“DO YOU THINK this screams dominatrix?” I ask Delphine, looking at her over by the stool in the Victoria's Secret dressing room.
Once my live-streaming event with Lenic went on air, I received a flood of comments requesting a Lookbook rundown of my outfit and make-up. I decided we should drive into Queens Oak and go clothes shopping.
I smile, turning to look at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the leopard-print corset pushes my breasts up and the way the black velvet shorts hug my hips, and how the knee-high leather boots I’m wearing make me look dominant.
“I think you should wear this outfit on your date.”
My smile widens at her suggestion. I turn my toe out, making my leg look longer, and my brain provides ideas of my legs wrapping around Lenic’s narrow waist, still in these killer boots.
I grin at her, glancing over my shoulder. “I’d love to bend him to my will in this outfit. Trust me, I’ve tried to take control of him but it’s useless. He’s just got this dominant, commanding quality that seems to surround and be generated by him. I can’t explain it. But I end up giving him whatever he wants. The bastard.”
“Is he human?”
“As much as Superman is human,” I laugh. I turn to the side to peer sceptically at my profile.
“Maybe this outfit will be his kryptonite,” she suggests.
“Maybe. But I already have the perfect dress to wear for my date. I’m curious to see how he’ll react to yellow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lenic seems to respond differently to every colour I wear. Black makes him lose control. Red makes him charge at me. And white knocks him out. I wonder what yellow will do to him…”
“I will never understand British people.” She pulls on a cute purple halter-neck top.
“I’m still trying to understand myself.” I turn to the side to peer at my profile. A feeling of excitement bubbles in my chest, and I owe most of it to my friend. “Thank you, Delphine. It means a lot to me what you did. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a friend like you.” I reach for the zipper at the back of the corset and make a face when I don’t get it the first time.
“I honestly don’t know what you’re speaking of.” Delphine is someone who is too modest for her own good.
“Let me remind you,” I offer, her hand on the zipper I can’t reach. “You gave up a chance to wear a beautiful cocktail dress, to get dressed up to the nines, the chance to attend an exclusive WBC party and mingle with the fame and fortunate, and a chance to go on a date with a definite ten.”
Lenic is a definite million.
She pauses, looking at my reflection in the mirror. “I was ill,” she lies, stepping back once the zipper is all the way down.
I shake my head and take off the corset. “You were pretend ill, so that Lenic would think that I was on a date with Cross, forcing his jealousy to get the better of him and ask me out. Which he did.” I squint my eyes. “Clever.”
“OK, Monsieur Poirot, you got me. But you got that date you wanted and you’re happy. And that is all that matters.”
I can’t quite put my finger on what it is about Lenic that is driving me so dazed and confused, but I can be pretty sure I know that as much as he is haunting my thoughts … I am certainly in his.
His readiness to chase me puts any doubts I could have had to rest. And that just makes a girl wake up with a smile on her face and butterflies flittering around in her tummy.
Watching Delphine peer into her reflection, I know I owe my best friend the world. Her generosity to place my happiness before hers astounds me, and that impels me to lean more on Team West than Team Cross. They would be good for each other. She is beautiful enough, inside and out, to open West’s heart to love again.
“I feel bad,” I admit. “You gave up the chance to maybe start something with Cross. I want you to be happy too. It’s not all about me.”
“I don’t think this colour suits me,” she says, pulling off her top.
“Try the blue satin number,” I suggest. “It will bring out your baby blues.”
She sets her hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Babe, don’t worry about it, OK. Jack is a snack.”
“A snack?”
She unhooks the satin top from its hanger. “You know, something to peck on, before the whole three-course meal. He is short-term. Not the long-term marriage and three kids kind-of-guy. I'm done with screwing around, Flick. I want a husband and a child by the time I turn thirty.”
“I know you do, and that is my very point. I have never had a serious relationship, and you know it’s by choice.”
She cocks her head. “Every girl wants love.”
“OK, with long-term committed relationships come some really wonderful things, I know that. I’ve seen you experience it. But so do the, uh, not so good things. I don’t have time for bickering, or problems with him not making an effort, or any mind games. Yes, maybe I am just not ready to put in the work it takes to have a serious relationship. Or maybe my experiences with boys taint my outlook. But at this point in my life, bullshit will make me run the other way faster than Usain Bolt.”
I know these are all excuses. I know Lenic isn’t like this. I just don't want to admit that she still has an influence on my mind, my thinking … that she isn’t the reason I hardened my heart enough to not care for love.
I shrug and sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want love. It’s that I don’t think I’m capable of falling in love. I just don’t have that biological urge to ensure the survival of our species.”
“There is more to love than mating and popping a seed in the oven.”
I smile, and nod gamely. “Fair point. But as a girl, there is an expectation to want to commit to a man and have a serious relationship. I’m supposed to have this ticking biological clock that screams, ‘Get a ring and make babies!’ But I can’t see myself in those shoes. I don’t want to wear one pair of shoes for the rest of my life. I want to wear lots of shoes, different styles of shoes.”
I can’t tell my friend I’m scared of falling in love. I hide my past as much as I hide my heart to love.
“I’m confused. How is a man a shoe? Is this an English thing?”
“It’s a woman’s right to shoes.” I chuckle and shake my head. “It’s a selfish way of thinking, I know. But I am incapable of giving up my whole life and my whole heart to another — but you can.”
She shakes her head. “Deny it all you want. There is something between you and Lenic. Something deep. You’re important to me, Flick. You gave me a terrific life here in England. And if you — Little Miss I Hate Love — can be happy with a guy…” She lifts her shoulders wistfully and smiles. “…it gives me hope for my future. And it’s not like I am lonely. While you’re home alone tonight, I am going out on a date with Graham, remember? The nice lawyer.” Delphine met Graham a few nights ago on our girls’ night out with Brooke. “He is going places with his career. And he told me he loves his nephew like his own, which tells me he is a family guy and not my usual type.”
“The shag anything with a skirt type?” She nods. I sit on the stool in the corner and begin to unzip my boots. “All I can say is — Graham kept the drinks coming all night. He gets my vote.” Kicking off a boot, I glance up at her. “Don’t worry about me, Del. I do love my career. That will never wake up and tell me it doesn’t love me anymore or die on me, or … make me feel worthless.”
All the alpha-bitch excuses aside, the reason why I don’t want love might be because I haven’t found ‘the one’ yet — the one to change me. Fix me. Because maybe in the end I am walking, or stumbling through life in only one shoe, waiting for a man to hand me the other to complete the ‘forever’ pair. Then everything will be alright with just one … perfect click.
But until then, I will keep protecting my heart from getting hurt, as I have done since I was a child. It is the only way I know how to live, survive. It is the only way I can stop myself from sinking back into that darkness.
I smile at Delphine. “I am not going to let any man hold me back.”
LATER THAT EVENING, the first thing I do when Delphine heads downstairs to wait for Graham is turn on the shower. My limbs are aching from shopping and I need to wash the day off my skin.
I close my eyes and let the water flow over my head and down my aching back. In the privacy of my own mind, I imagine Lenic finding me in here, and bracing a hand against the wall I rub my clit to the thought of him touching me, licking me, taking me up against the tiled wall until the hot water runs cold. It doesn’t take long to reach the brink of an orgasm. Panting, I lean my forehead against the wall and moan out his name. “Oh Lenic…”
“You called?” I stop my hand, and my eyes fully open. Immediately I am alert, and when I turn around, my heart hammers under my ribs. A set of dark eyes is watching me. “I think we should do another take. I missed the start.” Lenic is leaning against the doorframe, holding his phone up. And it is pointed straight at me.
What is he doing…?
That bastard.
He is filming me.
He is filming me in the shower.
He is filming me in the shower masturbating.
A mixture of surprise and anger heats up my chest. I move out of the path of the showerhead. “Shut that thing off.”
The smirk on his face looks dangerous. “Not until you tell me what you were doing.”
I stay rooted to where I am, cold eyes watching the camera. “Turn it off, Lenic.”
“Tell me.”
I scoff. “I was washing my body because I’m in the shower. What other reason do you think people get into a shower for?”
“Keep lying, and this camera keeps rolling.”
“Fine,” I hiss. “I was … touching myself. Are you happy now?”
He flicks his gaze down momentarily, mine following suit, straight to his straining cock clearly visible and throbbing against his jeans. “Extremely.”
I feel my cheeks flush. “Why am I explaining myself to you?” My eyes are flashing hot with anger but buried deep down there, I feel the beginnings of something else building inside of me. “Turn that bloody camera off.” He ignores the look of warning I shoot in his direction. He is probably envisioning a number of slow, painful tortures he can put me through, quenching his thirst for revenge. “Did you break in to my home?”
“Delphine answered the door and let me in. She was with some guy.” I can hear the sultry grin in his voice. “You’re not covering up. Do you like me watching you? Filming you?”
My hands fly up to cover my breasts. “Stop filming me, Lenic, I mean it.” I hear the phone click before he slips his phone into the back pocket of his jeans.
Thank God—
What the…?
His fingers are already working on his fly; as if it is a foregone conclusion I am going to actually give him permission to enter the shower with me. My pulse is quickened by excitement and fear.
“What’re you doing?”
“Taking a shower.”
Jeans already off, he pulls off his black shirt and tosses it aside on the floor.
Holy.
Freaking.
Hell.
Half convinced I’m dreaming, I quickly realise I am not — my heart is knocking too hard. Lenic is wearing only his tight black boxer briefs, and a ferocious and determined look on his face. The sight of him could resurrect the pulse of a dead woman. And when he pulls his underwear down to his ankles … I feel like I die and come back to life in the same split second.
I inhale a sharp intake of breath and watch, stunned, as he moves with the unhurried pace of a lion that has already dealt its prey a paralyzing blow.
He enters the shower.
My body holds me at ransom. My shoulder Angel and Devil start whispering in my ears. ‘Let him take you until you can never walk again,’ my little Devil says. ‘Go for it, he’s sexy. The workout will be really good for your fitness,’ my little Angel says, a united unhelpful front.
“Hey…” he purrs, his eyes predatory. The word pours out like honey and immediately I am wet. Only he can do that.
He leans in and dips his head down, the water rushing over his naked bronzed body. He caressingly sets his hands on my waist and brushes his lips against mine a couple of times, barely touching me, before gently sucking my bottom lip in between his. I feel a hot flush of adrenalin rush through my stomach.
“I didn’t say you could join me.”
“Thought you liked watching me shower?” He lets go of my waist and brings his hand to cradle my face. “Sometimes a girl needs more,” he murmurs huskily. I can feel my heat open up for him as his fingers brush back my hair, and he softly runs his tongue across my top lip. “I heard you.”
“Heard what?” My voice is barely a whisper. I turn my head slightly to get some damn air.
His body is still so close to mine though. The hand that is cradling my face turns and pushes my chin up to meet his lips again. I know how good he is at kissing, and I can almost feel my knees buckle at the anticipation.
“Cumming to my name, Felicity.”
I am lost in the moment, spent from so much built-up lust, and I just let him take over. He gently pulls on my lower lip again, and I whimper lightly.
"Lenic..." I whisper his name against his mouth. My heart is thumping, and my head feels light. “Delete the video you just filmed in here,” I say breathlessly. I hate how vulnerable I sound.
Felicity the born-again virgin is back onstage.
His finger presses against my mouth, gently tugging down my bottom lip as he says, “I'll delete it … if you let me kiss you.” His condition draws my gaze to his mouth, that nearly-perfect Cupid's bow that, when he smiles, only goes up at one side.
“Fine. But I get to delete it.”
I lean in, parting my lips, feeling a fine trembling run through my entire body. The second his full lips brush up against mine, standing under the spray of the water, I feel like he is going to push me up against the wall and squeeze my hips violently enough to leave bruises. He is going to slam his tongue in and passionately kiss me.
But that is the thing about Lenic Reevus — he likes to take me unexpected.
“I didn't say on the mouth.”
Wait — what?
"I’m gonna be a bad boy, Felicity … Gotta be a bad boy for you," he hisses huskily in my ear, his hands sliding up my ribcage until he is cupping my slippery breasts, the water flowing over them. “I’m gonna make you scream my name again while you cum in my mouth.” He squeezes my breasts at the exact same time his teeth close around my earlobe. His body presses eagerly against mine, making it all too clear, especially against my stomach, just how hard he is going to make me scream. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about eating your pussy — all damn week.”
The need … the desire … the demand … the chemistry. I am pliable as clay in his erotically adept hands. My pulse elevates, and I can feel the blood pounding in my ears.
I gulp for air as his big, strong hands nudge me into the position he wants, spreading my legs wide apart. I look down at him, his gaze fixing on my exposed bare pussy, a growl leaving his throat. “I’ve wanted you to sit on my face the second you begged for it…”
I gasp when he pushes my thighs to widen my legs even more. He is not gentle, and I inhale sharply. He leans in closer until I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive flesh. He slowly teases me with his tongue, around my opening, licking up from my inner thigh. He starts to lightly kiss the sides of my heat and I feel like I am dying, waiting for his tongue to taste me.
Why is he punishing me like this?
Unable to withstand his torture any longer, I grip his hair with my hand and push his face into my pussy, forcing him to eat me out. A growl tears from his throat as his tongue swipes my clit. I moan loudly, arching back, the hot spray of water pouring down my breasts and over his head.
His tongue, his mouth and his face feel so damn sweet against my drenched heat. I am going to cum in only a few seconds.
My fingers claw into his scalp as he starts to lick me in rapid, long strokes. I tense hard, my back arched, and I would slam my legs shut but his broad muscular shoulders hold me pinned open. His fingers spread my folds to expose more of my clit, and he swirls his tongue around before going back to broad strokes. I scream in pleasure and arch up into the spray of water again.
He thrusts two thick fingers deep inside my wet passage, and soon after, I am screaming and cumming right around his fingers. His mouth licks and sucks and tugs at my swollen sensitive clit, and then he adds a twist to his fingers. I am so close to another orgasm, I can’t believe it.
“That's it, baby," he growls against my pussy, licking every morsel of me. "Cum all over my face.”
He growls as I start thrusting my pussy farther into his mouth, back and forth, then rolling it in small circles around his mouth, as he laps up every drop of my juices.
“Oh … Lenic … Keep going … Don’t stop, please…" My knees buckle and my hips piston against him as I break into a million pieces and cum over his gorgeous face. I hear him groan like he can’t get enough.
I am sure I’m going to lose my mind.
This is … unreal.
“Come on, baby," he hisses against my flesh, his breath washing over me, causing me to tremble and I moan loud in response. "Wanna feel you cum again." As the words fall from his lips, I fall over the edge, the climax tearing through me almost brutally.
I gasp when his tongue suddenly lowers to the opening of my tunnel. His tongue breaches my body as he parts my sex. My muscles are still twitching and contracting with my release and his hands slide under my buttocks, lifting and pushing me a few inches to give me a deeper penetration with his tongue. A light sparks inside my tummy as his tongue hits me there, and my body shakes. Never has a guy done this to me, and the sensation is new to me. It’s a first. And it feels so damn good. I twist my fingers through the base of his hair to keep him close.
I whimper and breathe out, "Lenic … that feels so good."
He growls deep in response and his tongue slides inside, in and out, swirling it just outside, and then plunges it back in. I rest my head on the wall and slowly ride the waves back down. All the while, he continues to suck, swallow, and lick the juices of my pussy with increasingly gentle strokes.
He slides his tongue, slowly, up across my abdomen and growls, “I love your tits.” He latches on to one erect nipple and sucks it into his mouth, the water pouring over his head. It feels like he is worshiping my breasts, alternating from one to the other — sucking, biting, lapping, and squeezing, while I moan and thrash against the shower wall.
My hands thread through his thick wet hair, and with every pull his mouth takes on my nipple, I yank on his hair that little bit harder. I can feel his cock getting harder and harder as it bounces on my stomach.
Lenic is wild.
But this isn’t enough for me. I want more.
I want all of him.
I just want to be utterly, thoroughly taken by him, until I die from ultra-pleasure.
As if he can guess every thought in my head, he stands to his great height, his hands on my hips, digging in, dragging me towards him, and I use his hands to ground me. He buries his skin against mine, presses himself so tightly against me that water can’t pass between us.
I watch those beautiful brown eyes darken. "I don't think you’re aware of what you do to me," he rasps. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and the warmth of the blood flushing my body as we slip and slide against one another’s flesh. “I’m used to giving orders to men under my command. I’m not used to insubordination. The second we met, the second you opened that sexy disobedient mouth of yours, I’ve had the urge to tie you down, take dominion over that million pound body, and show you just who is boss. The fact that you make it a goddamn challenge makes all of these primordial urges fire up inside me and I can’t control myself.”
He laps at my neck, and I shiver as his teeth graze my collarbone and his name escapes my mouth with a moan that sounds thin and needy. His hands grip my arse, dig in, and he kisses me, biting on my lips, sucking on my tongue, and then he pushes me back into the wall.
“I'll stop, when you tell me to stop,” he growls in a low guttural voice, a sound that has my skin breaking out in goose bumps all at once. He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tugs my face closer to his. “Otherwise, I'm taking you.” He nips my bottom lip and I part them with a small gasp.
We look at each other for a small moment. “You’re not going to regret this, are you?” I ask, breathless.
His breath fans across my mouth. “I regret not doing this sooner.”
He pulls me to him and takes my lips with his own, as if he can’t do anything else, as if kissing me is as necessary as drawing in oxygen. I whimper into his mouth, pulling him hard against my body.
I give his rock-hard cock a light stroke, my thumb slipping over his moistened tip. He moans into my mouth, a sound of pure white-flag surrender.
“A million,” he whispers into my ear, biting on it.
“What?” I barely breathe out.
“You rated yourself a nine-and-a-half when we first met. You’re not. No way close. You’re off the charts, baby.”
God, he knows just what to say to make a girl feel special. “My bedroom is upstairs,” I pant, realising my supply of condoms is in my dresser. He takes my hand and leads me out of the shower. It feels cold at first, jars us both, but he moves in, clings to me, the heat between our bodies an inferno by comparison.
His cock is so thick and incredibly hard and it throbs as it curves upwards towards his stomach. He grabs his jeans and pulls out protection from his wallet. “My bed is just up the stairs,” I repeat, standing at the foot of the small staircase that leads to my bedroom.
“I can’t wait that long.” Pulling on protection, he pushes my back down onto the staircase, and lowers himself over me; my body pinned flat underneath him, with his weight keeping me where he wants me.
“Lenic…”
“I’m gonna fuck you, again and again. The bed can wait its damn turn,” he growls, and I moan in response, his deep throaty voice penetrating every sensitive spot of my trembling body. “I know you want it hard and dirty, Felicity. I’d sell my soul to the goddamn Devil just to give it to you.”
His lips lower, stealing my breath and the whimper that escapes. As his tongue enters my mouth, he presses the head of his cock against the swollen folds of my pussy. I drape my legs over his thick thighs, spread them wide, and angle my hips to the mighty beast that pushes into me.
My eyes shut and I try not to scream as that feeling — that stinging, that filling, that stretching — overwhelms me. I can tell Lenic is having some trouble controlling himself. His breath is hot and heavy as he tries to take me slowly, pushing in an inch at a time and resisting the urge to plunge himself to the hilt.
He groans with hoarse primal pleasure. "Baby, you feel good," he groans. “So fucking good.”
I whimper as my body begins to stretch to accommodate him. I shake away the hard and burning discomfort of the stairs beneath me, dazed and turned on, as he holds me tight, piercing me deeper with a hard half thrust.
“Don't tease me,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare tease me.”
This probably won't last long. I feel ready to explode again. I feel like every nerve is on goddamn fire as he pushes into me and I try to relax, lean my head forward onto his as he tries to do this more carefully than I expect in this kind of situation. He doesn't want to hurt me, I guess. But I wriggle my hips impatiently and it's message received as his cock thrusts in, the mix of pain and pleasure kind of appropriate in this moment.
We can do slow and gentle in my bed. We can make love with our kisses after. And we can lick at every patch of skin when we're wrapped in sheets. But right now, we are on the staircase, so this has to be a fuck. A pure and simple, quick hard fuck. And he gets that just as I do.
I feel his cock pulse at my desire of being taken quick and hard, and his hips buck, piercing me with another inch. He pulls back quickly, his muscles bunching as he grips my hips and plunges inside of me again.
All the way this time.
I gasp, arching to him and to the pleasure-pain of ecstatic sensations whipping through me with each thrust he slams into me. “I’ve wanted this for so long," he hisses hotly against my ear. “Be loud, Felicity. Every little noise you make turns me on. I wanna hear every single gasp loud.”
Hard hands hold me beneath him; his hips thrust and churn, his hardness plunging inside me. My hands latch on to his wrists as he grips my hips, his gaze locking on with mine. I shudder beneath him, my eyes worshipping his thick biceps, at his strength and power.
A hollow groan leaves his throat as he looms over me, his lips sucking my nipple as my eyes slide shut and my head smacks the hard stair beneath me. His lips suck and lick at my sensitive bud, and with a hand latched in my hair, he tugs hard at it, plunging his hips harder, sending the thick length of his cock deeper into my hot pussy, again and again and again.
My hips jerk as he pulls out, and gripping his cock, he starts to rub it over and around my clit. My hands fly up to his chest — my nails digging into his skin, hard enough to make him hiss loudly — as I start to teeter over the edge of bliss. My whole body feels like it is on fire as it quivers all over, the insistent pulsations of his cock dragging me screaming over the edge.
“You like that, baby?” he rasps huskily.
I arch my back as I call out his name, my body convulsing underneath him. The most erotic noises I have ever heard are bouncing off of the narrow staircase walls as I cling to him, my nails raking down his beautiful abs, drawing thin lines of blood.
He groans wildly, and drives his cock hard into my pussy again. Three hard thrusts have me gasping and arching, and my thighs spread farther apart, my hips lifting for a deeper penetration as his cock parts my slick, hot and yearning flesh.
I bite down on my lower lip, panted moans slipping between my teeth, and I shut my eyes. His teeth meet my neck and he sucks so hard I know it will bruise. But I don’t care. I’ll touch it later, and remind myself that he was with me.
He made it.
I whimper and cry out as he laps up my breasts with his tongue, drilling faster with his cock, my fingers digging into his scalp. His lips move to my mouth as my hips lift and arch as I buck against him, writhing beneath his much larger and heavier form, as he takes me deep and hard and fast in the middle of my goddamn staircase.
His voice rumbles in my ear, deep with lust, telling me how good I feel as his arms encircle me — strong, scarred hands stroking down my body, his hot and wet mouth caressing every inch it seeks out.
He devours my mouth as his tongue explores every inch, rubbing erotically against mine. His lips are firm over mine; opening my mouth wider to his more dominate side. He scrapes his rough fingertips across my breasts, and my nipples pucker even more and grow tighter. I moan and whimper as his fingers rub back and forth across my breasts.
“Since the moment we met I’ve had fantasies about fucking you hard … real hard,” he admits. He looks like a man who is trying to rein back his true strength.
I whimper in response. “Do it. Lenic, I want it,” I beg. I decide to go for one hand, hard, in his hair, hard enough that I feel like I'm going to rip it from his head. He growls, my painful grip fuelling his thrusts even more.
“Don’t tempt me … I don’t want to hurt you…”
Growling deep in his throat, he leans back, and digging his fingers into my hips, he drills into me. The smack of our flesh reverberates through the tiny space of the corridor, and my heart thuds in my chest and everything feels so damn hot and sweaty. His cock rubs me raw and I feel helpless beneath him, helpless against the fury that is Lenic Reevus.
If this is Lenic restraining himself, if this is him holding something back…
He realises he has hit the perfect mark after I make some incoherent noises and pretty much just shout "Oh god" and he repeats that same motion, same damn angle and he's so confident about this — that he knows every little way to screw me and make me hot, hard, horny, his.
Confident goddamn Superman.
A few more thrusts and he groans, “Oh baby…” and then slows down. "Tell me when you’re cumming," he hisses, as he gives me another thrust and groans once more. I can feel the head of his cock stroking me on the flared edge of my G-spot. His eyes darken and meet mine.
He is waiting for me. He isn’t allowing himself his release until I reach my own ecstasy. I whimper again, knowing he is buried inside me, fiery hot and thick, and so close to cumming.
I know ways to make him lose it. I can be confident too, when I want to be. I start to rub my breasts seductively with a carnal look in my eyes, and just like that, I set him off. “Jesus, you’re filthy as hell,” he groans, thrusting into me with abandon.
Just the thought alone that I am driving him to his climax, and the way he looks at me with such uncontrolled desire, causes something to rip through me. It feels like an electric shock, like a bolt of lightning tearing through me, from the top of my head, to the tips of my toes, and my entire body convulses.
“Oh Lenic … I’m cumming … I'm cumming.” I scream his name like he is a god.
As soon as the words pour from my mouth, he plunges hard and fast. Over and over. Harder and harder. I hear my name on his lips as he thrusts hard, a few more deep motions that hit their mark again, and I think he wants to prove his damn stamina or something. He has to be Superman and last longer, but then I feel him shudder against me.
He looks into my eyes, and slams into me at a frenzied pace, and then he is gone. With one more, hard, deep thrust, he growls loudly, his hand tightening painfully in my hair, as his hot cum gushes inside of me.
We rub our sweaty, still yearning bodies against one another, as if wanting to feel every inch of the other's gratification.
Lenic took me to the edge of my world and dropped me at his feet. It didn't hurt one bit. And if it did … I must like pain.
“You’re filthy, beautiful,” he pants, kissing me low on my neck. “I can’t get enough of it.” He bites down lightly on my skin.
This godly man is a damn hellion in bed and I know I am going to be very sore to prove it. “And you’re an animal,” I pant back.
We eventually make it to my bed, but only after he takes me up against my bedroom door.
Apparently, he couldn’t wait that long.