Chapter 48 Chapter fourty eight
She paused at the closet door to look back at him. Her eyes sparkled, and her ass bore a few fine lines from his paddle. He couldn’t wait to dig in his fingers and reignite her pain.
As if reading his mind, she hurried.
When she returned, he said, “You may finish what you started.”
HOPE unbuttoned his shirt, then removed it, noticing the bandage on his shoulder from the biking accident over the weekend. He’d been so into her that he’d forgotten about it.
After clearing her throat, she asked, “Your underwear?”
She clutched his shirt in front of her, not that the action would save her. “Are you going to take them off?”
“YOU are. Being on your knees will make it easier.”
“I might have guessed you would say that.”
“Then next time, feel free to make that an assumption.”
He grinned, more determined than ever that there would be a next time.
She knelt, her face inches from his crotch. After almost no hesitation, she placed her hands inside the waistband, then worked the material over his penis.
“Oh!”
“Oh?”
“Your…uhm…”
“Cock? Dick?”
He couldn’t hide his grin.
“Wow.”
He was hard and had been most of the time since he’d walked into her office and seen the look of shock on her face. Having her respond to him, then marking her conference room table, had made his erection painful.
“On the bed or I will fuck you on the floor.”
She scrambled, but it wasn’t fast enough for him.
RAFE grabbed her upper arms, pulled her up, then turned her away from him and bent her over the bed, forcing her breasts into the mattress.
“I’m out of patience.”
“Good.”
Her face was buried in the sheet, and the word was muffled, but he’d take bets he hadn’t misheard her.
“On your toes. Push your ass toward me.”
“Yes!”
So she didn’t get away, he dug the fingers of his left hand into the flesh near her hipbone. With the other hand, he dragged open the drawer in his nightstand and fished out a condom.
He pressed his knees against her thighs while he sheathed himself, then he reached between her legs to squeeze her cunt.
She cried out, coming all over him.
“That was hot.”
He spread her buttocks, then used his grip to lift her higher so that he could slide his dick into her.
“Put your arms over your head. Stretch them as far as you can.”
“Fuck, RAFE…”
Even though she was wet for him, the angle and his size made her pussy tight, the entry difficult.
He had to control himself and slow down.
“I want…”
He did, too.
RAFE slipped in and out, short, easy movements until she accommodated his length. When he was seated, he stopped.
“DO me! FUCK me, RAFE. Do it. Please!”
“I love it when you use manners. So sexy.”
He leaned over, fed the words into her ear, and she bucked beneath him. Once he was in control of his emotions, he began to move inside her, this time pulling almost all the way out before easing back in.
“Oh, God.”
She formed her hands into fists.
He stroked her clit, forcing her to writhe. The fact that he had so much power over her went to his head faster than the finest bourbon.
She climaxed, her internal muscles clenching around him. He tightened his jaw to stave off his ejaculation.
When it was over, her body went limp on the bed.
He bent his knees to move inside her. He dug one hand into her hair, then worked his free arm between the mattress and her so that he could hold her in place.
After a few moments while she recovered her energy, she moved in with him. When he was sure she was turned on again, he jerked his hips harder.
Her body bounced with her responses, and she murmured his name.
“That’s it.”
When he was unable to wait any longer, he came inside her.
“Goddamn.”
For him, this was about more than sex. She filled a place that he hadn’t known was empty.
He loosened his grip on her hair, and she laid her head down but didn’t try to move away from him.
As the final shudders went down his spine, he stroked the sides of her breasts. She made some tiny, unintelligible sounds.
When he was aware of time and place again, he knew her legs had to be tired. The whole time, she’d been on her tiptoes. He had more appreciation for her than any other woman he’d been with. Everything he’d offered, she’d accepted, with unadulterated desire.
He pulled out, then helped her onto the bed.
Saying nothing, she curled on her side.
RAFE left the room long enough to dispose of the condom before joining her. She didn’t seem to be asleep, nor was she awake.
After grabbing the bedding, he crawled onto the bed beside her, curled his body around hers in some sort of caveman-like protection, then covered them both.
In his arms, HOPE dozed, and when she woke enough to shimmy her sweet ass against his cock, she got his interest.
Following his orders, she grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard cock. Then she rode him.
RAFE grabbed her ass, digging his hands into the places where he’d spanked her. Her breathless whimpers were all he could hope for.
They found a rhythm, and her lips parted a little as her eyelids slid closed.
“I want to watch your reactions.”
Obediently, she kept her gaze on him.
“The golden color of your irises darkens.”
She struggled with his order as her pussy constricted on his cock.
“Come for me, HOPE.”
She lifted her hips, meeting each of his thrusts, moving with him in a timeless, primal beat.
This time, her orgasm came in a series of tiny gasps that fed his response. With her, sex was more than a driving hunger. It was a fevered connection.
When he was certain she was satiated, RAFE took his pleasure.
When they were both dizzy, breathless, he rolled to his side. Savoring the moment, he tucked her next to him.
She sighed and blinked, fighting off sleep.
He left her long enough to dampen a washcloth with warm water.
When he returned, she mumbled a protest about being disturbed.
“Shh,” he soothed as he bathed her.
“That feels good.”
He kissed her forehead, cherishing her. She smiled, and he tucked the blankets around her.
Once she was asleep, he took a quick shower, thinking of her, realizing how different his interaction was with her than with submissives at his clubs. He always took care of the women he was seen with, but she meant more to him than any other woman had.
Naked, warm from the shower, he climbed into bed with her. He smoothed her hair and snuggled her close.
“How is she going to react when she realizes I don’t intend to let her go?”