Page 94 of Watching Her

With my hands gripping his shoulders and my thighs squeezing his, I felt perfectly safe. Especially when he slipped one hand under my hair, holding me in place while he lifted his hips.

He had the most muscular legs, powering into me with controlled precision, developing a rhythm that left me breathless.

We were doing exactly as he commanded, our eyes never leaving each other, never straying from the wild act of passion. My pussy muscles already ached, the deep core pulse pushing me toward a sweet edge where sanity was tossed.

Only pleasure remaining.

Why was it that when looking into his eyes I could see shadows of the man? In doing so, I was driven into his pitch-black darkness, which boosted the desire.

We rocked not only each other but the seat, the heavy metal swinging back and forth, creating a slight creaking sound with every forward motion. I felt free enough to tangle my fingers in his hair, even tugging slightly while his grip on the back of my neck tightened.

He wasn’t merely a man but a god of passion, making the aches that much deeper. Just when I thought I was able to maintain control over my body, my nerves betrayed me.

An orgasm swept from my toes, drifting up my legs as if electric prods. With every ragged pant and every clench of my muscles, his eyes became more dilated.

His breathing even more labored.

A simple truth hit me as the climax continued until I experienced sheer rapture.

Passion with him was an electric current, untamed and vibrant. There was no hesitation, only the beautiful rhythm of two people speaking a language older than words. In those moments, I felt wonderfully untethered, entirely present, and intensely alive.

I also hungered for more.

“Yes. Yes. Yes…” The almost anguished moan was one he finally captured with his mouth as before, holding me close until the wonderful sensations subsided.

He’d yet to release and I was eager for him to do so, rocking hard against him until the chair was following in the pattern.

When I pulled our lips apart, we were both smiling. Maybe we were making fun of the playfulness few lovers allowed.

Whatever the case, as soon as I felt his muscles tense and witnessed yet another darkening in his eyes, I bucked against him, risking being too forceful.

In those beautiful seconds, he wasn’t the controlling man who’d swept me off my feet. Not quite anyway.

His fingers squeezed my neck as if worried I might fly away.

As if we were both spinning out of control, he fucked me for another two minutes before finally allowing his release.

Hearing his intense roar, I wondered if the entire city had noticed the bright lights shimmering in a park that were supposed to be closed for the season.

The feeling of him erupting deep inside was everything I’d never known I needed. Seconds later, I collapsed in his arms. Both learning how to breathe again.

Both feeling satisfied.

I closed my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder. Contentment was something I’d never expected around him, but the moment was amazing.

How incredible satisfaction could be.

And how amazing it was being with someone who had no desire to judge my quirks or my vulnerability.

I felt absolutely safe in his arms.

With a light pull of inertia, the car started moving again, my gasp followed by me frantically reaching for my clothes.

Only he had other things in mind.

“Not so fast,” he said in his low, husky voice. “You haven’t learned how to keep from teasing a beast.”

I had no idea his reflexes were so sharp. Before I could utter a word, I was tossed over his knees and down his hand went. He wasn’t interested in hearing anything I had to say. No pleas of leniency or reminders that we were in a public park.