“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunted, his voice rough with need.
His words only fueled my desire, making me move against him, teasing him with each slow, calculated thrust.
His breath came in ragged gasps, and the muscles in his thighs tensed as he lifted his hips to meet mine. I slowed my pace more, enjoying the way pleasure ripped through me every time I moved.
I pulled away before dropping down, taking every inch slowly. Then I picked up the pace again.
“Oh, fuck. Please. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“You aren’t allowed.”
He nearly whimpered and pulled his hips down, trying to break away from me.
I dropped again, taking all of him again with a satisfied moan. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Trying not to come,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I didn’t say you could pull away.”
I lifted again, riding him faster now.
“Regan, please. I can’t stop it if you keep going.” He sounded like he was in agony, and I loved it.
The control, the freedom, and knowing that he would do everything he could to listen to me.
I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his chest. “You’re not allowed to come, Rook,” I said. “Not until I say so.”
His arms ripped down, breaking the handcuffs as he rolled on top of me. He picked up my hips, slamming into me hard as he groaned.
The power of it made me hungry for more, and I reached up, my hand wrapping around his throat. “You don’t come until I do.”
“Fuck, baby, please,” he begged, still not stopping the thrust of his hips.
“Make me come, and then you get to,” I said, smiling as his head dropped onto my shoulder.
He lifted me back up again with a low growl. He thrust into me harder, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. His cock filled me completely, and then he reached down, finding my sensitive clit and moving circles around it.
My body tightened before I finally found release. My nails dug into his back as I held onto him, losing my breath as starsburst in my eyes. I arched up, taking more, as his pace quickened again.
“Come on,” he said, lifting me off the bed. “I have a horrible fucking hangover already ready to kill me and just had the best sex of my life. I need to clean up and lie down.”
I laughed, sliding my arms around his neck as he carried me to the shower. He turned on the water, letting it warm up before stepping inside, still holding me. The water washed over us as he set me down.
“Thank you for coming to get me,” he said. “I don’t know that I’ve ever had to call a woman to rescue me, but I might have to do it more often.” He smiled as he kissed me before spending the next few minutes cleaning us up.
Soon, he was carrying me back to bed, and I wasn’t sure if I had ever felt so content.
The morning light streamed in as I stayed in bed, Rook sleeping next to me. I grabbed my tablet and continued working on one of my drawings while he slept. It felt nice to do what I always did, but with the comfort of not being alone.
An hour went by before he rolled over, groaning as he lifted his head with bleary eyes.
“Regan?”
“Yes?”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he said, dropping his head again.
“I’m going to assume you remember nothing?”
