Page 149 of Lost & Found

I pulled back tantalizingly slow as she adjusted and then pushed forward. Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter as I fucked into her. Slow and sensual, mindful of the fact that this was all new to her.

I wanted her to enjoy it, to feel the closeness of my heart. She leaned her head against my chest. Her tongue ran along a portion of the tattoo inked forever on me. Then she let out a soft whine.

“What is it, princess?” I asked, sliding my free hand up to cradle her head against me. Another muffled sound erupted from her. “Talk to me,” I crooned as I continued to thrust into her at a slow pace.

Did she have any idea how much I desired her words? How much I desired her. She ground against me. My hand, the one supporting her thigh, tightened into the soft flesh, gripping harder, stilling her.

“Please use words for me,” I begged.

“I like it faster,” she whispered.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” I smirked before tilting her head up and exposing her full lips. My eyes drilled into hers, and I brought my thrusts to a complete stop.

She cried out, and her hand rose. I almost expected her to slap me again. Instead, she sank her fingers into my hair and pulled hard.

“Fuck me faster,” she demanded, her eyes on fire.

“Fuck me faster, who?” I taunted.

“Fuck me faster, Sir,” she purred, and a guttural sound erupted from my throat.

I expected her to say Lev, a sir was completely outside anything I thought possible, given her disdain for all things BDSM. A look of uncertainty passed through her eyes, and I kissed her hard and long.

Pulling away, I demanded, “Use your manners, princess. And ask me again.”

“Please, Sir, will you fuck me faster?” she whined.

“I’d love to,” I whispered. “But I’ll need your hands.”

She quickly unlatched her grip from my shoulders, and I took her wrists in my hand, marveling at how they fit perfectly. I pinned them to the wall above her head.

Her back immediately arched off the wall, and her breasts thrust forward. I took my time with them teasing her until she panted in frustration, my cock not moving inside her just throbbing in need.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Please,” she once more begged.

I gave in, giving her what she wanted. The pounding, rapid pace sparked tears in her eyes. Leaning in, I kissed the salty essence of them. My cock grew harder as they spilled down her cheeks.

“Too much for you?” I asked, thrusting harder.

“Yes…no…I don’t know. You make me feel…alive. I love…love it.”

Something inside me broke, and I went feral as I thrust into her dripping pussy to the point where her words stopped entirely. Tension snapped along my core. Her leg gave out, and my strategically placed hands were the only support she had as I pumped into her. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I stared down, and she met my gaze head on.

Knowing I had her full attention, I had to speak my mind. “I think you’re right about various types of soulmates. Because being inside you like this.” I kissed her before continuing, “We are not two souls in different bodies fucking.”

Tears immediately spilled down her cheeks, and her vulnerability shone like a beacon.

“You and I, princess, are one soul stretched across two bodies.” I paused, feeling the words seep from my lips into the depths of her. “Experiencing something altogether magical. Spiritual even. Every move you make is subconscious.”

Her body coiled tightly, and I knew she was going to come any second.

“We are one heartbeat, one rhythm, a part of one another. And you’re mine now. I won’t ever let you go.”

She screamed as the last word left my lips, giving into another orgasm. I didn’t know what was more satisfying, hearing my name on her lips over and over or the pulsing of her sweet pussy around my cock. It was all I needed. My balls drew up tight, and I threw my head back and roared her name as I pumped another load of cum deep inside her.

We stayed frozen in the moment. The cascading water from the shower had turned lukewarm. She shivered, and I stepped back, pulling out. I couldn’t help but admire the trail of my cum and her juices as they dripped down her thigh. I traced it with two fingers, scooping up the mess and massaging it into her sore pussy.