
He was hot and wild, masculine and perfect. The low, reverberating sound that ripped from his throat was the most beautiful sound she had ever imagined.
A hot, explosive stream emptied into her womb and they both collapsed. She could feel his body trembling as her body crumpled, covering him like a blanket. “I love you,” she murmured with a sigh against his chest.
His arms came around her, holding her tightly against his body. They were both sweaty and spent, but she felt so complete, so content.
It took a while for her breathing to return to normal and her racing heart to quiet. She started to crawl off Simon’s body, to move to his side, but he wouldn’t let her. He grunted and pulled her back over him. “Stay.”
It should have pissed her off that he was giving her a dog obedience order, but the way that he said it, with such longing in his voice, made her smile. She was also so sated that she could barely move.
She snuggled her head back onto his shoulder, determined to get up the energy to move shortly or she would end up crushing the poor guy.
His breathing became deep and even, his arms still locked around her, but relaxed.
He’s sleeping. We just had sex in his nightmare position. And he’s sleeping with me on top of him.
Her heart flipped and a bone-deep ache penetrated her body. He trusted her so much that he could be at ease when he felt most vulnerable. She turned her head and kissed him lightly, her heart overflowing with love for this man.
This man who put her needs first.
This man who trusted her.
This man who would go to any lengths to please her.
This man she loved.
She’d always treasure his trust, nurture it as though it were precious. Which it was.
Exhaustion made her eyes close, her body relax.
Really, you need to roll off Simon. It can’t be a comfortable way to sleep.
Her breathing became deeper, matching the same rhythm as the man beneath her.
They woke the next morning in the same position, completely rested and comfortable.