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“Damn it, Madison. What part of ‘take it slow’ do you not understand? Don’t make me bend you over this bed and fuck you with my fingers until I’m satisfied you can behave.”
He’d do it, too. He was bigger, stronger, and his propensity to control the situation made him strict about doing things his way. And while the notion of being on the receiving end of his threat sent a spiral of scalding need straight to her center, her version of this moment involved his powerful body under her—lifting, flexing—preferably rising up to meet her as they chased release. This was her turn to set the pace, dammit. Her chance to decide for herself what she was ready for. And she felt more than up to the job.
“Hunter, I’m a grown woman, I’m nowhere near as fragile as you seem to think, and I’m following my doctor’s advice. I know what I can handle.” So saying, she took the condom off the nightstand and rolled it on him while he sucked in a breath. “And I know what I expect from you. The only question I have left is this—are you going to give me the ride you promised, or are you going to turn yourself into a cautious little pony for the sake of your over-protective instincts?”
He stared at her for a moment, and she worried she’d pushed him too far. The ‘bent over the bed’ scenario he’d t
hreatened started to look inevitable.
Instead, to her surprise, he leaned back again, re-folded his arms behind his head, and said, “Do your worst.”
Those three words, delivered in his resigned tone, were all the incentive she needed. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection and then inched her hips forward until she’d lined them up.
“Wait.” Hunter pumped lube liberally over the outside of the condom then spread it all over the latex with his fist. “Okay. Now, go ahead.”
Eyes locked on his, she slowly lowered her hips. Midway down she began to feel some strain as her body resisted. She leaned forward, putting her weight on her knees, and reached behind her to grip him again. His pupils expanded, and his nostrils flared, but he kept still. The new angle forced him a little deeper. Forced being the operative word. She did her best to keep her expression neutral, because she feared the tiniest show of discomfort would freak him out and result in an early, unsatisfying end to this adventure.
Keep going. She needed to. She wanted to. But a tight, pinching pain resulted when she flexed her hips.
Okay, just get it done. But the next thing she knew, Hunter pumped more lube into his hand and reached behind her to deliver a positively heavenly massage to her sore, stretched flesh. His other hand clasped the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his. She braced her hands on either side of his chest and balanced there while he toyed with her lips, using his tongue to mimic the movement of his fingers down below.
When her wet lips tingled and throbbed in time with the other wet, tingling part of her, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Hunter between her lips. Hunter between her legs. The competing sensations sent shivers up and down her spine. And in that moment, she realized he wasn’t going to pull back and try to satisfy her with alternative measures. He’d committed to giving her what she wanted, and as long as she was game to go for it, he’d find a way to make it happen.
Gratitude mixed with the passion, blending into an unstable concoction that had to spill out somehow. She speared her fingers into his hair and kissed him fiercely. He absorbed the onslaught, smoothing a hand along her cheek while he probed deeper with his tongue, drew back, and then repeated the move. A suggestion of tactics.
She rocked her hips. Between the lube and his ministrations, her body relaxed and took him deeper. Keeping their mouths fused, he eased them lower until he reclined against the headboard again. The move forced her into a steeper bend. He got a two-handed grip on her butt, spread her wide, and broke the kiss to look into her eyes.
“Baby, we got this. Take me home.”
She did. She took a slow slide down, until his balls pillowed her butt. He was big. Huge, really—the stallion metaphor suited him to a T—but after all the foreplay and patience, her body finally accepted every inch.
She shifted around a little to confirm she had him inside her as deep as humanly possible, and his rumbling groan sent a quick thrill of power through her. Leaning forward, she raised her hips, circled them, and then slowly descended again, taking extra time as she seated herself.
His fingers dug into her skin. “Fuck me, Madison. You keep hugging my balls in your tight little ass, this is going to be a short ride.”
“How about this?” She leaned back against his legs and tried a tentative thrust, just to see how it felt. Holy moly, it felt like something she needed to do often—if not constantly—but his strong hands were already lifting her up his length.
“Again. I gotta have that again.”
She pressed her breasts into his chest and raised her hips as high as she could, hung there, quivering with anticipation of the slide, the friction, and the flesh-slapping landing.
He must have read those urges in her eyes, because he buried his face against the side of her throat, and whispered, “Do it, girl. Ride me. Go!” He smacked her butt, and she was off to the races, working herself up and down on his shaft, finishing each circuit with a purely selfish grind.
Sensations ricocheted through her system. Tantalizing hints of what was in store for her, and his steady stream of encouragement—Fuck me. Use me. Come for me—only hastened the journey. Sweat slicked her skin and soaked her shirt. Hunter’s hair grew damp at the temples, and beads of perspiration formed in the diamond-shaped valley between his chest and abs.
“Get rid of this. Now.”
“What?” She panted. “Get rid of wha—”
Without warning, he sat up and swept her shirt off. Before she could form a word of protest, he splayed his hand over her abdomen. “No more hiding. You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful you take my breath away, and when I’m inside you, I don’t want anything between us.”
Some last shred of resistance, self-preservation…whatever it was…crumbled, and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it. He banded his arm around her waist and wedged her into the snug saddle formed by his legs, lap, and chest. Then he bounced her there, fast and just hard enough to cause shocks of pleasure with every impact.
A rushing noise filled her ears. Her vision blurred. Heat burned through her like a lit match through a stream of lighter fluid, and every cell in her body ignited. She shattered into a thousand shimmering particles of energy, and she knew with utter certainty, even if those particles reassembled into an exact replica of Madison Foley, she would never truly be the same again.
Chapter Fifteen
Why did you let her talk you into this?
