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She jerked her head in assent, too spun up to question or argue, to debate it in any way. Besides, it was true. He stayed motionless, though his eyes were as alive as a sunrise, changing color and heat second by second. When she was making little gasping pleas, her body lifting and falling under those tides of sensation, he finally spoke again.
"Stop. Put both hands up above your head and hold on to the pillow."
She obeyed, her glazed eyes on him as he took a condom from his nightstand, tore it open and rolled it on. Then he put a knee on the bed. Hooking his thumbs in the panties, he brought her knees together to slide the garment off her legs, then parted her thighs again. The pressure of his hands said he wanted her to keep her knees spread and bent, her feet flat on the bed as he'd ordered. He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her hips off the bed, holding her there, thumbs caressing her buttocks.
"I like it when you have that sexy, pleading look in your eye. It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you, Sam. Terrible, rough things that will have you screaming in ecstasy. Gentle, soft things that will make you beg. There's no end to the things I want, and it overwhelms me, how deep it runs." His gaze locked with hers again. "Don't let me hurt you."
"I don't mind if you hurt me," she whispered, the first thing that came to her mind. "Just promise me you won't turn back. That we'll see this all the way through, whatever happens."
He answered her with his body. Easing forward, he teased her with the head of his cock between her legs until she was gasping. Just when she was prepared to beg to be fucked, he backed off and stretched out between her legs. Pressing his abdomen against her core, he framed her breasts in his hands and gave them his undivided attention. His heated mouth covered one tip and began to suckle, swirling liquid warmth in her belly like vanilla-fragranced batter in a mixing bowl. She writhed in reaction, but he kept her pinned, licking and sucking on the nipple until it was hard and aching. He didn't ignore the area around it, kissing and tracing that with his tongue, squeezing her hard in his strong hands so a guttural sound came from her throat. She nearly came off the bed when he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
"Geoff . . . please. Oh God . . ." Her knees quivered, her thighs shaking from the bent-legged position he was making her maintain. He didn't need restraints like she'd seen on the websites. He'd told her to stay like this, and she had, only requiring his command to hold her in place, even though everything in her strained for more.
He lifted off her when she was nothing but electric impulses from head to toe that made her twitch and jerk. "Do you want me to fuck you, Samantha Beth?"
"Yes. Please. Please."
He shifted back, sliding his hands underneath her hips again, tilting her up for his penetration. She shuddered from head to toe as he breached that gateway with the head of his cock. He paused, still cradling her ass to keep her at the right angle. "Say it again." His voice was strained, his eyes burning into hers.
"Please. Please fuck me."
He sank into her wetness in one sure thrust, taking himself to the hilt. His testicles pressed against her buttocks, the weight of his body holding her fast. The sensations were incredible, powerful. Little spasms shot through her. If he so much as moved, she thought she might start to have a hundred mini climaxes like starlight.
He withdrew slowly, letting her feel the friction of his corona at the mouth of her sex, then reversed and pressed back in, just as slow. She swallowed gulps of air with parted, wet lips. His gaze fixed on them as he did it again. And again. Her body was being swept with fire.
"Geoff."
"Keep your feet flat on the mattress." His pace picked up, the thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. He made her keep her legs in the position he'd ordered, and the clutching sensations that gripped her clit, that rippled deep in her womb, told her she was right, that he knew exactly how to satisfy a woman sexually. Stretching the long length of his body over her, he adjusted so his upper chest and shoulders were in her field of vision and he could grasp the headboard with one hand. Gripping her buttock with the other, he braced a knee between her legs to drive into her more deeply, change the angle so a cry broke from her lips. It was as powerful a sensation as a climax, but still, astoundingly, not the actual thing.
Had she believed she'd had an orgasm before this? That was like comparing a bite of cheap novelty chocolate, the kind used to make holiday shapes like bats and witches or reindeer and snowflakes, to a chocolate whose only purpose was to be the best chocolate possible. This was Ghirardelli, Dove, Hershey's and Lindt all rolled into one sweet, thick waterfall.
He'd told her to keep her hands above her head, but she so desperately wanted to touch him, to wind her arms and legs around him. It might change the sensations, but this was about far more than just the physical. There was an emotional component she needed just as desperately. The orgasm was so close . . .
"Geoff," she gasped. "Please . . . I want to hold you. Please."
He met her gaze. There was something there, something more he wanted, but maybe he thought, like she had, that it was too soon. Yet in this moment, with everything else swirling around her, she knew it wasn't time that defined when something was right; it was the heart and soul.
"Please, Master. Please let me hold you."
It was worth everything to see the reaction on his face, as if by calling him that she'd just given him the answer to everything he was and wanted to be to her. No matter how many missteps they might have on the way, it didn't change what he was to her, or her to him.
He nodded. His expression was so concentrated, the muscles in his arms and chest so defined, she realized he was holding on to control by a thread. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she brought him down closer. The sensation of having him pressed against her aching breasts, feeling their hearts beat together, elicited a cry of delight from her. His arm changed position, banding around her waist, palm pressed to her hip. His breath against her ear, his chest pressed against her breasts, the friction of her nipples against his chest hair, was pure bliss. She rocked her hips up, took him even deeper, and another cry broke from her lips.
"God . . . sir . . . Master, I'm going to come. Please . . . let me . . . come."
He said nothing and kept thrusting into her, but his gaze was on her face, watching her frantic eyes, her mouth opening wider, taking in more air as she tried to hold on to control. "Please . . ." she wailed, the climax starting to take her.
"Now," he muttered, putting his cheek down against hers, the sandpaper rasp of his stubbled jaw abrading her tender flesh, another welcome sensation. His hand stayed on her knee, though, keeping her legs in place even when she so desperately wanted to wrap them around him too. Yet, as the climax rolled through her, it became clear why he had kept her in this position. It was a mind-boggling overload of sensation, more so than anything she'd ever experienced. She was straining up from the bed like she was possessed, raking his back with her nails. Maybe she was possessed, because she was in the grip of something that wouldn't let her go
. That she didn't want to ever let her go.
He came at that pinnacle, adding to the unforgettable pleasure of it. She closed her eyes, holding on to him, riding that wave together, wishing he hadn't had to wear the condom so she could feel his seed jetting inside her, marking her. His strong arm held her, his hips still thrusting, taut buttocks flexing against the inside of her thighs.
"Oh . . . oh God." She was chanting it as he slowed, as they hummed to a stop like race cars passing the finish line, not really wanting to let go of the sense of exhilarating speed. Not wanting to let go, period. She pressed her mouth against his throat, his crashing pulse, and when he turned his face to hers, it was the most natural thing in the world to meet him mouth to mouth. He took a slow, penetrating kiss even deeper, framing her face with his hands as he controlled the pacing, dueling with her tongue, bringing wet heat against her lips.
He put pressure on her thigh, letting her know she could finally straighten her legs. Her feet slid over the backs of his knees, coming to rest on his calves as she cradled him between her thighs. The change of position sent another aftershock through her and she whimpered against his lips. He thrust a little deeper. When she was at last able to open her eyes, he was studying her face with a gaze alight with desire, making her think of what he'd said, that there was no end to the things he wanted to do to her. It was a scary, scary thought. But it was the good kind of fear.
"How did you learn to do that?" she said.
