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“You’re so fucking pretty. Everything about you is.” There’s a pause as his deep voice grows whipcord tight. “I want to be the only one who touches you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I do. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I want it too.
I want to belong to Ford.
And I want him to belong to me.
His finger drifts over me again. “Carina?”
“Yes.”
“And you want that too?”
“I do.”
“Good girl.”
With that, his finger glides over my rosebud again. My body tenses as he teases the entrance, prodding the opening until he’s able to slip inside. There’s a slight burn as the muscles stretch around the intrusion.
“Your ass is so damn tight, baby. I can’t imagine what it would be like to bury myself deep inside you. To take and own you this way.”
A huff of relief escapes from me as he withdraws.
It’s short lived.
In the very next breath, he presses his finger back inside, sliding deeper than before. I close my eyes and silently wait for him to withdraw, but that doesn’t happen. His movements stall as blood thrums through my veins until a dull roar fills my ears. It takes a handful of seconds before my muscles lose their rigidity. Instead of trying to squirm away from this new intimacy, I sink further into it.
A sigh of pleasure escapes from me.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons. “Just relax and let it all go.”
When I release a breath, he presses even deeper until he’s fully seated and his palm rests along the curve of my ass. There’s something so possessive about the hold.
It doesn’t make sense that I would find this comforting, but there’s no denying that I do.
Maybe it’s because he demanded that I give myself over to him.
To trust him enough to let go.
And that’s exactly what I’ve done.
As those thoughts run rampant through my brain, I realize that as many guys as I’ve fucked, I’ve never allowed myself to be intimate. I’ve never given myself over for safekeeping or allowed myself to be vulnerable.
It’s so much more than physical.
It’s emotional as well.
I can almost feel the silky webs tangling around me, binding me to him in ways I never dreamed possible.
If I were thinking clearly, I’d immediately distance myself. With his finger buried deep inside me, there’s no way to do that. I’m raw and exposed. His for the taking. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
More than that, there’s nothing I want to do about it.
With his other hand, he smacks my ass. The quick slap isn’t sharp or painful. It’s just enough pressure to draw my attention back to him.
Back to the present.
“Stop thinking. I can practically hear your brain churning. There’s nothing you need to think about when I’m playing with your body, giving you pleasure. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it?”
